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.
Brotherly Chat.
A certain white-haired prince could be seen resting his head against the bark of a tree. He was sitting on the highest branch with one leg pulled up, and the other stretched out in front of him with his eyes closed somewhere around the premises of the palace, close to the fence.
There was no one else in sight apart from him, and that particular tree he was sitting on had no leaves. Though it was incredibly tall, it looked very dried out like one of those creepy-looking trees that grow in the deepest of forests. There were no stars in the night sky, and the silence was very bothersome... like the calm before the storm.
Zoan was sitting so very still that one passing by would never guess that there was someone there, and the only thing that could give him away was the white attire he was putting on. His lips were dried, and a little of his hair had been thrown over his face, forming dark unseen shadows over his eyes.