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.
Anonymous Person.
Unlike what she had expected, the voice wasn't grueling at all. It sounded flat, masculine nor feminine and it felt as if it was just dissolving out of nowhere into the air. Yet, there was this oozing power she could feel to the core, this rooted hatred that held so much she might never be able to understand, and this heavy darkness that was directed toward no one but her. Even Raziah couldn't help but acknowledge the powerful presence of the person around her, and it was like nothing before.
Her bones were actually vibrating no matter how hard she tried to hide it. The insanity, the exuding and quaking air it brought, the suffocating presence was something Raziah couldn't even bear. Whoever it was had to be someone incredibly powerful, and that person wasn't her ally.
An enemy.