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.
Morning Kiss.
Raziah wasn't expecting to see about four to five maids standing by her bedside when she woke up from sleep the next morning. It felt like a dream at first when she sat up and looked at each and every one of them present, then moved her gaze over to her husband who was awake too, and sitting right beside her.
"Good morning, your highness." The maids chorused at the same time, bowing at her grace. Raziah was stunned, and whirled her head back to her husband, demanding an explanation with her eyes. What the hell was going on here?!
"Your Personal maids." He stated. His morning hair had always looked thicker than after he gets ready. Probably because it gets disheveled over the night, but the thickness looks very good on him too.