Being new to wearing something like this, Penny asked him, “Do you think I should switch to the dress again?”
“Why?” Damien c.o.c.ked his head in question, “You don’t like it?” he asked her, “Don’t bother about my compliment. I was only teasing you, come here,” he said, pulling her to him. His hand moved from her waist to place it under her bottoms.
Penny’s eyes brightened and she looked at him, “What do you think you are doing, master Damien?”
“Feeling your soft bottom,” he replied unashamedly, “They really are too soft, make me want to smack them,” he ran his around the globes of her bottom until he squeezed them to have her yelp in his arms.
“I should do that to you too,” Penny said and the man had a quick answer to it.
“Nobody is stopping you. I am all yours,” he said knowing well the girl was still not crude to be able to grab his own bottom and squeeze them. Hearing this Penny placed her forehead on his chest.
“Perverted vampire,” she said that had him chuckling.
“And I know you love it,” Damien smirked, pulling his head back to look at her.
He was right, thought Penny in her mind without having to voice her words out on what he just said. Though the words that left her lips told something to him, her body told something else and Damien read her well.
“It is time for you to take classes.”
“Classes?” she asked him not sure what he was talking about.
Damien gave her a nod before pulling her down the stairs to meet Caitlin on their way who gave Penny a smile.
“You look good,” her aunt said looking at the new clothes Penny wore right now.
“Thank you, Caitlin,” Penny replied and on their way they found some of the maids who stared at Penny as if she had declared to be a man from this day onwards due to the male like clothing that she wore. Penny understood the looks that she received which were subtle as the maids didn’t dare to show out their actual thoughts with master Damien being around them.
Instead of taking the carriage or apparating themselves to wherever they were going, Damien and Penny continued to through the bridge. It was then Penny remembered, “You’re going to teach me to swim,” she said, looking at him sideways.
“I got the tailor to speed his work so that we could start your lessons soon. Swimming in the dress is equal to a floating fish which would end up nowhere. With your current attire, you can get used to the water while also trying to float when things turn bad. Float alive, not dead,” Damien stated, taking her down to the sea that kept splashing the water to the shore. The sea and ocean were something that was hard to swim in while rivers were much better as they usually had still water without confusing the way the water was going in.
Damien took Penny into the water, holding her hand as they went deeper and deeper until the water reached Penny’s chest.
“I think I am going to drown before we start learning,” she muttered when Damien kept pulling her towards the deeper side of the sea and the level of the water had reached her neck and soon it was starting to reach her chin.
“Soon you shall be the swimming mouse.”
“More like a drowned mouse,” she replied back to see him grin at her. She knew Damien enjoyed torturing her. Even though they both were in love with each other, the innate nature of Damien letting go of his sadistic tendency was far away.
They finally stopped moving deeper where Penny was submerged in the water from below her neck.
“This is perfect,” Damien said looking around the water they were surrounded in. Penny looked up at the mansion which looked giant from where they were, “I want you to lift your legs up and try splashing it like this,” he said demonstrating himself by falling flat on the surface of the water. Penny knew no matter how much he would like to torture her, the man wouldn’t kill her and with the trust, she held his hands tightly before letting her legs up and so did Penny’s swimming lessons began with Damien who taught her himself.
As Penny was a beginner, she took the time to learn to adjust herself with the water while listening to Damien. The days went by with her being taught by Damien an hour in the day while the rest they spent time away from each other, Damien went to the council as the cases were handed to him while Penny went to the church to study more about the witches which Lady Isabelle had not written down.
With the lantern in her hand, she stepped into the secret room of the church. Bringing the light towards the number of potions that were placed in here which was a lot more than what was there in Delcrov’s mansion of Valeria.Placing the lantern on the table, her hand reached out for one of the potions that was blue in color. Bringing it to her nose, she smelled it, Taking a large whiff from it to put it back on the rack.
Now that she had gone through the type of potions on how each of them smelt, Penny was no more a white witch who didn’t know what each of these unnamed potions was.
The potion she had picked was a poison. Poison for the white witch, making her wonder why it was stored since the beginning of the time. Why would anyone keep poison ready to be served for a white witch? She knew the smell because she had read it in the book but she hadn’t expected it to be in here, in the church. Before reading the cookbooks, these potions were colorful liquid but now each of them had their own significance.
Of course, no one knew what it was but what if they did?
Her heart started to beat when she touched the base of the conical flask, changing the liquid from blue to colorless liquid. At the same time, she heard quiet footsteps where one of the white witch, Sister Jera appeared in the room.
“Lady Penelope, I was looking for you. I made a new potion,”said the young girl to her.
