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 Royal Command.
Aragon knew they would be arriving soon, and there she was standing right outside the throne room. He placed the crown on Gwen's head, and crooked a finger at Raziah, gesturing at her to come inside.
His wife walked in without a care as usual, but she stopped in the middle of her walk. Everyone's attention was now on her, and he could see her scanning around the room. Almost everyone she knew was present in the room including Caius whom had been trying to wave at her. Raziah chose not to come any closer to him after what happened between them the night before. Gwenore had stood back up to her feet, a Golden Crown sitting perfectly on her head as she took the sit next to the king's throne, putting on an exquisite Royal gown.