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.
His Very eyes.
It took a while before he finally got a grasp of himself again. Aragon's legs shook helplessly then he fell on his knees like someone devoid of any strength. And soon enough his arms wrapped around her back as he softly returned the kiss, holding onto her like she was his sanity.
Raziah didn't even realize she was crying till they pulled back and she noticed her face was wet. He opened his eyes, and they were back to their normal devious shade of black, though his breathing was still hard.
She had her forehead against his, her hands entangled inside his thick hair. He was back in control again, he was back to the Aragon she knew well again, and she squeezed her eyes shut in pain. The images she saw had been very blurry, but she had made out a boy with blue eyes going through something horrible and hideous.