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.
Bitter Heart Ache.
Aragon was dumbstruck. The second she pressed those kisses to the skin of his eyes, every ounce of anger evaporated from his body, leaving him defenseless to her confusing attacks. As she cupped her face and they stared into each other's eyes, she asked sweetly, "Honey, why aren't you eating?"
He could see her trying to force out a smile with the way her lips were now aggressively twitching, but it just wasn't working out for her. Raziah caressed his cheeks softly, feeling to roughness and tingles of the beard that was now growing out of his face. On the outside, both of them knew all this was just to display some bit of affection, and she also wanted to take all of their attention from Theon and Aragon.
Raziah has never seen him eat in the first place, and of course, no one else was actually expecting him to take in something. She didn't even know why she called him a lovely name and used those choices of words.