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.
Give me Something.
As they had breakfast, Raziah was humming softly under her breath. Food has never tasted so delicious in her mouth before. Probably because it was Aragon feeding it to her. She noticed he had different clothes on from the ones he was putting on last night.
"Did you bring some of your things while you were coming?" She asked after swallowing another bite.
"Oh, no. I ran back to Erandell early this morning to fetch some," He replied nonchalantly and made to add another spoon inside her mouth but she wasn't opening up.
"Come again," She said.
"I fetched some this morning at Erandell, my place."
"Did you just say...you ran all the way there?!"
Now he understood her. A grin appeared on his lips, "Only took me a few minutes to get there," With him fused with his beast, his powers grew day by day. Even he didn't know the extent of what he could do now. Good thing he had held back a lot during his fight with Zoan.