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.
You're welcome.
As soon as the spinning tip of the spear touched that palm, it turned void immediately. Instantly, the rotation of the heaviness that the spear had been reeking came to a stop, and for a split second, it felt so light in Raziah and Aletta's hands. But right before they could take advantage of the sudden change and pull it away, the whole thing dissolved into ash and scattered unto the ground.
Raziah couldn't count how many times she's been left speechless ever since all this started happening around her. She kept staring at the palm, seeing how even though the spear had only come running into the palm, there was only a small streak of blood running down it and the little injury he had sustained had already stitched up itself and his palm was as good as new again.