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.
Warming her up.
{ Warning: This Chapter contains mature content }
Aragon stiffened.
This was the first time he's heard such desperation in her eyes and voice, but then she blinked and it was all gone again. He would have said she was joking, but his woman never jokes. The room had turned very silent, and his advances had paused. He didn't know exactly how to react to what he just heard because she had totally caught him off guard there, but it only took less than five seconds to snap out of this.
Raziah was holding her breath, waiting for his reaction. At least he had stopped, and she was hoping he would step away from her. Maybe he needs some time to process what she just told him... not that she was a hundred percent sure herself. But when she thinks back on everything, there's a very high chance that she can never have kids in her life.