His Majesty's Bride.
{Warning; Mature Content} **She was ice. He was fire. And none of them were willing to melt, or quench the other.** Princess Raziah Octavius, the strange and curious princess had only two things in mind. One; To be alone. Two; Take revenge on the person responsible for her nightmares that unfaithful night. On the night of her introduction, she comes across a unique devil dressed as a prince, and she immediately agrees to get married to him just to get the frustrating night over with. Whisked away to his kingdom, she finds out just how unique his Majesty is with all the mystery around him. But no matter what happens, and how much this devious devil tries to burn her with his touch and gaze, he can never melt her frozen heart. ...Or so she thought.
More beautiful than that.
The mere sight of her from a distance always had his heart slamming even faster, and now that she was right in front of him words couldn't describe how he felt. His body simply kept shaking like he was gonna go off anytime soon.
"Well, well, well... If it isn't his Majesty," The love of his life said drunkenly. Her breath reeked of alcohol, but her spicy scent was still thick, if not thicker now. It filled his lungs with satisfaction and longing, telling him how much he had missed it.
How much he had missed her. And yet, he couldn't seem to raise a hand and touch her. He was too anxious, too nervous. Touching her might be too much for him right now. He was afraid he might burst into tears if he even tries to touch her.