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.
Negotiations.
She was a little shorter than Raziah, and she had the face and skin of a newborn baby. She was putting on a small cloak that stopped right around her lower back, and most of her hair was hidden inside the head of the cloak.
She ran past Raziah with her little legs, entirely focused on her destination as she came to a fast halt right before Fabia, trying to catch her breath.
"W...where is Caius? I...Oh God, tell me he is with you guys!" She crouched down, still trying to feed more air into her lungs.
"I'm sure he would be fine. They're gonna bring him back soon," Maria replied calmly even though she looked very worried herself.
"Why would someone target him? Caius is just a child...!" Fabia uttered to herself, throwing her head back. Her right leg had been vibrating like crazy ever since, and Raziah had just arrived where the women sat.