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.
Farewell.
Malcolm was getting the carriage outside ready as they were about to leave. It was almost noon, and Raziah was inside her room packing her stuff. There was nothing much to carry with her since she didn't bring anything with her in the first place apart from her mask, and the sword King Eleazar had gifted her.
The mask has been sitting peacefully in her drawer ever since she had arrived, and as she stared hard at it she recalled the night she had gotten married. No one told her it wasn't gonna be a masquerade party, but she didn't care anyways.
As she caressed it gently, the door opened and Gwen came in walking in with urgency. She was dressed in an even more voluminous gown than the last time Raziah had seen her, and her clothing also had the same emblem Aragon's possessed. A falcon.