Becoming Part of the Family [Female Reader x Lady Dimitrescu]

XIX. Nightly Reports

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You let out a deep breath as you finished folding Cassandra's last load of laundry. This was the last chore you had to do for the night.

Which means...

You bit your lip nervously, wondering why Lady Dimitrescu asked you to go to her private chambers before she went to sleep.

As you went down the halls, heading to Cassandra's room to put her clothes away, you thought of all the possible reasons that would cause Lady Dimitrescu to ask for a private conversation with you.

Were you slipping? Not getting enough chores done?

But you were the three daughters' personal maid...

They basically had a say in how much chores you had to do and to be honest, it was never a lot. They never gave you the normal workload as the other maids. It bothered you in the beginning but with less chores to do, you got to spend more time with the three daughters and Lady Dimitrescu herself.

You eventually found yourself in front of Cassandra's bedroom door and went inside, not bothering to knock because the whole family was still downstairs eating their dinner.

Putting her clothes away in the proper place, you take notice that the painting you made for her was hung up on her wall. You tilted your head and smiled at the sight. A small chuckle left your mouth as a familiar warmth spread throughout your body.

You grabbed the (now) empty laundry basket and left her room, shutting the door softly behind you.

"Hey!" You jumped, startled as a voice came from behind you. It got noticeably softer when they noticed your reaction, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

You let out a sigh of relief and turned around to see Ingrid with a guilty look on her face, you sent her a little smile, "Don't worry about it. I haven't seen you in awhile."

You were happy to know she was still alive. The last time you saw her was on Mother's Day and that was months ago.

"This castle is huge. I'm usually working in the other wing," Ingrid hummed with a smile on her face, "I'm on break and since you weren't on kitchen duty, I thought I'd go look for you so we can hang out."

"Sure, I don't see why not," You grinned and gestured to the laundry basket, "Need to put this away first."

. . .

"No way! Really?" Ingrid gasped out, trying to hold back a laugh as the two of you were lounging in the library.

"Okay, first of all, it is not that funny," You playfully rolled your eyes.

Ingrid couldn't hold herself back anymore and bursted out laughing, "You ran into a glass door playing tag and passed out? How is that not funny?"

You chuckled, "Okay, maybe it's a little funny."

Ingrid's laughs turned into light giggles, "You were okay after, right?"

"Yeah, I woke up confused with no memory of how I passed out. Everyone was so concerned for me but I was fine," You hummed before frowning.

Ingrid tilted her head at you, "You alright?"

"I just feel like I'm forgetting something," You racked your brain for anything you were supposed to do.

Suddenly your eyes widened and looked at the grandfather clock near the fireplace.

8:00.

"I gotta go!" You leapt from the chair you were sitting in and ran out of the room, "Sorry! Talk to you later!"

You rushed down the halls and eventually stopped when you were in front of Lady Dimitrescu's bedroom. You took a few seconds to catch your breath before you tentatively knocked on the door three times.

"Come in."

You straightened your posture as you heard the commanding voice from the other side of the door. Opening the door, you entered and softly closed it behind you.

You bowed your head, "Forgive me for losing track of time, my lady."

"It's quite alright, dear," She mused and watched as you stood up straight, sending you a little smile.

You noticed she was already dressed in her night gown and kept your eyes trained on her face, not even daring to peer down lower. She was sitting down in her bed, her blanket covering her form up to the mid section of her stomach.

"You must be wondering why I wanted you to be in here," She observed you cooly, "Especially during this time of night."

You nodded your head, "Yes, I am most curious."

"Tell me, why do you think I called you here?" She cocked her eyebrow at you.

To talk about our lord and savior, Mother Miranda?

You pushed the thought out of your mind and cleared your throat, "To be completely honest, I believe that I'm here because I'm not doing enough chores. I'll make sure to get more done, my lady."

"Hm," She hummed and frowned at you, "My dear, you do more than you know."

You tilted your head in confusion.

What does she mean by that?

You really weren't doing as many chores as you wanted. You should know, you like to keep busy.

"That being said," Lady Dimitrescu continued talking, "I would like you to come report to me every night at eight sharp. Either to tell me what you did for the day or something that you think should be brought to my attention."

You blinked, "hUh?"

Lady Dimitrescu stared at you blankly.

"I mean of course! Yes! I will...I will come report to you every night at eight sharp," You chuckled nervously while throwing a thumbs up in her direction.

Why am I acting so weird?!

You immediately dropped your thumb, blushing brightly and mentally facepalming. She stared at you in amusement and chuckled.

"It's nice to know that I still fluster you," She teased lightly, a smirk on her face.

Deciding to be blunt and honest, you replied, "I don't think you'll ever stop flustering me, my lady."

"Oh?" The smirk on her face was downright predatory, "Tell me, Y/n, what about me flusters you the most?"

She basically purred out your name.

Suppressing a shiver, you rubbed your neck and looked off to the side.

Clearing your dry throat, you licked your lips and locked eyes with her once again, "Well, I'm not sure this will come off as surprise to you but I'm more flustered by how you carry yourself. You're powerful and confident and you show it. It's very attractive."

"You sure know how to flatter a lady," She mused as she smirked knowingly at you, "I can hear your heart racing, darling. Why don't you tell me more about how I fluster you?"

This woman is going to be the death of me.

You gulped and readied yourself to give out another reply.

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I wonder what the next chapter will bring...Smut, fluff, comedy. Oh, all the options I can use.