Most of my chapters will be short easier to write. Sorry for any punctuation ,or spelling mistakes
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“hmmm Ragnar?”
Asta calls out my new name, her face slightly flushed as I wake her up with a gentle squeeze to her noble bosom. I look up to see her caring face ,and tender lips. I still can not speak ,but I stare into her emerald eyes in hopes of getting my message across.
“what's wrong are you hungry should I bring your nurseMaid”
I vigorously shook my head side to side as my expression became hideous. My “Nursemaid “ was a old hag with a great name like Helga her mummy like body has nourished at least three generations of clansman ,or so she Says ,and from all the wear ,and tear I must agree.
Trying to correct her thinking I pull the cloth between my legs with great strength.
Seeing my struggle realization seemed to have hit Asta as she quickly went and grabbed a servant to clean up my shame .Sadly as you may have guessed I may have soiled myself .
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My current life consists of involuntary reactions. Followed by long periods of shame ,and self loathing . Imagine the feeling of being trapped in your own body while people do as they please with you ,simply mortifying.
After a quick wipe to my bum Asta dresses me in my small suit. Why a four month old child would need a suit is beyond me , but as the third child of the matriarch how can I not.
With my Hazel eyes ,and blond hair I must say that I'm pretty Damn cute.
Asta quickly walks the front of the luxurious compound that I currently call home.With her every step her great slopes sway caressing my little face. As a carriage pulled by a team of horses appeared before us.
“little master your really lucky the matriarch has instructed me to take you out of the stuffy house. today you will go to the clan’s market for a small breather”
Asta say’s her face beaming in excitement
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