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.
Reaching Him.
Blood spilled out, trickling down her arm. Her armor suit had been cut through, and now her arm resembled a sea of blood, which happened to be the same arm she had been hurt in. Fabia had taken care of the dirty bandage and applied a new one over the hand. The worry had been evident in the doctor's eyes when she found out Raziah was also going for battle and had tried to talk her out of it but of course, the Princess didn't listen.
For a second there, the Superhuman woman's red eyes gleamed with triumph as her eyes zoned in on the blood running down, slowly licking her lips as the inviting sight was pulling her in, but when she lifted her sight back to the Princess's eyes, she finally saw the unending cold void that filled them, not even a wince or hiss coming from the pain of the injured arm - that is if the Princess could actually feel any pain at the moment. The only thing Raziah could focus on was getting past the woman, and rescuing his Majesty.