Sweet Devotion (Lady Dimitrescu X fem reader!)

(Chapter 33) Unopened Wounds.

The shaking feeling became unbearable, flashbacks of your past just flooding your mind in an uncontrollable flood. 

Back when you were a simple working maiden, the only thing you could remember was that you ran away from home to the village and met Mother Miranda; that was it!

Over the years, the craving for knowledge about your past dulled; you were set in your new life making new memories with your beloved. But now, after Miranda's death, you believed that her work on you was coming undone, reviling your past in small unpleasant bursts. 

It was really confusing to witness all the faces and voices, none that were your own; you didn't understand how all of these images were from things you had experienced in your youth. 

In a way, you were grateful to Miranda for taking them away. But, on the other hand, you chose to allow the flashbacks to come and go; you knew that the past could not hurt you anymore and that your mistress was all you needed. 

Staring blankly into the distance, looking over the gardens and vineyards, the sight of the scarecrows made you smile, not for the dead body but the work that your daughters put into skinning the discussing men into something useful. 

Taking the glass of your beloveds vanity, pouring yourself a drink before looking over to where your wife lay. 

She looked so peaceful, no longer lifeless and with a tint of colour in her cheeks, and she slept; you always checked on her by the hour to make sure that she was ok, never waking her but just making sure that everything was going well. 

The fear of losing your beloved was so painful; you still blamed yourself for what happened to her even tho you could not have prevented it.

Taking a sip of your drink, feeling the liquor flow down your throat was nice; refreshing, 

"you only drink alone when you are stressed" you were so captivated with your own thoughts that your beloved waking had slipped past you, nearly dropping the glass, you awaken from your trance. 

"Oh i-" you muster out a few words before excepting defeat with the eyes of your beloved, putting the glass down before walking over to your mistresses bedside, sitting on her side of the bed. 

"what's wrong, my darling" the concern in her voice was painful, looking at her with shame before taking a deep breath, laying next to other as you began to explain, 

"Well, I think the fact I killed mother Miranda has undone some memory she would have got rid of"

Your beloved didn't talk just listened with interest and worry, 

"and I have been getting flashbacks of things from my past, horrible things that I went through as a child, but it all jumbled and confusing, I'm sorry" it felt like such a relief to get it off your chest, no longer feeling alone in what you were going through. 

"Oh my angel, I wish you had told me earlier, you have no need to apologise" her smile just melted your heart; she pulled you in, wrapping her arms around you and kissed you on your forehead, 

"thank you, my lady" even tho the memories were scary, you knew the truth, and your beloved would always protect you. 

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"Sweet mouse, I have to take this phone call so that I will be busy; if you need anything, I'm in my office," your beloved says before the door to her study closed. 

You only smiled as you knew how much your mistress loved her work, the wine she made was very successful, but it also took a lot of your beloved time.