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.'
