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.
Under the Surface.
It was so dark anyone would think the run has never shined on it before even the slightest. The darkness was incredibly deep and penetrating, and had this chill that has one contemplating whether or whether not something resides there in that darkness.
And in that penetrating darkness sat a manly figure on the bare floor. He had one hand stretched out in front of him, and the other on which he laid his arm on. His head was looking down to the floor, and his dark scattered hair had been disassembled and thrown over the front of his face, almost touching the ground.