You don't make it and get drenched

You become accustomed to your new way of travelling pretty soon, clinging to Broderick's back and even laying your head on it after the monotone rhytm of the journey wears you down. Without meaning to, you fall asleep. Only to be awakened by a massive crack of thunder. As you wake up with a jolt, Broderick catches your arm and holds you tightly so you don't fall off the horse.

"We seem to be in shortage of luck, miss Mia." he says. Mia is quite the pretty name, goes through your head for a moment. He releases your arm. For someone who spanked your butt red not long ago, he can actually be a gentleman, is your second thought before the sky lights up and few seconds after comes another extremely loud roar.

"Is there nowhere to set up a camp in here, Sir Broderick?" you yell through another thunder. Keeping the girlish voice is now something you don't even have to think about - for some weird reason it's tied to being close to the Captain as well.

"There's a perfect place that should keep us mostly dry, but we'll have to go as fast as we can. Hold on, milady!" he yells back as he kicks the horse and you start almost flying through the air, pressed against Broderick, embracing him tightly to not fall off.

Even at that speed you can't outrun the weather. Soon the rain starts pouring and at times you feel as if you're moving through the bottom of the sea. Needles to say, when you arrive to the camp site - a nice larger flatland surrounded by trees and with an overhanging cliff providing a shield from the rain - you are absolutely soaked through, as is everyone else.

Your bodyguards start putting the tents up and Broderick is instructing them on what to do. Few others bring back firewood and start several campfires going. Mostly everyone is topless by now, their clothes hanged out to dry all over the camp. You feel somehow ignored and are not sure what to do, Broderick now nowhere in sight and the worst of all is the cold from the very wet dress.

You count the tents - six are up and you know that two bodyguards sleep in one, as you manage to get out of their banter. You are standing there, shivering, nobody paying attention to you.

"Miss Mia" you hear Broderick's voice behind you and turn to face him. He's without his armor and shirt as well and you can't help but stare a bit at the impressive mix of muscles and scars. Sir Broderick definitely has a warrior's body. You manage to get flushed slightly even through the cold, but it takes over soon again. "I have your tent prepared, please, go in and hand me your dress, so we can let it dry off". You gladly obey him, crawl inside your tent, slip out of the drenched dress and stick your hand with it out. He takes it from you and you can hear him pressing out the water and hanging it near the fire. At first you'd think that taking the dress off would make you feel less girly. Yet standing there in white panties and what's basically a night shirt, makes you feel even more **** and...pretty? You look over your body and realize just how feminine it is - from the ratio of the hips to your waist, your slender frame, to the smooth long legs and ending with a tight round bottom.

"I brought you food, milady" you hear Broderick's voice. You peek out, covering yourself and taking a bowl of deer stew from him. "Thank you, Captain" you say and get back into the tent. After you're finished eating, the sun is already down and you snuggle in the array of warm furs that are prepared for you, feeling nice and cozy. You are starting to fall asleep, when you hear a coughing just outside your tent.

"Sir, Broderick, are you not in your tent? You'll freeze out there." you say with a genuine care. "We have only six tents, milady, packing as little as possible. And I am very much used to sleeping outside. I'll keep your tent guarded." he says. Warrior or not, he's going to get sick like this. You bite your lower lip.