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.
Her Last Strength
Raziah was sobbing. Her body felt paralyzed, but she kept sobbing.
Keeping aside the terror happening around them, she was focused on her mother who was being tortured and her hair dragged like she was a doll that wasn't wanted anymore.
Aragon had tortured Mirabai so much. So very much. But, Mirabai wasn't giving up, at least not yet. Aragon had ripped out many strands of her hair, entangling and dishevelling it all over her head with blood running out non-stop.
And beneath the heap of hair covering his face, he had a cruel smile underneath signifying just how much he was enjoying all that.
He would often pull up her hair, making her look at his face and then send a resounding slap to her face. By now, he had broken most of her facial bones and Mirabai was almost unrecognizable.
But Aragon did not look like he was gonna stop anytime soon.