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.
Death and resurrection
He had killed the only hope they had left, and now all was lost. Aragon wandered around the dark forest alone, searching and yelling Zoan's name but it was all in vain. He searched and searched, but could not find his brother.
The sadness in his heart had him leaning against a tree, the tears pouring out of his eyes. He's never cried so hard in his entire life, and it burned his soul even more knowing Elliott hadn't hesitated to save him even after he had treated him.
He was so blinded by the hate and revenge. His head was jumbled up by the haunting memories, and he had been pushed and controlled by his bloodlust hoping it would calm him down. He had refused any form of help and fought back instead.
He had kept to himself, thinking only revenge could cure him.
But in return for that revenge, he had lost something even greater. He had lost a part of himself, a bigger part of himself and right now the remaining parts just left useless and unwanted.