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.
Hera, the Fourth
"Tell me, how do you feel now?"
Aragon looked up to see Zoan walking up to him while crushing one of the Rogue Vampires by the neck, till it became lifeless.
"The Happiest man on earth, right?" Zoan continued, his tone harsh with blame and anger. He had also witnessed what had just happened to Zoan, the blast of energy that had come from inside the smoke and hit Elliott.
Aragon looked back at the pieces of ice on the floor, and back at his brother. The darkness in his heart and his eyes had vanished for the time being and all he could see, all he could think of was what he had done.
It was what he had caused, and how Elliott had sacrificed himself for him. A loser like him.