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.
Far more than that.
"I know that someone is after my life, which I'm very concerned about right now," Raziah didn't know whether replying this way would suffice the question. She was trying to make it look like she was more concerned about her welfare than that of the whole supernatural world. What exactly does she know about the supernatural world? Almost nothing. And her dang husband nor anyone around isn't telling her a thing.
Except King Eleazar himself, and that's because he's quite a talker and explains vastly.
"Did you find anything else after the brainwash was undone?" She asked.
"Just vague memories about the culprits past. Nothing important, or I would have told you by now,"