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.
That Night's Present.
His hand which had been resting on her back had found its way to her hip, and his other palm holding her hand had also left to grip the other side of her hips, then he effortlessly lifted her into the air. He Had done it so fast that she couldn't catch up with him, and already found herself only being supported by his hands as he spun her around leisurely with that calmly uncanny smile dancing around his lips.
Raziah felt weightless like she was flying, but the moment was short-lived because she wanted him to put him down. The only problem was that she would have to just hold back and wait a few more seconds because it seems like she isn't the only woman being spun in the air right now. The music had gotten to that degree of dance steps, and the beat playing right now required something...more than just swaying on the feet.