Galeria Hermini A Short Story
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Oh fascinating,” Her soft voice chirped as she reread the poem by Ovid numerous times, trying to find perhaps, a hidden message that she had some how missed. Why hadn’t her educator taught her about these important poems? Weren’t ones skins suppose to shin brightly? She’d have to ask her servant, or perhaps Drusus about it later if he was going to stop by. She was grateful he did threaten to flog her or smack the backside like she had heard the horror stories of doing. Just the thought sent shivers down her spine. Back to weaving soon, she supposed. Jotting down the ingredients in a slowly steady hand, some of which she knew she could produce such as egg yolk and oatmeal, she heard the sound of her name being called by one of the many of her
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When she was done, she folded the paper up and rolled it beneath her once neatly made sheets. Checking herself in the mirror, she tugged the tunic type dress. Galeria Herminia was no longer a child, but this made her feel so. She was only three more moons until reaching the age of twenty. Such a cumbersome age to be so small and yet so developed. She touched her breasts beneath the fabric. Not large, but satisfactory. Hips, not wide enough for a man’s pleasure, but as inspected, fit for bearing children. She was a child trapped in this body, at least in her father’s eyes. Did he forever wish her to stay young? Or was it her own dream? Growing up seemed like such a bore, suddenly no matter her good assets that she had been blessed with from a mother she barely …show more content…
Biting her cheek, she moved past the near highest ranking female attendant to a few of the others who began to spray Herminia with the most pleasant of smells. Herminia hoped it would linger. She knew there would be many handsome men at the gathering tonight, but she wondered if they knew who she was. Herminia was very beautiful, but she often heard older women remarking her as too lovely, too simple. Herminia did not enhance her face with cosmetics, only natural oils and ingredients before bed. She kept herself rather simple and rightfully so, at least in her
When she was done, she folded the paper up and rolled it beneath her once neatly made sheets. Checking herself in the mirror, she tugged the tunic type dress. Galeria Herminia was no longer a child, but this made her feel so. She was only three more moons until reaching the age of twenty. Such a cumbersome age to be so small and yet so developed. She touched her breasts beneath the fabric. Not large, but satisfactory. Hips, not wide enough for a man’s pleasure, but as inspected, fit for bearing children. She was a child trapped in this body, at least in her father’s eyes. Did he forever wish her to stay young? Or was it her own dream? Growing up seemed like such a bore, suddenly no matter her good assets that she had been blessed with from a mother she barely …show more content…
Biting her cheek, she moved past the near highest ranking female attendant to a few of the others who began to spray Herminia with the most pleasant of smells. Herminia hoped it would linger. She knew there would be many handsome men at the gathering tonight, but she wondered if they knew who she was. Herminia was very beautiful, but she often heard older women remarking her as too lovely, too simple. Herminia did not enhance her face with cosmetics, only natural oils and ingredients before bed. She kept herself rather simple and rightfully so, at least in her