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.
Wasn't There Before.
Raziah couldn't even remember anything about how he looked like in the past even as she stared at him now. It's like he never even existed to her at all apart from the vague memories she had about him knocking on her door those days just to bother her with words that she never took seriously, and didn't even listen to much. Back then, she didn't know he would prove to be a problem now.
There's no way she would have known that Prince Theon had somehow began to see her more than the figure she was supposed to be to him.
"I never knew a day would come when you'll come to see me yourself, sister," he stated smoothly, running his Fingers through his hair that looked slightly damp with a perry look flickering in his eyes.
"Prince Theon." She greeted back, bowing slightly at him.