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.
Feeling free.
Aragon had his eyes fixed on Theon who was about to reach into the portal, his leg making the move to to walk in when the wind suddenly picked up, changing direction. The familiar wrecking feeling of imminent danger and excitement skyrocketed, and Aragon could feel all of his hair standing up just by the presence of that particular person who had shown up out of nowhere.
Aragon should have picked up his presence if he's been here all this while, meaning he must have learnt to properly hide his aura even from Aragon himself who could sense even the tiniest of things. And you could see the clear shock written all over Aragon's face as he stared at the man, making him slightly pause in reaching Theon in time.