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.
Careful What You Wish For.
Giving him a negative reply wasn't really a good option, but they didn't have any other choice. He had just witnessed the divine book going through its pages and then shutting them out at last when it couldn't find any answers. Both women had been going through this the whole night, and at some point, they started praying to whoever was listening for the book that has always had answers to give them even if it was just a clue.
But, they were still stuck.
Aragon hadn't said anything, and that was making them feel even more uneasy. It had been months since they saw him this way, and of course, everyone had been glad that he was smiling very easily and his aura wasn't all over the place, but the day he had returned like someone or something had once again snapped his restraints- they knew things were gonna turn harsh and strict again.