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.
You're Right.
"It's worse than I thought," Elliott said to his brother, Zoan.
"What are we gonna do about father?! I cannot become King, the council called me in last night." Zoan confessed, staring up at the dark night, "It won't be long before suspicion begins to creep in, and we will become a target. Right now, we are all vulnerable."
"Aragon. What are we gonna do about him?" Elliott inquired, "He's...no longer himself,"
"That should be our second worry, Elliott. Have you even been listening to what I've been saying? It's not just the Vampires. I'm more worried about the witches learning about the King's death and striking. If they're able to take down Erandell, it would be a huge feat for them!" Zoan's deep voice rumbled out, "And I've checked. The old man was an only child. He doesn't have a brother to ascend the throne. We, his three children are the next and only rightful heirs to the throne of Erandell,"