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.
All Hell Breaks loose
There was terror in the air. The Kind of feeling that coursed through him was indescribable. His body had badly needed this for a very long time, and that sweet, sweet feeling had his lips spreading into a curve, revealing that anguishing and evil smile of his.
His eyes danced with satisfaction. A deep sense of satisfaction.
His brothers wouldn't have done this if he had asked for their permission first, and so Aragon had taken matters into his own hands to deal with the problem.
Tonight, the thick scent of blood, smoke, and destruction circled the air as he stood in the middle of it all, burning houses and the screams of pathetic humans all around him.
Humans. Why do they still even exist in the first place? Only a handful of humans should still exist to serve the Vampires. The rest are just extra loads helping the Vampires exhaust the oxygen around them.