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Ro nods. “He harmed people.”
“I heard he burnt one of his governesses to a crisp, but he was celebrated instead of punished.”
“That’s true. I knew the woman, Junie. Although she was restored immediately by a Healer, she was traumatized. After the incident, she was demoted to the kitchen staff, and Zarid’s parents threw him a party. Junie had to bake the cake he was served. Isn’t that sick?”
“And so his sociopathic training began.”
Hugging herself, Ro tugs the towel tighter around her chest. “Zarid expected the same from his son. He watched Zander every day, with his impatience and irritation growing with every uneventful hour that passed. After Zander’s third birthday, when there was still no sign of magic, Zarid started to… provoke him.” Uncomfortable with the topic, she shifts from foot to foot. “That’s when things got really bad.”
“Zarid hurt him,” I conclude. “And you. To try to get a reaction.”
“Yes.” Ro’s eyes are haunted as she relives her hell. “It’s then that I got to see who Zarid really was. How far he was willing to go to get what he wanted. The things he did to me in front of Zander… Zander and I have never talked about it, and I just hope he was too young to remember the worst of it.”
Time for a change of subject. Not just for her, but for me. She doesn’t have to go into detail about what happened. I can guess, and it fills me with a type of wrath I’ve never experienced before.
I’m not a vengeful person. I’m a Healer. I fix people.
But I want to do things to Zarid that are the opposite of who I am. I’d give anything for an hour with him and a lot of knives. I’d cut him a thousand times. Chop off toes and fingers. Watch him become weaker and weaker as he bleeds out.
Forcing a pleasant expression so Ro can’t read my torturous thoughts, I motion to the wardrobe. “So which dress will you choose?”
Reaching out, she touches a light-yellow gown. “I’ve always liked this one the best because there’s no corset, and yellow is my favorite color.”
“Just like sunshine. I knew your nickname fit you.” I wink, and she gives me a small smile.
As Ro pulls the garment from the hanger, I don’t turn around. She complained when I didn’t watch her in the shower, and far be it from me to deny her my attention.
Plus, there’s something satisfying about being able to stand back and appreciate her beauty in an ordinary situation such as changing outfits.
Keeping her chin high and maintaining eye contact with me, she lets the towel drop.
She’s bolder now. Since I had her naked, spread open, and screaming, she’s become a different version of herself.
A better version.
One that has an improved relationship with her own body.
She’s stunning, and she knows it.
My eyes ping from her cute belly button, to the way her inner thighs crowd each other, to the tuft of dark hair covering her pussy.
Holding the dress by the cap sleeves, Ro fluffs it a bit before zeroing in on the big hole to step through. She bends, bringing it down lower so she can slip it on. One dainty foot goes in. Then the other.
While she’s hunched over, her tits sway. As she straightens and wiggles to tug the gown up, the shimmying makes for a titillating show as her brownish-pink nipples bounce.
The sight of her actually makes it difficult to breathe.
My cock goes back to being fiercely erect. After coming as much as I have, I wouldn’t think it’s possible for me to get hard, but here we are.
Ro’s arms thread through the sleeves, and then for the first time, I’m seeing her in clothing that’s right for her.
She was beautiful in scraps. She was gorgeous when she was naked.
But now, she’s a queen.
The gown was obviously made for her, tailored to her measurements, and it fits her like a glove. A high empire waist emphasizes her breasts, and the scoop neck displays a healthy amount of cleavage.
Like most Day Realm dresses, the fabric is extremely thin to be more breathable because of the high temperatures, and I can see the silhouette of her shapely legs through the semi-transparent layers.
