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.
Under The Moonlight.
His Majesty simply watched her. He didn't say a word, and neither did he make a move. His body looked completely relaxed on the throne, his long hair sparsely disheveled around his face and back. He was putting on the same clothes she had last seen him in, and nothing had changed about his demeanor. That sudden change that reeked and flowed with some dark and terrifying wasn't reducing in any way, and the inflamed darkness in his eyes could burn down houses. His lips were still as red as ever, but he looked very gloomy.