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.
Equally Grave.
Silently, His Majesty followed closely behind him without being noticed. Aragon made sure his presence couldn't be perceived anymore by anyone as he had also sucked back most of his aura, keeping it swirling inside of him instead. He had his sights on the second son of King Octavius whom was carefully moving in the darkness of the night, heading somewhere Aragon was about to find out.
He knew Prince Theon had been up to something when he had been on his way, out of Raziah's bedroom, seeking for somewhere to rest his head when he saw the Prince suspiciously leaving the palace, passing through the guards efficiently and now walking down the forest part, moving through the trees.