Chapter 136: It Is My Right To Take Care Of You

"I should be the rightful owner of the Ancient Golden Crown and the Solar Scepter! I should be the one standing by the Werewolf King's side! It's that serpentine that stole everything from me! It's her!" The flames in her eyes burned with deep hatred as if they were about to devour the said individual.

In the Demon Queen's eyes, the position that Versailles now occupied should have been hers. The Ancient Golden Crown, the Solar Scepter, and the status of the Underworld Palace Queen should have all belonged to her.

In her eyes, Versailles was the one that stole what belonged to her, and to get it back, she was willing to do anything.

"Fine, if one Thunder-Kill Spectra isn't enough to reap your life, then I will arrange for a hundred. If a hundred are not enough, then a thousand! In the end, I will make sure you die the most horrible death in the entire Nar realm! By then, you will return what should rightfully be mine without me having to ask for it!" With a final bang, the armrest crumbled into dust.

The Demon Queen rose from her seat and entered her bedchambers. She went to her bedside table to pressed on a black button on the eye of a stone gargoyle. With a loud grind, the Demon Queen's bed split apart and an underground passage appeared.

She grabbed a black cloak from her bedside table and walked into the dark tunnel...

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In the Crimson Palace of the Underworld Palace, female beasts hurriedly carried basins of warm water into an enormous crimson chamber. They sat the basins beside the giant bed in the center of the room that was decorated with splendor.

As they straightened to leave, they secretly peeked at the masculine man sitting on the edge of the bed with lustful eyes. Not in their wildest dreams had they ever imagined that the Werewolf King's human form would be so ravishing.

As they thought of how he would look in bed, their ears reddened and faces' flushed as bright as the crimson walls. 

"Get out if you are done!"

The deep, dangerously low voice immediately pulled them back to their senses. They raised their heads in fear and saw only his broad back. 

The Werewolf King was wiping the forehead of the motionless figure laying on the splendid bed. His actions were gentle and attentive attracting their attention as their hearts instantly lit with raging flames of jealousy.

"Did you not hear me? I said to get lost!" Ramose raised his head and annoyedly looked at the irritating flies loitering in his mate's chambers.

The beasts jumped with a start, and embarrassedly lowered their heads, not willing to leave so soon. However, judging by the dark scowl on the Wolf King's face, they knew that they had overstayed their welcome.

"Then, we will take our leave, King Ramose. Please call for us if you need anything else." Raising their heads for a final glance at his handsome face, the females reluctantly backed out of the room. Just before they left, their sight fell on the motionless figure once again.

'We will let you have him all to yourself for now. But once you fail to completely satisfy him, the Werewolf King will seek us out! At that time, we will show you your place!'

With confident and expectant smiles on their lips, the beasts finally turned and left the room.

Ramose did not fail to catch the gleam in the female beasts' eyes. The only thing was, he had no idea what they were happy about.

"Did they like being kicked out?" He thought out loud with a frown.

He couldn't think of any other reason for their strange behavior. Aside from telling them to get lost, he hadn't said anything else. So, he felt baffled.

"Whatever. As long as they perform their tasks well, what they are happy or sad about has nothing to do with me."

Throwing the matter out of his mind, Ramose focused back on taking care of his mate.

Dragging one of the basins of water, he took a piece of fabric and dipped it into the water. After wringing the water out, Ramose lightly placed the damp fabric on his mate's forehead and gently wiped her.

Then he devoutly cleaned her eyebrows, nose, cheeks, and lastly, her dry lips.

As his finger touched her pale pink lips, his heart raced and his eyes darkened. He recalled the soft sensation of the plump meat on his in the treatment hall and rubbed his eyes in agony.

"Who knew taking care of you will be this torturous." Though his words were one of complaint, his voice and eyes overflowed with endless tenderness. Ramose swallowed with difficulty and slowly opened his eyes, his gaze instantly falling on her lips.

Cautiously, he traced the well proportioned and perfect size with each of his fingers, his heart shuddering in a never before experienced pleasure. The pleasure was so overwhelming that he leaned on the bed beside her and closed his eyes in bliss.

Her fruity fragrance entered his nose and calmed his restless heart.

It was a long and exhausting two days for Ramose. After the Great Healer advised him to appoint maids for Versailles, he had immediately stepped into the position himself, not trusting anyone else with his mate's health and safety.

As such, for two consecutive days, Ramose didn't take a step away from his unconscious mate's side and tirelessly looked after her. However, even though he was new at the task, he found happiness in taking care of her.

With her alive and well, he couldn't wish for more.

Adjusting his position on the bed, Ramose found a comfortable position and dragged his mate into his arms. Before long, the Werewolf King fell into a deep and peaceful slumber.

The next warm morning, Ramose sat across from his mate and gently coaxed her to eat. "Light, open your mouth. You need to eat meat for a few days to recover your strength." 

"I don't want to. I hate meat!" Versailles refused to open her mouth, making a disgusted face as she turned to the side.

It wasn't that she hated meat, but that whenever she saw meat, the few years spent in the Sybil realm resurfaced in her mind. The days spent hungry and starved huddled in a corner of the house while the delicate fragrance of meat permeated the air made her feel worthless.

The fact that her sorry excuse for parents didn't even care to check on her didn't make things any better. Therefore, before long, the very aroma of meat made her feel sick.

"Light, please eat just a little bit. Do it for me...hmm?" Ramose peeled off a piece Flame Chick and placed it at her mouth.

"But..."

"No buts, eat!"

Versailles looked at his immovable expression and submitted herself to her fate. Closing her eyes, she painfully bit into the meat and chewed, various expressions morphing on her face. 

Ramose smiled in amusement as he attentively watched her changing expressions. Before her, he never knew that a creature's face could be so expressive. After a long period of coaxing and feeding, Ramose relented and sent the remainder of the meat out.

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"Now that you are done eating, it is time for you to bathe. Come, I'll help you to the washroom." Moving close to her, he wrapped his arm around her slender waist and seriously guided her to the washroom.

"Be careful and immediately call out to me if you need help. I am standing right next to the door."

Versailles nodded and entered the washroom. Standing in front of the glass mirror, she scrunched her eyes in confusion, trying desperately to recall what happened on their way back to the Underworld Palace.

However, only sharp pain shot through her head, clouding her mind. 

"What exactly happened and why can't I remember it?" From Ramose's clingy behavior and her weak state, there was no doubt that she had met with some sort of an accident.

However, she couldn't remember anything about it.

"Forget. It probably isn't something worth remembering." Shaking her head, she washed her face and tried to change her clothes. But her surrounding started spinning and she had no choice but to lean against the counter with a hand on her chest, patiently waiting for her pounding heart to settle.

Ramose felt his mate had been in the washroom for too long. Afraid that she might not be feeling well, he turned and nervously entered the room.

'I shouldn't have allowed her to be on her own.' He thought reproachfully. 

When he saw her leaning breathlessly on the counter, his hanging heart settled, but then immediately felt worried about her condition.

Hurrying to her side, he held her arm and concernedly scanned her pale face. "Light, are you okay? Are you in pain anywhere? hurry and tell me!" 

Versailles sensed his anxiety and comfortingly placed her hand over his.

"I am fine, Ramose. Just got a little dizzy when I was trying to change." She said with a reassuring smile.

But Ramose wasn't convinced and checked her over for injury. It was only after he did two thorough checks that he relaxed.

"Come, you're still not in the condition to walk around like this. Whatever you need, I can get it for you."

"Oh, whatever I need?" A mischievous glint flashed in her violet pupils as she asked with a sly smile.

"Yes, whatever you need."

"I need to change. Can you take care of that for me?" She lifted a brow inquiringly.

"Of course. Why not? Come, I'll help you change."

"Oh? What, what are you doing?" Versailles didn't expect the beast to really and truly attempt to help her change. After all, she was only playing around with him. How was she supposed to know that the wolf's brain had gone too far the deep end?

"Light, what are you shy for? We are mates officially swore to each other. There is nothing wrong with me helping you change. Come, you just sit and relax. Let me take care of everything."

"Yeah, right! Take care in your dreams. I am out of here!" Versailles couldn't stand his joke and was about to pass by him when Ramose gripped her arm and seriously stared into her eyes.

"Light, is it my words that are too difficult to understand, or are you purposely pretending not to understand them?" He asked with a deep frown.

"I, I am not going to take them seriously! I can change myself and even if I can't, are there not maids? They can help me change." She was flustered, speaking in a hurry as she tried to get out of his hold.

"I can help you change as well."

"No, you can't!"

"Why not?"

"Because you are a male and I am a female!" If she was still the Fiery Serpentine from her second life, she might not have found anything wrong with Ramose changing her clothes. But as someone who lived in the Sybil realm for 18 years, she felt too shy with such intimate acts.

"No, I am your mate and you are my mate. We have taken our vow which means we belong to each other. I have every right to help you change, more so than the maids. Taking care of you isn't something that I am asking for your permission. No, it is my right to take care of you." He firmly declared.

Versailles was struck dumb. 

'His right to take care of me?'

This was a perspective that she had never considered before.

In her mind, Ramose was her mate and she felt like she was finally where she needed to be. In his presence, she felt comfortable and at peace. While at times she felt such strong emotions for him that she herself felt afraid of those feelings drowning her.

With him, she felt like she was finally where she belonged. She felt at home.

This feeling was so different from any that she had experienced in her three lives.

Ramose was so different from what she expected and what she thought a family to like. In the Sybil realm, the people that she had considered family didn't so much as care whether she starved or died. When had they ever cared about her changing?

Ramose saw the silly expression on her face and felt amused.

'So, there are times when even the glorious serpentine is confused."

He thought dotingly with a tender smile in his eyes.

"Light, as your mate, it is my right to take care of you. For this, I don't even need your permission. So stop being stubborn and unreasonable, okay? You are not fully recovered yet." He gently cupped her cheek and deeply looked at her as he said.

"What if I don't want you to take care of me?" 

Her words had barely fallen when the temperature in the washroom dropped.

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