So now I'm splitting my diary into two sections: ‘Life' and ‘Making Harriet my proprius'. The reason I'm doing this is for future reference. Should I ever need the notes I'm making, I will have no trouble finding them. I shall also note the effect I observe on Harriet each time I do something new to her.
Oh, I did always love scientific method.
Harriet was annoyed when I went to her house today. She complained that she'd hardly got any sleep and that her hair had looked awful in the mirror when she'd looked this morning.
"Not to mention my eyes were horribly puffy!" she added.
"But darling," I said, "how can you look awful when you're always a vision of beauty?"
"I wasn't this morning," she muttered, averting her eyes from my gentle, loving gaze.
I tilted her chin up. "I can't imagine that," I told her, looking directly into those brown irises which had always enchanted me. "Even when fatigued, you have a charm about your features which no one could ignore. In fact, they take on a delicacy quite attractive to the protective male."
Her face softened. "You really mean that?" she asked.
"Of course I do." I leant in and tenderly kissed her.
When we broke away, she was smiling.
"I forgive you," she murmured, before leading me up the Golden Staircase to her bedchamber.
Making Harriet my proprius
1. Encouraging her trust in me
"Harriet, do you trust me?" I asked.
She glanced up and looked at me as if she thought I was odd.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, do you trust me in all senses of the word? For example, do you trust that when I said I went out with a friend last night, it wasn't with another girl? Do you believe me when I say I'll never hurt you?"
Harriet looked confused. "Of course I do." Her expression became serious. "But I also trust you to tell the truth, so if you were with another girl..."
"Of course I wasn't - I couldn't do that to you."
"Then why do you ask?" She looked confused again.
I shrugged. "I guess your trust is one of the most important things for me."
Harriet smiled and reached up to stroke my face.
"Well, don't worry about it. I trust you - almost with my life."
"Thank you, darling. Hey, I always wanted to do that falling backwards exercise with you. Can we do that?"
Her brow furrowed slightly but her response was "Sure, darling."
i) Falling backwards exercise
We stood up and moved to a large space on the floor. Harriet stood in front of me with her back towards me and took a deep breath before falling backwards without bending her knees. I caught her easily.
"Wow, I like this," she murmured as she lay in my arms looking up at me.
I smiled back and kissed the top of her head.
"Your bed's more comfortable, I think," I told her.
She stood up and we returned to her bed. We sat cross-legged, facing each other. I held her hands in my own and gazed into her eyes.
Harriet was wonderfully relaxed and serene after the trust exercise. Content too. Her face seemed softer and there was a greater vulnerability revealed by how open and unguarded her expression was than which I usually see on the occasions we spend together.
She reminded me slightly of a child. She was definitely more suggestible, though I had no intention of exploiting that.
ii) The Intent Gaze
Next, I gazed quite deeply into her eyes. Harriet knew this was a method of entrancement. She gazed back wordlessly.
An almost imperceptible quickening in the rise and fall of her chest at her initial realisation that I could hypnotise her. She looked slightly frightened.
Naturally, her pupils dilated and she blinked less frequently.
After a few seconds, she relaxed. I had not increased the intensity of my gaze so she was evidently more comfortable of her own accord.
The fear disappeared from her face and she calmly returned my gaze.
From her eyes, she looked a little lost but there was also calmness there.
iii) Testing Trust Further
I finally broke the silence by asking "If I could see into your soul, would you allow me to look upon it?"
She looked a little scared again.
I wanted to comfort her but that had to wait until afterwards. The important thing at the moment was deepening Harriet's trust in me.
Quietly, she replied "Yes."
She continued to frown after her answer. There was the tiniest hint of a wall in her eyes.
I leant in to kiss her and upon drawing back whispered "You know you have nothing to fear from me."
"I know," she said. "But I don't give things like permission to access the deepest part of me easily."
The back of my fingers brushed her cheek.
She sighed and looked away. She was quiet for a long time.
END OF STEP 1
I pulled Harriet into an embrace. She nuzzled into my shoulder.
"I love you, Arthur," she murmured. "And you must realise I've given you so much."
"I know," I said gently. "You're truly inspiring."
"I wish I could give you everything. I always feel I'm close when I lose myself in your eyes and my mind goes blank. But I never seem to let go."
I smiled though she couldn't see it. "It's fine, Harriet."
She pulled away."I do love you."
"I know, darling. I know."
The rest of that evening was spent lying on her bed, with her body against mine and my arms around her. We stared up at the ceiling as I inhaled the sweet scent of some calming herb that must be infused into the hair products that she used.
I was happy about today. Harriet was doing incredibly well.
How mysterious Arthur was being today! But I got the sense that whatever we were doing was extremely important to him so I hadn't said anything that might have upset him.
D'you know what the strange thing is?
Despite the fact the activities were weird and apparently random, I enjoyed them.
In fact, it was almost like the typical sort of evening we'd spend together. Like I said, strange.