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.
Journey as a Healer
It was a workshop house. Just, it was a lot different than the regular workshop houses. There was something so serene and peaceful about the place, giving out a calm and soothing energy. Also, workshops she's been to before do not have torches hanging from every side of the wall.
"What do you think? I make a lot of things here together with my friend," Mirabai said, watching Raziah's excitement grow.
Raziah's hold tightened over her mother's grip, and she grinned up at her mother, "Who? Lady Jennet?"
"Not quite...," Mirabai replied and pointed at a corner, a part of the room where Raziah hadn't noticed yet. Raziah narrowed her gaze slightly to see that there was actually a figure sitting there, the person's attention solemnly on the book she was going through.
"Who's that?" Raziah whispered this time.
"My Friend. I want you to meet her,"