Versailles
Ramose did not move, only silently gazing into the distance with a broken expression on his face, his sight unfocused.
'In the end, I was too late.'
He was not able to find his mate in time, allowing her to fall subject to such inhumane torture.
He felt it. He experienced every single torment and agony she went through, but he could do nothing to erase or lessen the pain.
Ramose did not know where Versailles was or with who she was. However, where ever she was, he was certain that she was beyond safe. She was lost.
He, her mate, failed her. He failed to protect and shelter her from all the malicious beasts in the realm.
And because he failed, something terrible that should have never happened took place. Something that not only severed the bond between them, but also broke her.
A broken Versailles.
More blood tears flowed out from Ramose's eyes as he imaged the young woman he met a while ago and compared it to the broken shell she must be now.