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.
Wholeheartedly.
Aragon watched as she pulled herself away from him, her eyes gazing at the walls that were stained with blood. She gently walked away from him, and her legs were trembling. He wouldn't have noticed if not that he saw that she was finding it hard to walk, till she climbed up the tiers and stopped right in front of the wall.
He was right behind her, accessing the walls a number of times to see what could have made her like this, but it looked ordinary to him. Raziah's fingers reached out and touched the wall, and he could now visibly see her trembling fingers and she kept tracing something around the wall.
At first, she looked confused. He kept looking between her and the wall but he just couldn't find anything there...till he saw something reflecting in the depths of her eyes. Her hands kept tracing some pattern that was invisible to him, and yet he could see the engravings clearly writing in her eyes, reflecting back Into his.