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 Villian in her story
The News about the fallen kingdom spread like wildfire, and so did the news about the death of the King of Erandell.
Maria whom had visited a nearby kingdom a few days before the incident had rushed back to Kaneria after hearing the news, only to see the disaster that had befallen everyone. As she walked through the ashes and dead bodies, her heart tore apart. She was only ten and had slipped away from the people she had visited the other kingdom with.
Her small legs carried her around, and she hoped that someone had made it out alive. Every step took everything she had, but nothing could compare to the harsh reality and agony that struck her when she came across a familiar arm.
It was an arm that had been torn off the shoulders, and the rest of the body was covered in blood and was in pieces.
But Maria recognized that arm. The same arm she had held unto all her life.
Savannah, Her Older sister's arm.