Young Master Damien's Pet

The woman was quick as she came out with two boxes in her hand, "These came together with the marooned shoes you were looking at, Mr. Quinn," she said, opening the box without waiting for her assistant and getting down in front of Penny which Penny herself found to be odd.

Two weeks and people and treated her like a slave without giving her an ounce of respect as an individual person whose freedom didn't exist. In such time, this lady who was looking after the store sat down in front of her without any consideration of her status right now which touched Penny's heart. It was often told that when a person was in the worst state, a helping hand was like a light at the end of the tunnel which not only showed hope but also that there was still a little humanity left even if the creatures were not human.

"These are crafted by one of the niche cobblers who works in Wovile. He is told to have the hands of God when it comes to making shoes," said Gwenyth before picking a pair of inky blue shoes that were similar to the night sky of midnight. From far one could take it's color to be blank but it was just that it was deep blue in color.

Taking Penelope's feet, she let her feet slide into the shoe which seemed delicate with the straps that wrapped at the top of her feet. In Penny's eyes, they were beautiful but at the same time, something bothered her. It was the heel of the shoe that was pointy and thin. Gwenyth slipped the other her leg into the shoe, saying, "They are called sandals, Penelope. I think they look wonderful on you. What do you think, Mr. Quinn?"

"Can you walk?" the question was directed to Penny.

Penny had the exact same question. Could she walk in these? All this time she had worn flat boots that had no straps or heels on them. While she was looking at her feet on how the shoes looked on her feet she felt something move in the side of her vision. Catching sight of a hand that was waiting for her to catch.

"Time to walk in it," said Damien making Penny give him a queasy smile which fell immediately as it was put up to only display politeness in front of the people in the store.

Placing her hand gingerly in his, she got up from her seat, wobbling slightly before her stance turned sturdy. Okay, thought Penny to herself. This wasn't as difficult as she thought it was to be.

Taking a deep breath she took one step forward to smile. See easy, she said it to herself. Taking another step forward she heard the words of encouragement come from the lady in the room, "For someone who isn't used to walking in these shoes, you are doing excellent," Penny chest puffed in pride for herself. Who knew she could manage it in her first try without breaking the edges or falling down.

And to prick the prideful balloon, Damien commented from behind, "What are you a duck to walk so slow? You can walk this slow once you hit ninety. Right now you're a young woman."

Gwenyth only smiled looking at the look of embarrassment that covered on the girl's cheek. Damien stared at her back and the posture, her stance slightly crooked which made her look worse than an actual duck.

"You can pack them along with the maroon shoes there," ordered Damien before stating, "These will look lovely on Lady Sentencia. Pack the lowest pair of shoes so that Penny can use them. Heels please," though Gwenyth gave a look of surprise which was covered in the next second, Penny didn't look least surprised. She knew this bullying master of hers would not hold back and wouldn't lose an opportunity to make her feel bad but she didn't feel bad.

She was already getting used to him and was trying to ignore a lot of things when it came to him.

Once they had packed the shoes, Penny had bowed her head in greetings of thanks. Though she didn't get the shoes she was expecting which were flat ones which would not only help her walk but also run when the time came, Penny was grateful for the service the lady provided her with her assistance even though she was nothing but a measly slave.

While Penny was sent outside to wait for Damien as he had to speak to Gwenyth, the vampiress said, "The store has been doing well, Mr. Quinn. We had the shoes sent back which were inspected by you last week."

"That's good to know. I heard there's a cobbler in Valeria. He is as good as the one who had crafted the shoe which you have packed for me today."

"I will have someone contact the man."

Damien shook his head, "That won't be necessary. I have asked my cousin to send him over. Having the goods move back and forth is quite a hassle. I would rather like him to work here with the needed specifications of the customers."

"Is there anything that I need to look at?" inquired Gwenyth.

"No, that will be all. You have been looking after the shop well," the man gave the praise which he didn't give very often. His words stingy just like the money he bargained.

"Thank you for giving me the responsibility of looking after the store. I will make sure your store turns out to be the best in the Isle Valley," the woman bowed her head and so did the assistant behind her.

"I expect nothing less. I shall take my leave," he stated ready to leave when he saw the assistant's expression like she had something to say, "What is it?"

The assistant bowed her head as she said,? "Umm, while I washing her feet I found a wound."

"Don't concern yourself with that," his words were sharp on her ears. It wasn't because he was angry or trying to be rude but because he didn't like when others tried took interest in what was his. It didn't matter which gender it was.

Gwenyth turning around waved her hand so the assistant to step out of the room and give them the space they needed, "Is she alright?"

"Hm," Damien answered her with a crisp voice, "Her feet had an infection."

"Infection?" asked the lady. She had heard of how easy it was for the humans to catch illness who fell sick quickly before passing away. Such was the fragility of humans. Noticing that Mr. Quinn had brought a girl apart from his elder sister to shop here, she wondered if the slave girl was someone special as she had never seen the man with any other slave before.

"She's fine now. If you're so worried about her, bring her flowers just in case something does happen," Gwenyth returned a stiffened smile at Mr. Quinn's dark humor.

"Would you want me to send you a pair of flat boots?"

"Yes, please," what Damien didn't know was that Penny was sketching her way out for the future by having flat shoes so that she could run quicker than fall flat within ten steps outside the mansion. With the store being his own which he had founded out of his money, it was a secret which not many were aware of.

When both Penny and Damien reached the mansion, in the room, the man had finished placing the boxes. Turning to find Penny who sat on the edge of the bed with her shoulders slumped down.

"Take these," Penny who was sitting idle heard Damien's voice looking up where he stretched his hand towards her with two boxes. Without any questions, she took it from his hand. Opening to see one of them to have a heel while the other one was a pair of flat boots. Was this why he had stayed back? "Don't wear them until I tell you to," on his words, she looked up at him wondering why she was not allowed to wear them right away.

He let out a yawn, walking around the bed and flopping right on the bed without bothering to remove his shoes. He declared, "I am going to take a nap."

What was she going to do in the meantime?

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