Chapter 119: Changing And Shifting Tides

A sharp pain flashed through her chest, eliciting a gasp from her bloodless lips. But whether it was from the dream or Ramose's tight embrace, Versailles could not tell.

Her mood was ruined by the unexpected flood of images.

If only they were mere dreams...

"Ramose, Ramose, I can't breath!"

She clutched her chest and cried desperately, her eyes tearing as the pain intensified. 

"Versailles, are you okay? What's wrong?" 

Ramose anxiously gathered his mate in his arms and carried her outside. 

"Find a healer! Quickly find a healer!" He hollered to the guarding wolf pack as he dashed towards the Werewolf Camp.

The beasts of the various races camping on the outskirts of the Colosseum of Nar curiously turned upon hearing his shout.

"What's going on? Why is the Werewolf King shouting?"

"The only time the Werewolf King raises his voice is when his mate is involved. For him to scream like that, something must have certainly happened to the serpentine!"

"This is bad! If something happens to the serpentine, the Werewolf King will definitely vent his rage on us!"

"Let's go! Let's move as far away from the Werewolf Camp as we can!"

"Let's move!"

"Yes, move, move!"

The Battle of Wars had only concluded recently, but the beasts of the Nar realm were more than aware of the Wolf King's affection for his mate. In the presence of her sudden alarming condition, they didn't dare to stick around in fear of being used as a tool for the Werewolf King to vent his frustration on.

Within the span of a few heartbeats, a mile within the region of the Werewolf Camp was clear and deserted.

Ramose, unaware of the situation outside, rushed into the Werewolf Camp's Main Treatment Center, where a female beast with cat eyes was anxiously pacing.

"Versailles, don't worry. You will be fine. Liza, come and check on my mate. She is in pain." He gently placed her on a mat and waved at the restless female.

"What's wrong, Master? What happened to Mistress?" The female knelt by Versailles' side and took her hand, gingerly covering it with her own. A red glow appeared on her body and streamed into Versailles's hand before spreading to the rest of her body.

Versailles felt the pain in her chest recede and her mind settle, the sudden warmth lifting the pressure off her heart.

'What is happening to me? I already saw the endings of my previous lives. The Supreme Elder was responsible for every miserable ending of mine. Then what is this new mystery?'

From the human Eona and Versailles Skyler of the mysterious kingdom to Versailles Skyler the witch. From the serpentine Versailles Skyler of the Snake Clan to Versailles Skyler the human in the Sybil realm. And from Versailles Skyler the human to serpentine Versailles of the Snake Clan and mate of the Werewolf King.

Her journey was crystal clear, with only a slight fog on her memories as serpentine, but no sign of other alterations whatsoever.

She had not heard or even seen Durga Krishna in any of the recollections she experienced after the incident on the outskirts of the Vampire City. She had not seen any glimpse of this new identity after she and Ramose died in each other's embrace. 

And yet, the connection she felt with the name was as certain as her other identities.

And Ramose...

The Yuvraj she saw in her dreams as Durga Krishna was Ramose.

As she recalled the young prince in her dreams, the confusion in her eyes intensified as her gaze turned distant.

"Mistress, are you alright?" The soft voice of a young female entered her ears, startling her back into reality.

"Light, how are you feeling now? Are you still in pain?" Ramose worriedly asked as he intensely peered at her.

Versailles turned towards the two with a gentle smile on her lips.

"Hmm. I am fine, Ramose. Just felt a little uncomfortable, that's all. Might be due to overexertion and extended use of my flames. But I am better now, so you can relax. Sorry to worry you." She lightly said. 

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Her dreams were a mystery that she herself could not figure out. As such, she didn't inform Ramose about them. She didn't want to worry her mate that was on the verge of collapsing from concern for her.

"It's fine as long as you are alright. There's still time before the gathering of the beasts and announcement of this decade's Battle of Wars winner. Why don't you get some rest? I will be right here." Ramose grasped his mate's hand and leaned on the side of her mat, his gaze fixed on her pale face.

His heart ached to see her in pain. He knew that she was not alright. He knew she was going through some problem. But as he didn't want to give her a hard time, he didn't pry into her secrets.

He believed that she would one day share her secrets and problems with him when she was ready. And for that, he was willing to wait however long it took.

"Hmm." Versailles nodded obediently and closed her eyes.

"Sigh." She was truly tired and needed some rest.

Ramose watched his mate sleep with tenderness. Peace and serenity filled his heart, taking all his tension away.

The past few days had been full of worry and concern for her and her well-being. Even though he stayed by her side and believed in her ability, he was still fearful of her meeting with an unexpected accident.

And in a way, she had.

In the form of the Supreme Elder who had the dark lord behind him, his mate had almost met with an unfortunate accident.

Thankfully, he was well and rightly prepared. The Ancient Manual of the Ancestral Wolf not only allowed him to shift his size but also change his appearance.

Most importantly, however, was the fact that it held the secret of soul fusion that only the Wolf Kings' could utilize with the aid of their soulmate.

With the fusion of their souls, they were able to fend off the dark shadows, and Ramose perfectly protected his mate in the face of danger.

However, as the Wolf King, he now knew far better than any other beast in the Nar realm of the changing and shifting tides hidden behind the veil of harmony. He knew the peace in the Nar realm wasn't going to last long.

But for his mate to live a peaceful and happy life, Ramose was willing to go to any length to flush out the beasts hidden in the shadows. And if that proved to be an impossible task, he was willing to do whatever it took to prevent the veil from un-veiling, and keep the shadows hidden in their hole forever.

"Light, leave everything to me. From now on, it is my responsibility to keep you safe and happy. It is my responsibility to protect you from any harm. You just need to be happy and stay happy, alright?" He gently caressed her hair and silently watched over her like a dragon guarding its' most prized treasure.

"Chirp, Chirp, Chirp!" 

The next warm morning arrived with the sweet fragrance of fruits and twittering of flame birds. Versailles opened her eyes with a pensive expression on her face.

"I need to know what is happening to me. But before that, I have to bring an end to the Dark Lord and Supreme Elder. Until then, the mystery of those dreams will have to wait."

Sitting up, she felt a tug on her hand and turned her head. Ramose was lying sideways on her mat, his large hand tightly clenching her tiny one. His dark brows were scrunched together in a frown as if he was in pain. Stretching her free hand, she massaged the spot between his eyes in an attempt to relax him.

"Hmm...you are awake?" His hand wound around her wrist and pulled her forward.

Versailles fell on his chest in surprise, her luscious flame hair fanning around her face at the unexpected pull. Ramose raised his hand and buried it in her radiant coils, lightly stroking them before burying it behind her ear.

"Light, your hair is very beautiful. It is like a beacon of light in the middle of the darkest pit, glorious and mesmerizing. There is no match for it in the entire realm."

"You seem to know a lot about hairs, hmm?" She playfully teased.

"No, I just know about yours as it is the one imprinted in the deepest of my heart." He retorted half-jokingly and half-serious, the deep look in his eyes freezing her in place.

"What do you mean?" 

"I..." Just as he opened his mouth, a werewolf entered their tent.

"Werewolf King, it is time. The races of the realm have all gathered at the Colosseum of Nar to hear the naming ritual of this decade's Battle of Wars." He deferentially reported.

"Alright. You can leave, we will be out in a few moments." Dismissing the wolf, Ramose turned to his mate.

"Light, it's time. Are you ready to receive your title as Serpentine Queen?" He rose to his feet and pulled her along with him, his laughing eyes fixed on her confused face.

"Serpentine Queen? Is that the title the witches decided to give me?" She perplexedly asked.

"No, it's the title that I suggested to them."

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