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.
Almost Perfect.
Raziah had no other choice than to keep her husband from attending that dinner somehow, but Aragon and Octavius have been talking for a while now and it doesn't feel like they would end the conversation they were having any time soon. Raziah was very uneasy as she sat down in her room at the palace of Naria, which was just as she left it.
The pile of books sitting in almost every corner. The well-arranged bed and sheets rapped on top, the soft feel of the mattress, and the cupboard that had so many plain dresses she was used to putting on. She kept tapping her feet frantically on the ground, hoping time would move slower so she can find time to calm her nerves and think of a good way out of this.
Raziah was still in deep thought when a knock came on her door. Answering the door, she saw the middle-aged woman standing there, "Dinner is ready," Ms. Ophelia stated, looking at the Princess who nodded back at her.