Truthfully right now with the stage and phase they had crossed over and stepped into, she didn’t mind doing it. Secretly there was a part of her that didn’t mind and actually enjoyed these moments which she wouldn’t tell him out loud. The man already had Satan like horns on his head. If she could admit it, he would have wings next with a grin on his face.
“I will get a backache if you lean back,” she said, placing her hand on his shoulder she pulled him to sit straight. He adjusted his position to ask,
“Better?”
“Much better,” seeing him smile, Penny smiled back. See? This is what Penny was talking about. Damien had his moments where he could be the devil or angel, switching back and forth that could give one a headache but then he didn’t show that angel side of his to people, “Are you doing okay?” she asked him, his smile easing her errant nerves.
“Why do you ask?” This was another skill of his that Penny had noted. Asking a question on another question, “You are here with me. I am doing amazing,” where did this side of his emerge? Penny asked herself as she shook her head.
Taking the towel with both her hands, she started to gently rub his wet hair which he hadn’t bothered to wipe.
“Did you have maids before to help you wash and wait on you?” she asked him as she continued to wipe and rub his hair. Moving her hand in a circular motion.
“I did. At least two of them,” he hummed, his eyes closed enjoying the feel of her hands on his scalp. Penny nodded herself. Of course, he would. He was the young master of this house, it would be strange instead if he didn’t have maids waiting on him, “It feels like we are having a husband and wife moment, don’t you think?” he asked her.
Penny wondered about it, “It does,” she agreed to his question.
“We should meet your mother and get her blessings,” Damien said to have Penny wondering how her mother would react to this information. A small sigh escaped her lips to have Damien open his eyes, “Don’t worry about it. She might be more welcoming considering her background.”
“Yes, let’s hope for it,” Penny commented. God only knew how her mother would react to her being alive, talking about them…the feeling and thoughts sank into her mind as she went through it. It appeared that they were a couple, were they? A small blush crept up her neck where she cleared her throat, “I am done. I am sure you can do the rest of it,” saying this she quickly slipped into the bathroom to wash her feet and face, readying herself to get into bed while leaving Damien out in the room.
When the next day arrived, both Damien and Penelope made their presence in Lady Yuvaine’s birthday. To say people were shocked to see the girl who was once a slave now wearing an extravagant dress on her with diamonds around her neck, people couldn’t stop but stare.
Penelope was left with Lady Sentencia who was one of Damien’s friends. The woman was somewhere between being polite, quiet, and sarcastic. With a group of ladies surrounding them as they discussed Duke Scathlok who had taken in a slave who was one of Woville’s good looking men in the higher society.
“Don’t you think it is great though? To be a slave and have one dot on you?” one of the women in the circle asked. By the color of her eyes, Penelope could tell she was a human. A woman who was brought up with a frivolous character who enjoyed gossip.
“You think so?” asked another woman, a vampire with bright red eyes compared to Lady Sentencia.
“Yes!” the first woman whispered, “I mean all you need to do is to please the man.”
“I don’t think I would be able to live the life of the slave,” spoke a third lady in the group, sipping the blood they had been served.
Lady Yuvaine who stood there couldn’t stop glaring at the human girl who had been levelled up from being a slave to the status of the high standing lady. Not any lady but rumour had it that the girl shared the same room as Damien even after her status had been changed.
Taking the opportunity, Yuvaine spoke, “I think we shouldn’t speak about the slaves right now. I mean,” she looked at Penelope to have everyone’s eyes on her, “I mean some are lucky to have dotting masters and mistress but can you imagine for one’s who don’t have that. It wasn’t only a few weeks ago where I heard that one of the slave had been dragged through the streets of the Isle Valley after getting some good beatings,” her bright red eyes stared at Penny to emphasize her point to everyone that the slave was none other than Penelope who was standing with them.
“Ah, must have been shameful,” said the first human lady who had brought up the topic.
The vampire lady who was a friend of Lady Yuvaine, added, “That is true. But slaves are what they are. I doubt one can change from their basic instinct of being a slave to a…lady and us.”
If they were thinking that it would hurt Penelope, they were wrong. Penny had gone through far worse curses where people wished she didn’t exist with her mother since she was a small girl therefore these words they spoke were something that brushed right across her without affecting her.
When a servant was walking past the group, Penelope raised her hand to stop the man from picking up a glass from the tray. Lady Yuvaine’s friend was the first one to pick the glass even though it was Penelope who had stopped the servant first.
Picking up the glass from the tray, Penny thanked the servant, “Thank you,” but she didn’t stop there, “I must say, Lady Yuvaine. Some of them truly lack polite words and action,” saying that she took a sip from her glass. Oh, orange juice!
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