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of his home.  In fact, there was nothing decorative in the house at all, nothing that made it his home.  In fact, it made Remy miss her father’s pieces of art that hung down every hallway, some paintings even hung in particular rooms.  They were not by famous artists and did not cost much, but her father valued them, and that seemed to be worth something to him.  Her mother had decorated each room to her liking, picking out specific rugs and wallpaper that matched nicely.  Each room had its own theme, and her father even managed to pick a painting that went with his wife’s chosen theme.  Their home was eccentric and bright, to say the least, but it always felt like home to Remy.
     
    This probably did not feel like home even to James.
     
    “Yes?” Pam asked, turning her head so she could lock eyes with Remy. 
     
    She was always polite, even when she was slightly annoyed and perhaps a tad frustrated.  Remy had to hand it to the girl – if she had had that patience when she had been Pam’s age, she would have been the perfect child.  Instead, she had demanded her way and refused to give in.  She prided herself on being strong and holding her ground, but she realized now that she was being rude and closed-minded.  She clenched her jaw and her heart hurt at the thought of her parents.  She missed them and wished she could apologize for the liberties she had taken with them without so much as an appreciative word.
     
    “I…”  Remy’s eyes were drawn back to her reflection, and she made a face at herself.  “Is this what I look like?”
     
    Remy’s brown hair stuck up in every which way, and her eyes had dark rings underneath them.  She had not worn powder or rogue in a while, and her hair desperately needed a thorough washing, as did her body.  She purposefully ignored smelling herself, afraid of what the odor might be, and instead, tried to mask it with the sweet smelling creams and lotions James provided.
     
    “Pam, if I may, I need a bath,” she said.
     
    “I thought you wanted to speak to James,” Pam pointed out.  Her voice was a little stronger the more she spoke to Remy, and Remy hoped that meant she was getting more comfortable with her.
     
    “Yes, well,” Remy said, glancing at Pam from the corner of her eye.  “I changed my mind.  Aren’t I entitled to change my mind?  And certainly you can’t expect me to speak to him looking like this?  That would be akin to disrespect, Pam!”
     
    Pam pressed her lips together, and Remy couldn’t be sure, but it appeared as though she was trying to contain a smile.  Well, that was a start with her handmaiden.  After that lecture, Remy wanted to make amends in some way, even if she didn’t exactly mean to.
     
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    The hot water licked her skin the same way a dog lapped up water on a hot day.  Remy let out another moan of pleasure as she scrubbed the grime that had collected on her body off with the rag Pam had provided.  Pam offered to bathe her, but Remy insisted on solitude.  She needed peace and quiet in order to help her think.  She had never been much of a planner.  Instead, she made things up as she went along, adapting to whatever situation was thrown at her.  Sometimes, it worked; other times, it did not. 
     
    Now, however, the situation called for more strategic planning.  If she was to learn anything, if she was to gain any sort of traction, it was necessary to consider all angles of possibilities.  Also, she needed a sound strategy.
     
    In a way, Remy was glad for the time she was able to spend alone on James’s ship and read.  She learned more about him than anybody would have guessed.  Given the fact that she knew he was a Viking and could speak the language, Remy could research Vikings in the makeshift library.  It was tedious reading at best, but she had learned a lot, and one thing she knew would work in her favor was the fact that Vikings were red-blooded males.  The liked all things feminine