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.
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The curtains were closed, apart from the little rays of moonlight that still managed to streak in, casting a soft glow into the room. There were about four candles situated at each corner of the room, giving the cadence a gentle and calm mixture. Now the problem wasn't with the room lighting, but the flowers that filled every inch of the floor and bed, and most importantly, the King of Erandell whom was lying there, with only short trouser that was being held with a zip, and an open shirt that had no button.
He sat with his legs crossed over each other, and a rose petal hanging from his lips with this dangerous gleam that filled his eyes. Just as she walked in, Aragon uncrossed his legs and fell back on the bed, making his shirt and legs part even more.