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.
The Core
Harlow was not alone.
She was pulling on something behind her, and it was covered with a brown item of clothing. It gave off a very cold, dreadful, and deadly aura, reminding Raziah of the object she had seen sitting in her parent's room, although this one seemed...much more stronger.
"Wait!" Harlow yelled again just as she saw Aragon relentlessly moving down on the Queen.
His body language and his movements never strayed nor halted the second time. Nothing would stop him this time, and Aragon smashed his foot on Mirabai's second leg, and the Queen cried in so much pain.
"No one tells me what to do...," Aragon stated, infuriated by the Crown witch.
Harlow looked very sick. Her metallic grey hair had turned white, and her skin was all wrinkled and pale. The way she moved, it was very obvious that she had only a limited strength and an even limited amount of time left to live.
What the hell was happening to her?!