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.
Bloodthirsty.
Raziah had woken up countless times, but never found the strength to push herself from the bed before another wave of unconsciousness hit her again. It happened so many times that she had lost count. Her limbs felt limb, and moving had never been so hard for her. It was unbearable.
In her unconsciousness, she found herself in that field of nothing but mist, cold, and snow. Alone, she sat down in the middle for what seemed like days. There was never day or night here. The sun never came out. Even if it did, the mist was too thick for its rays to pierce through...or maybe it's all in her head since it's just a reoccurring dream.