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.
Growing Cold.
Raziah woke up alert and well. She was lying on something soft when she woke up that didn't feel like what she was used to, and shock coated her face at first when her surrounding looked different from what she was used to. All signs of sleep vanished from her eyes as she jumped into a sitting position and made to access her environment carefully when she noticed two things.
One was that she wasn't alone. Whoever it was had vanished into thin air as soon as she had sat up. Secondly, her right arm had been bounded tightly to the pins secured to the wall behind her by strong chains, and there was this drunk and numb feeling coming from the arm that was held captive.