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.
Not so beautiful.
She shouldn't have opened her eyes when she kicked him. If she didn't, she probably wouldn't have felt this way. Raziah just stood there, transfixed in her spot as the man dropped dead. There was arousing terror in her eyes, and her blood was boiling but not with rage. Her injuries weren't bothering her at the moment, not even the last one that had gone deep through her skin.
He's dead. The man before her...was dead, and she was responsible for it.
Caius's small groaning voice pulled her back from her mental state, and she realized she was still holding onto him by the side. Plus, he got injured too when the man grazed him. It didn't look too bad, and the bleeding was probably gonna stop soon but that doesn't mean he wasn't in pain. Taking him back into the cocoon of her arms, she picked up her sword and headed back in the direction of the waterfall.