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.
For Everything.
Raziah's brows creased. She was confused because what she had seen from her vision was different. At first, she had thought the man with Ash eyes in her vision that had promised to come back for her back then had been Zoan, and then he changed over the years, but given now that she knows there was a third brother, she could firmly say that that man might just be Elliot.
What she couldn't wrap her head around was the age difference she saw back then. If they're triplets, why did Elliott look older than Aragon in her vision?