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.
A Little Warm
The shock on fabia's face couldn't even be described. She was utterly flabbergasted.
"She's asking to see you, and I've deduced that she would ask you to tell her what's going on with her body. My advice to you is to give her an excuse other than the truth. My reasons for that are she's currently unstable and the truth would throw more confusion into her. Most important, we do not know the specie of the child that's growing inside of her. King Aragon is a mysterious man, and so is Raziah. Telling any one of them might lead to a disaster, especially the mother herself who seems to hate our kind. I myself do not know what to make out of the baby, but I can tell you that the mother's body is strong enough to carry it. For now, we just have to keep stalling,"
Fabia's eyes were beginning to spin from the news. What was she supposed to make out of it? There were so many unanswered questions in all that he just said.