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.
What's coming to them.
Raziah didn't hug him back. She was shattered in so many ways that breathing was becoming too hard, and yet her eyes were so heavy. She wanted to rest her head, and get her thoughts straight again. This husband of hers can't start putting words into her head and getting her all confused.
Aragon gently patted her back. She wasn't in the mood anymore to get intimate with him, and like just like that awareness had bespelled him, his bulging member grew calm again. He just held her there, for as long as possible till her breath got even again. He wasn't expecting her to say anything to him because it would take a lot more than just kissing and confessing a little to break the ice surrounding her steel heart.