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.
The Risk.
"What happened last night?"
Raziah chose to ignore his presence. She had heard Bellerus and Acacia whispering to each other furiously just a minute ago, and now he had walked over to stand beside her as she kept staring down at the village. Her heightened senses were now back to a regular human's, and this was the second time he was asking about last night. Sometimes, Raziah wished there was a way to shut her ears close whenever she doesn't want to listen.
"Your leg doesn't seem too fine, though I don't think Acacia has noticed anything yet," He continued softly, then looked down the Witch village, "So far you haven't brought me any trouble, but I'm fully aware that I still have to keep my guard up around you," He paused for a second, "There's something new about you,"
Still, Raziah didn't even spare him a glance.