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.
Part 3- The Coldest Place
Defeating three Generals was harder than she thought, owing to the fact that they can never die and just kept standing up again with a harder skin that was becoming more and more unbreakable.
They were unbelievably fast, versatile, flexible, and moved like they'd had many experiences in battle. One of them was already much of a struggle, and the three of them together were the strongest team that had her falling back several times, crashing as she went.
She had to avoid slipping over the cliffs and falling into the boiling larva. She was covered with sweat from head to toe and was beginning to lose the firm grip she had on herself due to the extreme dehydration and exhaustion she was experiencing.
Meanwhile, Aragon was not feeling it at all and just stood across her watching the fight. He was thinking of what dungeon to hold her in and had concluded the strongest would do the Job. Here, there's no escape for her.