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.
Not Ordinary.
His creamy pure white hair was nowhere as long as her husband's, but it was incredibly curly and fell down his eyebrows and back. He also had this graceful stance, strong and unwavering like nothing had ever fazed him, and nothing ever would. Not even when he has a sword close to his neck. His clothing spoke nothing of him being royalty, but his aura screamed the opposite. Apart from his hair and eyes, he looked exactly like her husband - like a twin or something.
"Well, that's harsh. I thought you received my letter the other day." His thick voice rumbled out, and Raziah immediately noticed there was something dark on his tongue as if there were writings or engravings on it.
"What letter?" She slightly narrowed her eyes at him. He can't possibly be speaking about the same letter that caused the biggest misunderstanding so far between her and her husband.