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 Warmth to my Cold.
"Don't go, Don't go..." Raziah kept on chanting in a fervent whisper. Sitting alone in the beautiful garden with his head on her lap, nothing could be more peaceful than that. She kept running her hand around his face, so much emotion in her eyes.
He watched her with love in his eyes, holding on and waiting till she was very sure it was him that was here, and not a dream. He had seen her pinching herself a while ago, and then took his hand and led them to the garden. There wasn't a moment in time when he took his eyes off her.
Raziah's heart was so heavy, it had never been this heavy before. She had missed him so much her fingers trembled, she had missed him so much she didn't care what happened next again. She missed him so much that it hurt to see him again and felt so fulfilled at the same time.