on the other side of a large boulder to give her privacy.
However, she’d have to be nude when I flogged her, so she needed to get accustomed to it before the winter solstice.
I didn’t want to push her, but necessity was driving us so I made plans for the following day. I’d start with lessons in how to keep from giving your enemy the upper hand, how to keep from giving them information to hurt you.
I was up hours after Sophia went to sleep, my mind full of the things she needed to learn before she faced off against her father, so I was a bit surprised when she woke me the next morning as she got out of bed. I looked at the clock and realized I’d slept until nearly seven, which pretty much never happened.
Perhaps the stress was getting to me.
I went to the kitchen as she went into the bathroom. I started the coffee and began preparing the dehydrated eggs and sausage while I waited for the water to boil for the oatmeal. By the time she was dressed and had brushed her teeth and hair, I had breakfast almost ready.
“We’ll need to arrange for more clothes for both of us soon, and possibly some makeup and hair products for you,” I told her as she joined me. “We’ll find some things online you like, things Brain should be able to find in nearby shops, so you can tell him exactly what to get.”
“My makeup is pretty specialized, I wouldn’t put it past my father to have some kind of watch out, so he’s alerted when anyone buys my signature colors.”
“Good thinking, Soph. I’m impressed. There are a few ways around that, but the easiest might be to have them buy a similar color in a different brand. The next option is for them to steal it instead of buying it.”
“We could just get them to buy one of each foundation of the lightest shades of another brand, I suppose. I can show them the basic color eye-shadow and blush I need, and explain how to choose the right eyeliner. Do you think the wolves will have patience for it? I don’t think makeup is quite their thing.”
“They’ll understand you need to pull off a certain look. They may give you a hard time, but they’ll do it.”
“I’m not used to people giving me a hard time. I’ve come to like it when you do, but I have a feeling it’ll take me a while to get used to it from others.”
I nodded. “Which is why they’ll begin spending time down here with us, soon.”
We carried the food to the table, and Sophia fixed her coffee. As we sat, I started the morning’s lesson.
“Tell me why it would be bad for your enemy to learn you become enraged if someone calls you chicken.”
“Because he’d know how to push your buttons, how to get you off your game.”
I nodded. “And if they discovered you were ultra-shy?”
“They’d find a way to use it against me.”
“One of your biggest weaknesses right now is your shyness and your naiveté. As much as I’d like to keep you sheltered and protected, I’m going to have to push you in those areas, get you over it. Do you understand?”
I watched her consider my words a moment as she chewed. Finally she said, “I’d like a bath this evening before bed. Perhaps we can take one together?”
I could smell her trepidation, her anxiety, but she gave none of it away in her eyes or face. We’d work on concealing pheromones later, but for now I praised her. “I’m so proud of you, Princess. Yes, I think a bath together this evening would be wonderful.”
What she didn’t know was that I intended to get her used to me a little more before we were completely naked around each other. We didn’t have time for baby steps, but we had enough time to ease into it a little, thankfully.
When our morning lessons finished I suggested, “Let’s go to your room and lie down a while, instead of going for a walk.”
She held my gaze, analyzing my expression as she considered my words. Finally, she said, “I’m not going to ask a zillion questions. You’re teaching me and I trust you,
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