Chapter 137: You Can't Leave Me

"It doesn't matter. Even if you don't want me to take care of you, I will still take care of you. Now come, let me help you change." Ramose smirked darkly and guided Versailles to the stool in the center of the washroom.

Going back into the bedroom, he grabbed a change of clothes and froze in front of her.

'I have never changed a female's clothes before. Now, where do I start?'

For a second, Ramose didn't know where to begin. However, once he saw the similarly perplexed expression on his mate's face, his heart melted.

'Forget it! What matters isn't where I begin, but the fact that I begin. I need to take good care of Light. And besides, I have forever to master this craft.' 

Getting down on his knees before her, Ramose held out his hands which she gripped with her own. He raised her to her feet and gently pulled her into his arms. 

The moment he felt her soft body, his heart pounded in his chest and Ramose found it difficult to breathe. But he closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, her fruity scent restoring a semblance of calm, as his hand fell on her shoulder and he gently removed the black robe.

Her body shivered in his arms, arousing his barely calm heart. He breathed in her sweet fragrance again, reining in his desire to bury his head in her lustrous fire-kissed hair. After removing the first layer of her black robe, he closed his eyes and continued removing the rest.

Her inner robes felt soft, making him think of her snow-white skin. When the last piece of cloth fell to the ground, his hand came into contact with her smooth and delicate skin. His breath hitched and with a deep groan, he buried his head in her neck.

Versailles was trembling from the intimate action. Before today, she had never experienced such a brain-numbing shyness and pleasure. Even though he was only removing her clothes, she felt as if she was floating. The intense pleasure made her body weak and her light-headed.

"Ramose..." She gasped breathlessly.

Her hoarse voice made his body go rigid, and Ramose felt as if he was on fire. The heat in his body gathered at a certain region making him stifled and uncomfortable. But he ignored his intense physical reaction and concentrated on calming his pounding heart.

"Ramose...?" Versailles asked with a little more strength this time.

"Shhhh...just give me a moment." Ramose tightened his arms around her as he inwardly cursed himself for almost losing control. The feeling of his mate in his arms was sweet torture that made him tremble in pleasure.

However, he could not allow himself to lose control. Especially not at this moment when she was still recovering. Regaining his clarity, Ramose slowly loosened his iron grip. The moment he separated from her, a gnawing and aching loss filled his heart, making him want to pull her back in his embrace.

He shook his head and blindly searched for the clothing he set aside for her to change into. With his eyes still closed, Ramose carefully helped his mate change into her new robes. He only opened his eyes when he was certain that she was fully dressed.

"Light, you are beautiful..." His dark eyes shined brightly as he looked at her from head to toe. Dressed in a white robe with light pink undergarments, combined with the faint red hue given off by the red walls, his mate's radiance was so breathtaking that he felt his heart stop.

Ramose felt as if he was dreaming and the female standing before him was an immortal from the Realm of Legends. 

"Shall we?" Stepping forward, he offered her his hand with a faint smile.

Versailles grabbed Ramose's hand and he gently guided her out of the washroom. Just when she thought that he would lead her to the bed to rest, he brought her before a huge mirror that covered an entire wall.

"This is...?" A frown appeared on Versailles's forehead as she looked at her full-size image in the mirror.

"You haven't had your hair done for almost two days, right? Today, I will do your hair for you." He proudly declared.

"You will do it? That's not exactly necessary. Now that I am sitting before the mirror, I can get it done myself." 

"Am I not here? Why will you do it yourself? You should just relax and concentrate on getting better. Leave everything else to me." Without waiting for her to say anything else, he pushed her forward and forced her on the stone stool.

With a wide grin, Ramose grabbed the new comb he commissioned for her and gathered her silky tresses in his hands. The red-golden strands slid through his fingers, their smooth and soft texture rising an itch in his heart.

He loved her red-gold curls and was more than happy to untangle them. In the various nightmares he had of her, her flame hair was one of the most beautiful attributes that he instinctively searched for.

In slow, gentle, and meticulous strokes, he untangled every strand and knot. Not satisfied, he placed the comb on the table before the mirror and gathered the sleek red-gold mane on her right temple to the back. 

His warm hands and the gentle tug on her head lulled Versailles into a comfortable slumber.

A while later, Versailles's red-gold waist-length hair was braided on both sides with the ends coming together into a larger braid at the back. The rest of her hair flowed freely on her shoulders and back, the smooth and untangled strands shinning under the silver-purple glow of the room.

Ramose noiselessly picked up his unconscious mate and carried her to the wide bed. Gentle and cautious, he laid her down and covered her. As his sight fell on her peaceful face, his face softened and a tender look filled his eyes.

Without hesitation, he climbed on the other side of the bed and dragged her into his arms. 

"Sigh, in the entire Nar realm, there is no place like your side." Content and at peace, Ramose closed his eyes with a faint smile on his lips.

The next ice morning, Versailles woke up in the arms of her mate and felt a burning glare on her face. 

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"Werewolf King, you can't even move your sight from me. How are you going to concentrate on the affairs of the Underworld Palace? Are you planning on becoming a retired King?" She asked with a smirk.

Teasing him was a new hobby of hers, one that she very much enjoyed. 

Ramose's heart raced at the sight of his mate's bedridden hair. Every day, he seemed to see a different side of her that made him fall even deeper for her. Swallowing tightly, he hugged her closer and placed his hand on her hair.

In slow, gentle motion, he brushed the tangled mass with his fingers and rubbed his palm on her head.

"If possible, I would like to retire so that I can spend every waking moment and sleeping hour with you." He softly replied and kissed her forehead.

"What could be better than that?" He asked, looking into her violet eyes.

"Isn't being the King of the Underworld Palace better?" She dubiously asked.

Even though she knew that he had loved her for more than three lifetimes, she didn't believe that he would consider ruling the Underworld Palace less significant compared to her.

"Light, nothing in the seven realms is better than being by your side. You have no idea how much you mean to me." Ramose's voice was rough with emotion, sounding as if he would tear in the next moment.

As Versailles had no memory of her attack, she couldn't figure out where her mate's sudden clinginess and forthright attitude came from.

"Ah? Ramose, you know that we can't stay stuck together at all times, right? I mean, after recovering, I will probably have to leave for a brief period of time to take care of some things. At that time, you will be staying in the Underworld Palace by yourself."

"Leave? Where are you going? No, forget about that. Whether it is in the Underworld Palace or the Nar realm, from now on, we are going to stay together. Wherever you go, I will follow and where ever I go, you will follow." Ramose's expression was firm and determined when he seriously looked at her in the eyes and said. From his expression, it was obvious that he wanted to make sure she clearly understood his meaning.

"What!? You are going to follow me everywhere? Are you out of your mind? Why don't you just follow me to relieve myself as well?" She sneered sarcastically. 

However, Ramose didn't see it as a sarcastic remark and found her suggestion debatable. After all, there was no knowing how far so beasts could go to achieve their aim. If they decided to attack his mate at a place where he couldn't be present, then it would be too late for him to regret when the deed was done.

"Light, you are so smart. You could even consider this point. From now on, I will follow you even when you need to relieve yourself. Don't worry, I won't peek unless you want me to." He added with a suggestive tone.

"You...you!" Versailles was angered to the point of trembling uncontrollably.

"Light, what's wrong? Are you in pain? Let's get you to the Great Healer!" Ramose felt alarmed by her sudden change and anxiously gathered her in his arms. Hurriedly, he leaped off the bed, wanting to carry her to the healer when a sharp pain came from his shoulder.

Looking down, he saw the flushed face and fierce eyes of his mate that seemed to be on the verge of exploding.

"Put me down right now!" She hissed through clenched teeth.

Ramose was cowed by her ferocious gaze and obediently set her down, looking at her with trepidation. However, since he was still worried about her, he could only ignore her dangerous look and probe.

"Light, quickly tell me! How are you feeling? Are you in any pain?"

"I am fine! But you...I think that something is really wrong with you. How could you even suggest staying with me when I am relieving myself?" She raged with an embarrassed expression.

"I am perfectly fine. And what is wrong with me staying? Don't forget, you were the one to suggest it first." He pulled on her arm and dragged her to the bed, forcing her to sit as she gave him an exasperated look.

"Do you not know sarcasm? I said it to show how extreme you were being. How is it possible for us to be together at all times?" She asked.

"How is it not? We are mates, so there is nothing that I can't see."

"That...! Forget it! Just tell me the reason why you are acting like this, okay? If we discuss it, I am sure that we can find a solution."

"There is nothing to discuss. I already found the solution. As long as we are together, there is nothing to worry about. I can take care of you, protect you, and make sure that you are happy all the time."

"Ramose, can you tell me what is bothering you? Please?" Versailles wasn't in the mood to keep up this charade anymore. Ramose was always protective, caring, and understanding. If she felt uncomfortable with something, she only had to say it once and he would never bring it up again.

However, this time, even when she made it clear that they couldn't be together all the time, he seemed adamant about sticking to her where ever she went. She could sense that he was more fervent and overly worked up about her safety than usual.

Ramose felt his mate's imploring gaze and struggled with himself. Should he tell her? Tell her how he had failed to protect? He knew she wouldn't blame him for his failure, but he wasn't sure if he was ready to accept it.

But under her unwavering gaze, his firm resolve shattered. His body lost all strength as he gave in to her plea and knelt at her feet. Laying his head on her thigh, he tightly wrapped his arms around her waist and sighed.

In a voice thick with emotion, he laid out his deepest fear.

"I am afraid of losing you, Light. Because of my carelessness, you were on the brink of death. Because I wasn't attentive enough, cautious enough, and alert enough, some creature got the opportunity to attack you. I...what if I had lost you? What would I have done? How could I have lived? You are the reason for my existence, the one because of whom living isn't only breathing anymore. I cannot lose you. Ever.. If you leave me, I will become a breathing corpse."

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