Ramose embraced his mate, his strong arms wounding tightly around her arms, as he rested his head on her fire-kissed hair. The cumbersome golden crown got in the way of his comfort, causing him to instead awkwardly move his head onto her shoulder.
"..." Well, that works too.
Versailles didn't know whether to laugh or cry, the male's tall frame seemed to be in discomfort from the forced bow. The concerned individual, however, didn't seem to mind the awkward position as he motionlessly rested on her shoulder.
"Don't you have any intentions of leaving? Every beast is staring at us!" Pressured by the burning glares, she quietly admonished him.
"Let them stare all they want. We are mates and have officially exchanged our vows. Even if they stare until the end of time, it won't have any effect. We will never separate."
'Not a fool, after all.'
The fact that he sensed the intent behind those unwavering gazes showed how clear he was of their owner's feelings. However, he decided to completely ignore them and indulge in the comfort of her arms.
It was also a form of declaration. A declaration that he wasn't interested in anyone but her.
"I need to see the Scorpion King before leaving." She whispered.
She still had an unfinished task for him to relay to the Goblin Chief. The three Gorgons were already caught up in overseeing the reconstruction of the Ancient Fortress.
"Hmm...can you meet him the next warm morning? Today is our special day. I don't want to leave your side or share you with another beast."
"Share? I will only be discussing important matters for a brief moment. That isn't too bad, is it?"
"It is. For that brief moment, it will take your attention away from me."
"Alright, fine! You win, so can you straighten your posture now? I am feeling pain just looking at you." Lightly patting his back, she tried to push him away.
This time, Ramose didn't stop her. He gently released her arms and grabbed her hand.
"Everyone, thank you for coming to witness our union. Your meal today is on the pack!"
"Great! Werewolf King, Serpentine Queen, congratulations on your union!" A minotaur excitedly shouted out and was soon followed by the rest of the crowd.
"Yes, congratulations!"
"Congratulations on your union!"
Amidst the cheering roars of the beasts, Versailles and Ramose, protectively surrounded by the werewolf pack, made their way to a makeshift camp.
"Olsen, take a portion of the pack and arrange for the meal of the guests. Let me know if any issues come up." Ramose instructed over his shoulder and proceeded to support his mate in sitting on the largest flame boulder.
With a stomp of his foot, he landed by her side.
"Aren't you the one that promised everyone a full meal? Why did you dump the task on Olsen?" She disdainfully asked.
"Because he's my subordinate. It's his job to handle my tasks."
"Hmph! You're just taking advantage of him."
"Aren't you being too concerned about that Olsen? It's our union day today. I want us to talk about only ourselves." Seeing her showing more interest in others than him, Ramose sulkily took her hand.
"Alright, what do you want to talk about?" Under his pitiful appearance, Versailles relented.
"Tell me. What was your life like before meeting me?" This was a topic that Ramose deeply wanted to know.
The girl sitting beside him was and wasn't the girl from 18 years ago. The more time he spent with her, the more clear he became of her deep wisdom and great foresight. If that was all, then it wouldn't have made any difference.
After all, 18 years was more than enough for her to grow and become knowledgeable.
However, the problem was the vigorous aura radiating from her body. The strong vitality and youthful ambiance surrounding her raised doubts in his heart. Because that was not the aura of a beast more than 36 years old.
Her aura, unmistakably and irrefutably, was that of an 18 years-old beast.
The only answer he could think of was that she was reborn. But how?
Images of her life in the Sybil realm flashed through her mind. Her Grandpa Al, the Skylers, and even the disgusting village head's son. Then, she entered the Nar realm and returned to the Snake clan.
Turning to her mate, she smiled.
"Life before you was just life. I lived not because being alive felt great, but because I was afraid of death. I lived not because I had something to live for, but because I didn't want my existence to be erased so easily from the realm. I lived because I needed to live in order to prove my worth."
"You..."
"But then, I met you. It was like seeing a spark of light in the darkest of tunnels, finding a glimmer of hope in the deepest of despair, receiving mercy when none seemed possible. Meeting you made me come to life and realize the true meaning of being alive. It gave purpose to my existence."
Ramose stared at his mate in shock.
He didn't expect to hear such words from her. After all, the reason he was so deeply and irrevocably in love with her was due to their fateful encounter 18 years ago. But since she was reborn, her memories of that encounter wouldn't be intact and the same shouldn't apply to her.
So, why did she consider him the reason for her existence?
"Light, before meeting me, did you have a difficult time?" The sorrow he saw in her eyes, he could only attribute it to a difficult period in her life in the past few years.
His heart ached when he thought of his mate going through a tough time. A time so tough and cruel that she had no meaning to live for other than the desire to prove her worth. He released her hand and pulled her into his arms, tightly embracing her slender figure.
"Werewolf King, there is a giant scorpion requesting to meet with the Serpentine Queen." At this moment, the nervous voice of a brown werewolf interrupted their silent peace.
"It must be the Scorpion King. Let him through!" Raising her head, Versailles immediately disengaged herself from Ramose, causing him to frown in displeasure.
"Come on, be good. If I speak to the Scorpion King right now, then I won't have to seek him out later. This will save us a lot of time. I can directly go to the Underworld Palace with you. Isn't that good?" She gently coaxed him, her melodious voice melting his mounting annoyance.
"Fine, but only for a brief moment. I will also not leave your side. So whatever you need to discuss with him, you will do it within my presence. Is that okay?" In the end, he couldn't bring himself to pressure her, ending the command in a question instead of an order.
"It's okay, Boss!" Versailles smiled sweetly and raised her hand in a surrendering salute, making Ramose proudly raise his head in satisfaction.
When the Scorpion King tremblingly came before the two, this was the scene he encountered. His Master was sweetly pacifying the Werewolf King, who proudly raised his head.
'Oh no! Is Master going to turn into a pleasing mate? But I liked her the way she was. Venomous and vicious, without a trace of mercy for those she deemed enemies.
Sighing sorrowfully, the Scorpion King paused three feet from the two with a lowered head.
"Scorpion King, you're here!" Versailles immediately spotted the giant arachnid and joyously greeted.
"Yes, Master. I thought you might have a message for the chief. That's why I stopped by." He carefully replied, cautious of offending the Werewolf King that even his Master had to please.
"Yes. There is a message that I need you to relay to Chief Mein. Inform him to take the trained beasts and seek the White-eyed Seers of the Ice Hills. This task should be completed within 3 ice nights from now. If he needs assistance, he can send me a flame message in the Underworld Palace. Is that understood?"
Her sharp eyes instantly cleared his mind and the Scorpion King seriously replied.
"Yes, Master!"
Without a doubt, the task was very important, otherwise, his Master wouldn't look so frightening.
"There are also the Winged-Humans of Fallen City. Make them the priority. If those two tasks are accomplished within 3 ice nights, then proceed to the Little Feys Nest, Omincorns Flame Field, and Banshee's Decrepit Alleys, Is that clear?"
"Yes, Master! Don't worry, Master. I will relay your orders word for word." The Scorpion King solemnly vowed.
After the incident at the Colosseum of Nar, he had surrendered his complete loyalty and faith to the Serpentine Queen. At this moment, to successfully complete the task assigned to him by her, he could even sacrifice his life.
"Good. You can go now. Come and see me at the Underworld Palace when you get the chance." Done with her instructions, Versailles carelessly leaned back on the boulder and waved her hand as she invited the beast on a whim.
What she didn't know was that this invite was viewed as an order.