{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.
Her time was running out. She knew that more than anyone.
She was to turn twenty-five very soon.
She had backed away from him, putting a long distance between them, and watched the transformation unfold before her.
Aragon grew taller than he already was, and hair grew out of every part of his skin. His growth was unbelievable, becoming almost twice his normal size. The claws of his hands and legs claws grew even longer, the tip curved and extremely sharp, and so did his canines.
Standing in front of her with a deafening strong air that reeked of not just royalty and domination, he seemed to have filled his room with the dark presence of something so grave.