Turning back to face his mate, and making sure to set up an intrusion barrier he didn't want anybody disturbing them again.
"I haven't been able to get to know her with all their barging in. Finally," He muttered.
He turned around to see Rosey burying her head in her lap, with only her mass of black curls visible.
As he saw her burying her face in the pillow, he couldn't help but wonder if she was feeling shy. Her behavior made Theovin's heart flutter with curiosity.
As he reached out to pet Rosey's head, he heard her sniffing and sobbing.
The sounds were like a vise grip on his heart, causing him to whimper and his dragon to surge within, desperate to console their crying mate.
Theovin moved a bit closer to Rosey and gently placed his hand on her upper back, but she flinched away from him.
Theovin tried speaking in gentle, soothing tones to her, but she continued to cry inconsolably.
The sound of his mate crying was tearing him apart.
Theovin felt a hollow ache in his chest as he leaned his forehead against his hand, unsure of what to do.
Suddenly, Theovin hear her whispering something softly.
Rosey muttered something, and Theovin moved closer to hear it better. The reality of the situation almost made him want to go back and kill that man again.
'How dare a dead man make my mate cry!' Theovin thought to himself, feeling angry and helpless at the same time.
"You don't need to cry, my rabbit," Theovin said, gently wiping away her tears. "You shouldn't waste your tears on something so trivial. I'm sure you had your reasons for killing him."
Despite Theovin's attempts to console his mate, her sobs continued to increase in intensity. He watched helplessly as his touch seemed to have no effect on her.
Her body shook with each sob, and her breaths were ragged and uneven. He felt a pang of sadness and frustration wash over him, wishing there was more he could do to comfort her.
"I don't understand why it has to be like this," her soft whispers echoed in his head, and his dragon whined in agony.
The situation felt unbearable, and he wished there was something he could do to take away her pain.
Rage replaced the agony within him, directed both towards Gold Song and himself.
Theovin felt a surge of frustration and anger at his inability to soothe her, to be a balm to her broken soul.
Instead, he was just sitting by her side, feeling useless and helpless.
Watching her in pain was unbearable, but the way she flinched away from him when he tried to touch her and the way she shook in sheer terror shattered his heart.
It was as if she was afraid of him, and the thought made Theovin feel both angry and saddened.
He couldn't bear to see her cry any longer, so he made the decision to do something about it.
Though it pained him to leave her side, he stood up from the bed and moved towards the door, determined to find a way to help her.
Stopping in his tracks, he called out to Gold Song to come out and protect her.
However, Gold Song seemed to be resisting, and Theovin could feel his reluctance to emerge.
Gold Song was worried that his aura would overwhelm their mate, and that this fragment of herself would shatter. "How did I forget that she wasn't complete?" he lamented.
Despite being in the presence of a potential mate whose blood he longed to taste, Theovin felt strangely at ease.
He couldn't pinpoint the reason why, but the usual overwhelming urge to mark and mate her was not consuming him.
The mere thought of it was enough to make Theovin's body heat up, so he shook his head to clear his mind and refocus his thoughts.
Theovin couldn't bear to leave her crying, but he knew he had to find a way to make her stop.
He removed the barrier he had set up and made his way out the door, turning around to throw a light punch at the door in frustration.
As he saw that the door was unaffected by his punch, he nodded in satisfaction. "I can't take any chances," he reminded himself before setting off.
Theovin quickened his pace and moved swiftly towards the end of the corridor.
Theovin moved with lightning speed, turning off at the corridor and proceeding down the spiral staircase at full tilt.
Theovin decided to check on what was holding Ralph, who he had sent to get food for his mate.
Theovin then turned to his left and headed towards the kitchen, but he abruptly stopped when he sensed that something was off.
Sniffing the air, he picked up on the faint scent of blood. "What the hell is Mavin up to now?" he wondered aloud.
Muttering under his breath, Theovin made his way towards the direction where the scent of blood was coming from.
After passing some corridors he finally stopped in front of a closet-like door. "Now let's find out what he has hidden here…"
Saying this, he pushed the door open expecting it to come open noiselessly. However, he was shocked when the door collapsed completely.
After the door collapsed, Theovin stood there for a moment, staring at the wreckage in disbelief.
Then, he realized his mistake. "Oh...it was a pull to open not a push. My bad." he said with a hint of a smirk on his face.
He didn't feel sorry about what he had just done to the closet door; in fact, he found the situation somewhat amusing.
With a shrug, he stepped over the fallen door and.
After the door collapsed, he stepped over the fallen door and took a closer look inside to see what was inside.
To his surprise, he found the body of a slightly overweight man lying on the ground with a rusted iron part sticking out of his head.
However, he remained indifferent, not showing any signs of shock or horror.
As soon as Theovin saw the body, he immediately recognized it as the man that his mate had killed recently.
He was not surprised or shocked, but instead felt a surge of annoyance at the incompetence of Ralph.
"And that incompetent Ralph said he disposed of the body. Is this how to dispose of a body?" he exclaimed in frustration.
Theovin was about to turn around and make his way out of the closet when something caught his eye in the darkness.
A glimmer of light shone in the corner of the room, and although he was tempted to ignore it and leave, his subconscious told him that he had to investigate.
With a sense of curiosity, he walked towards the source of the light, his eyes scanning the area for any clues or hints about what he might find.
He slowly knelt beside the lifeless body, ignoring the metallic scent of blood that filled the air.