Valdemar x Reader Fanfic

I will be your demise

Y/N POV

The meeting was scheduled for five o'clock in the afternoon according to Valdemar, though I was summoned an hour earlier. I did not want to raise suspicions on the count; despite his apparent dumbness, he was not. I knew it first hand; he could be naive and sweet until he felt someone was playing a foul game on him. I convinced Valdemar that day I was to show myself up at the indicated hour, behave as submissive and lavishly as ever so he would forget easily the fact I had been evading him for the past week and they would enter the room before anything had actually begun. It was crucial to have Lucio emotionally doped and full of desire by the time of the meeting.
I got into one of my most ravenous attires in red velvet and golden details. Was I to overthrow the count, I needed to be stunning; one does not become sovereign every day in their life.
When I arrived at the assembly room, Lucio was already waiting for me in there. He jumped off his extravagant chair walking towards me and slapped me across the face with his golden hand. I could feel the skin burning, but paid no attention; today was the last torture.
"My whore", he whispered into my ear while holding my jaw with his clawed hand.
"Yes, my count?", I asked in the most innocent and scared tone I could produce.
"You thought that evading me for an entire week was going to be priceless? What were you after, little bitch?", he squeezed my jaw, forcing a tear to leave my eye. "That is more like it... You deserve to suffer. Nights of loneliness, deprived of your unique presence in my bed. Who else would twist in agony while I insert my claw in their thigh?", he inquired, lifting my skirt and sinking his golden fingers into my skin, making me scream in pain.
"I am sorry, your Excellency. I was not feeling well, I decided to rest for a while", I bluffed, aiming to create a pitiful aura, longing for Valdemar's intromission.
"Oh, you are more than fine now, slut". He turned me around and choked me against one of the throne's hard stone, hitting my nape with it. A miracle I was still conscious. "Listen to me, harlot. I am going to let you live for two reasons: one, it was the first time; second, I still find some fun to being with you", he threatened as he released me, oxygen returning to my brain in slow motion.
"What about Valerius, do you treat him alike?", I inquired, unable to maintain my serenity in my dizziness.
"Ah, there is my Y/N. Defiant, brave, and what for? Does that save you from me? No. Has that ever saved anyone? No. Are you still going to die in a shameful way on my bed and become a subject to the quaestor in the short term? Mostly positive you will'', he chuckled. "Well, maybe not in my bed... perhaps under the Scourge's axe".
"I asked you something, Lucio".
"Of course I do not. Valerius is an equal to me. You... on the other hand... Dearest... we both know you are not a noble with a title in your bloodline. In fact, you are no one. You said it. And do you know what happens to no ones?
I stared at him.
"No one mourns them", he laughed. "So, in the end, you do not matter", he said, flinging me over a couch.
"I have friends", I replied, still lightheaded, repressing my hate.
"Oh do you? How strange for strumpet like you. And who might they be?"
"Oh, you will meet them".

In that precise moment, Valdemar sneaked into the room gracefully.
"How did you...?", he inquired. "Ah, you are the creepy one".
"Why, yes, count. Good afternoon. Ah, Y/N, what a pleasure to see you are finally cured".
"What are you doing here?" Lucio asked, blushing.
"I heard noises and got in. What are you discussing?"
"Y/N here says she has friends", Lucio replied. "She is lying".
"Mine, mine. As if I cared. Still, I guess she has my esteem".
"See, you scum? They esteem you. They do not like you".
"That is enough for me", I said, getting up slowly and walking towards my partner, who embraced me swiftly.
"I am not done with you", Lucio threatened as he left the room.
"Oh. But I am so damn done with you. I will be your demise", I subtly whispered to Valdemar, whose eyes shone with excitement.
"Dear, are you alright? Does anything hurt? Do you have the need of me inspecting those bruises on your neck?", they asked after reassuring the count had abandoned the proximities.
"I am fine, my darling", I replied snuggling into their neck. "No need to worry. After all, he will not do it again".
"I will personally make sure he does not", they said cupping my cheeks.