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.
Inside the Cupboard.
She was Freezing.
There wasn't much difference between the temperature of her skin and that of ice. Aletta couldn't even begin to comprehend what sort of complicated things going on through her body to render her this way. Aletta could still feel her breathing, but it almost barely.
Was the woman dying? Does Aletta need to return and call the doctor to check up on her?
The woman's skin was so pale that her veins were almost visible, and it was very alarming. She shook shakily on her feet, flinging her head around aimlessly as If the solution to the problem would show up right that second. She had this idea that could work, but she had never tried it before on anyone and didn't know if she would get it right.