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.
Something Similar.
Raziah shot up from her sleep when that sense of alertness kicked into her sleep, and her eyes traveled to the entrance of the cave where Bellerus stood back staring at her. She looked completely disheveled from head to toe. Her hair and skin were dirty, and her clothes were torn and barely sitting on her body.
Recognizing the Crown witch, Raziah turned back to stare around the cave. Aletta was nowhere to be found, and her aching foot had calmed down a lot. Raziah couldn't remember when she had fallen asleep last night, though she could remember Aletta whispering something soft, like a melody into her ears...maybe that was what helped her fall asleep through the pain.