A Big Change

Negana collected her weapons from the floor and left the bodies where they had fallen. Whilst walking on through the trees she tucked her five arrows into her boot and slung the bow over her shoulder. She did not bump into any other groups, although to be honest, she was ready for anybody who might be foolish enough to attack her.

She knew she should be feeling ashamed and embarrassed, walking through the woods wearing only a pair of boots, but for some reason she just didn’t. Even an hour ago she would have been flitting from tree to tree, hiding from unseen eyes, trying to cover herself with her hands. Now, somehow, she felt oddly proud of herself for surviving her trials, and suddenly, if somebody wanted to stare at her, to laugh and point, well, that was their problem. She would cut them down where they stood.

She thought about watching Gerwald in the tournament earlier, thought about his beautiful body and how much she wanted to see him stripped naked. He would have had no reason for shame, but for her watching, she would have been embarrassed, turned red, laughed nervously and averted her eyes. This would not have been his issue, but hers.

So now, she felt confident, powerful. Her body was good; she was tall, curvy, beautiful. She had round hips and long legs. She had a firm, round bottom and large, pert tits. She had no need to feel ashamed of her body. If others felt embarrassed, fuck them.

She held her head high and strode proudly toward her camp. Standing in the treeline, she paused to look at her troops sitting around their tents eating and drinking and talking. The Command Tent was on the opposite side of the clearing: she would either have to walk right through the camp or sneak around the edge.

Suddenly she had a doubt. Was she ready for this? It was one thing, walking naked, alone, through the woods – quite another to walk through a field full of people. She could feel her heart beating fast and hard in her chest. Could she actually do this?