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.
The Cold Room.
"Here, here!" Fabia pulled the princess into a sitting position while shaking her violently. Beside her was a warm cup of medicine she had quickly stirred up before the Princess went too Deep into her sleep. She needed the herbs to heal quickly, and since she won't take them directly, Fabia had turned them into liquid form instead. Raziah murmured something incoherent, her long lashes fluttering slightly open and close.
"Get up and take this before you go back to sleep or else it's gonna hurt the more when you get up later on." Fabia stated, tapping on her back continuously till she was as awake as one could get her to be, "You haven't even changed. At least you need to get cleaned up,"