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.
The Real Reason.
Raziah was taken back to her chambers where surprise after surprise awaited her. Aragon took her straight to the bathroom and helped her with everything she needed. The bath water was already ready, and he also assisted her in taking off her clothes and dipping into the warmth of the water.
He even helped her wash her hair thoroughly, so concentrated on what he was doing. There were so many unconscious actions she found herself doing around him that were hard to believe. She felt so relaxed as she stared into space, feeling the rigidness of his fingers scraping her scalp softly to get all the dirt out.
She kept recalling her conversation with King Eleazar about her husband constantly throwing his scent all over her to keep others away. She couldn't even stop thinking about what happened at the cave last night when he had confessed to her. She found herself in so much confusion about how it all came to be, and how much he's changed overnight.