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.
Birthday Gift.
Now there was an awful ache in her chest.
"W...what did you just say?" She enquired softly. After he had blurted that earlier, she had brought them somewhere in the palace where there was no one but just the two of them. She couldn't keep staying there because she was afraid the walls truly had unseen ears, and someone might be listening to their conversation so she had them come here.
A part of the palace she had found which had no presence. The only thing growling there was an old creepy-looking tree with no leaves.
"I checked, and today is your birthday." He repeated while seated beside her, making sure to keep a considerable amount of distance between them.
"My... birthday, huh?" Raziah didn't look too happy about it. Time had gone so fast, and everything was now spinning.