>>13147994inb4 someone steals it and posts it in the other thread. Also, tried to find a Petra as a teenager and could not find it. Anyways here's a story of you being her new father figure to a noble Petra.
>Weeks turn into months, and though Petra can never quite beat you, she becomes an amazing fighter>You suspect she's practicing and studying combat in her room, in addition to her cosmogony, theology, mathematics and writing>She uses her size as an advantage, slipping under your reach, using your armor as footholds to climb up and reach your neck and gain leverage>She talks about how her parents are still coming and going, how her dad was back for a month, but left right after that>You wonder how she can be so cheerful when she seems so isolated, even to the point where her parents leave the actual parenting to cold, professional servants and a handful of priestesses who seem to genuinely care, but are never around enough>Then, one evening, as you're holding her upside down by the legs, you realize>Oh no>You've become a surrogate father figure>You're the person she relies on to escape the boredom and loneliness of her day-to-day life>So you can't refuse her when she invites you into her room, rather that standing out in the hallway for hours>Stacks of books and parchment cover nearly every surface in the room>But only about half of them are related to her studies>Every other book seems to be some kind of fiction>Fairytales, fantasies, adventure stories>Trying not to dwell too much on it, you get comfortable with her, "sparring" (an activity which consists mostly of bopping her when she leaves an opening, while she strikes harmlessly with her soft little hands) until exhaustion sets in>As always, she thanks you for spending time with her, but hesitates to say something as you turn to leave>But she comes out and says it anyway>Asking if you could stay with her until she falls asleep>After all, you are her guard>So you end up tucking her into bed, and sitting at her bedside>Until she asks you if you could get under the covers with her>Just until she falls asleep, of course>You really shouldn't>You really, really shouldn't>It's not like anyone ever passes by her room, but if you were caught, you'd probably get exiled or executed or something>But when you look over at her, pleading eyes peeking out over the sheets, eyes perked with life and long hair splayed out over the pillow...>You decide that just a few minutes won't hurt>Just until she falls asleep>So, armor discarded, you slip under the covers with her, unprepared for the moment when she shuffles up and hugs you, pressing her face into your chest>Almost completely witless, you awkwardly put your own arm around her, surprised at just how small she feels>Wrestling Petra in the hall is one thing, but when you're both close under the covers in a private room, you get a completely different, unfiltered understanding of the size difference between you two>Seeing that she's completely comfortable with the situation, you start stroking her back, just glad of the fact that you can make her happy>But also slightly scared shitless that someone might spot the empty guard post outside her room, and discover you>Within minutes, though, she's asleep with a smile on her face>Her tail wags as you slowly exit the covers and sneak back out the room, but otherwise, she doesn't stir for the rest of the night. 