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 Need To Know.
Cleandro's Mother was fast asleep, and Acacia was checking up on her using one of her enchantment to make sure she was alright. Fabia had explained that it was sometimes experienced, where mothers would lose their memories after childbirth and would later remember. But in Raziah's case, she can only deduce since they do not know what she is.
Malcolm had encouraged everyone not to let anyone else know about Raziah's condition, especially the King so as to preserve the od man's health. Fabia had cleaned up the baby with the help of Aragon, and now Cleo was lying comfortably in his father's arms who could hardly take his eyes off him.
The baby was strong, a tight grip whenever its little hands grabbed you and it was fascinating. Not even Aragon knew about the children of their kind having such strength at birth because for vampires, it usually began to develop at the age of ten.