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.
This time, I get to say...
Mirabai stood in the middle of what looked like a disaster. Around her were burning and falling houses, and several screams of witches being tortured by their kind. She had taken control of most of the warrior witch's minds, and now the whole forest had turned upside down with no one to protect them.
Being able to control minds was something extraordinary even for the extraordinary.
The Crown witch had already defeated William, but he was still atop the hill holding himself back, trying to keep a firm distance from Mirabai. He could already feel the strength and area of her powers and was struggling to keep himself from being controlled.
Her voice was in his head, it surrounded him, it was everywhere. Her control was gradually getting the best of him, and he had to keep his complete focus to keep from turning into one of her puppets.