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.
The Silver Cave.
Bell opened the door, and there stood his sister with a scowl on his face and the two witches he had put on her. She was shooting him a death glare, and didn't even allow the others to speak before she beat them to it, "You know no one in this Forest can handle me, and I don't trust leaving you alone with his Majesty's bride." She stated strongly, moving closer so he would let her walk into the door.
"You and I know no one else is allowed to come in here except for the Crown witch," He quickly blocked her path, and she eyed him like a tigress set on her prey.
"And you took Raziah in there?"
"She's unconscious, and I'm about to find out what she is and give you your results so you three can get the hell out of here,"