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.
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What were her true intentions behind the kiss? Nothing much. All she wanted was to melt the look in his eyes, and she didn't care whether they were falling. She loathed the look in his eyes, and it would be so much better to get him back to his former self.
She's read so many books in her life, and the authors always explained first kisses as something to behold, as something extremely special because it only happens once. Raziah wasn't looking forward to anything that would happen during the kiss, she just wanted her husband back. No part of her expected something special to happen during the kiss, and nothing did.
She felt nothing, and she was glad it was like that.