MAIDEN- Natasha Romanoff

🏹CHAPTER 3🏹

Hey everyone!
How are you? I hope everything is going ok.
So I know lots of you won’t like it, but I had to do it. I changed the name of (Y/N) to Bess, I’m really sorry but writing (Y/N) everytime is a mess from the phone. Now, nothing will change. The main character is still you, only that now you have a different name. Don’t hate me please I hate myself enough! 🙏🏼
Enjoy the chaptre guys, byeee 👋🏼
Love you all and please be safe
Dasy 🥰

CHAPTER 3

The next few days went perfectly for the couple. During the day Natasha takes care of her duties in order not to raise any suspects. While during the nights, behind closed doors is princess Bess that takes care of her precious maiden brushing her hair and lulling her to sleep holding her in her arms. 
No one in the whole palace suspects nothing more than a professional relationship is going on between the two of them. And they are cautious or better they try to be most of the time.  But sometimes it happens that they would share some gesture of affection outside of their safe place, but luckily non one noticed or at least no one gave any importance to such a small gesture. 
So the maiden and the princess are in love with each other more than ever. Indeed, they are so engrossed in their love that they can barely manage to be without each other. And as soon as they gathered together in the silence of Bess’s luxurious room with walls covered in precious tapestry, they could barely contain themselves from combining their bodies in that sinful act which was only granted after joining in the sacred bond of marriage.
Their life was going well and it was filled with love and sweetness, at least until the afternoon of May 5th, Natasha's birthday. Due to her past she doesn't cherish this day, but princess Bess made sure that her lovely maiden started this day in a special way. That's why she wakes up early in order to prepare a bath with rose's petals and scented oil. As predicted by Bess, this birthday gift is really appreciated by Natasha, especially the part when the princess joined her in the bathtub and they laid together, one on top of the other until the water grew cold. 
If the morning started amazingly, we can't say that the rest of the day was the same. In fact she has to go back to her daily duty, doing chores for her princess and running from one side of the castle to the other as if a ferocious beast is chasing her. 
Then, after a fancy lunch offered from Bess in the most luxurious dining room of the palace, the terrible news reached Natasha. Her family is there to meet her, after all this time they've been a part they choose today to come and visit her.
Natasha is furious and in pure panic at the same time, she doesn't know what to think or how to act and that's why she makes her way upstairs in the room she shares with her lady, storming inside with a red face and a huge desire to cry. 
Bess, sitting at her dressing table in gold and marble brushing her hair, turns towards the door looking worried at her girlfriend, “Baby? Love is everything ok?” She questions, but she doesn’t get any answer if not a sigh that Natasha let out while sitting on the canopy bed with red and gold silk sheets. 
Princess Bess stands up from the dresser and sits next to the maiden, placing a hand on her back trying to give her some comfort. “Bubs, if you don’t tell me what’s wrong I can’t help you.” Bess murmurs with concern and pain in her voice. Seeing her precious girl in this state hurt her more than any act of violence.
“My parents are downstairs and they want to see me.” Natasha let out between the sobs and the shaky breaths after some quiet time. Now this answer is enough for Bess to understand the situation. The two of them have talked about their families on some occasions and she remembers pretty well what Natasha’s parents did to her. So she understands why her girlfriend is so blue on a special day like this. 
“You don't have to meet them.” the princess tries to reassure the redhead “I can send someone down to tell your family that you’re too busy for visits.”
Even if Nat appreciates the effort and Bess’s offer she shakes her head no. It doesn’t feel right to ditch them like that, she has to show them that she’s stronger and doesn’t care about what happened. “I have to meet them. They have to know Bess.” Natasha explains “I have to show them that I don’t care, that I moved on.” By the time she’s done rambling her eyes are staring into Bess one getting calmer and calmer. “I get what you mean my love, but you don’t have to do it on your own. I’m here with you.”
Natasha’s heart melt hearing these words, no one before has ever stuck to her side and hearing a princess -her princess- saying so it makes her feel like the most powerful and lucky woman in the world. “Does that mean that you’ll come with me?” she asks in shock, and when Bess nods while smiling she throws her arms around her lady’s neck, thank you and words of gratitudes spilling from her mouth. 
After this cute moment where they share reassuring words and lovely kisses, they find themselves making their way down the majestic staircase leading to the main reception room of the castle. 

“My baby!” a quiet tall woman with dark brown hair styled in a tight crown braid dressed in not so humble clothes cheers as Natasha enters the room. “Melina.” she replies coldly while scanning the room, noticing that her siblings are there as well. Nat takes a seat in one of the upholstered armchairs by the fire snorting “What are you doing here?” she spits with venom dripping from her tone while throwing a little glance to the solid wood door knowing that Bess is waiting for her outside ready to comfort her if needed. 
“Lose that attitude Natasha. We are here to bring you home.” her father -Alexiei- scolds her in a harsh tone before her sister Yelena intrudes on the conversation by squealing “Yep! We aren’t poor anymore so you can come back.” “Unfortunately.” Pietro adds in a whisper. 
Natasha is shocked, after all this time where they never tried to contact her they come here and pretend that she’ll follow them without a second thought? ‘They’re crazy’ Natasha says to herself ‘Money must have got to their heads.’ 
Shifting in the armchair trying to assume an intimidating position she says “I’m not coming.”. Her mother and siblings look at her confused while Alexiei's face makes a furious look “You didn’t understand me young lady. You don’t have a choice in this, we are bringing you home whether you like it or not!” he yells slamming his fist on the table making it tremble.
Nat has to gather all her courage before arguing back “ I’m not yours anymore, if you want me back you have to ask the princess herself.” “Then call her. I have no time to waste.” he orders his daughter. 
Natasha doesn’t have the time to stand up that Bess is making her way inside the room in an authoritarian way, rustling her large cream-colored dress. “I’m sorry to inform you that your daughter will not leave this castle or my side anytime soon. She’s mine now and I don’t give away my property so easily.” the princess explained in a calm, but stern tone “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before selling something so precious, Sir Romanoff.” she then adds with a smirk. 
Nat lets out a sigh of relief when she sees Melina dragging Alexiei out the room before he can do anything stupid and the two teens follow the parents leaving the couple alone. No words are spoken between the two girls. Natasha is so shoken up and disgusted by her father claiming her as his, that she almost doesn’t realize that her body is all hot and there's been a weird sensation in her stomach since when Bess called her her property. 
The princess is the first one to make a move, she walks up to Nat and straddles her lap while grabbing the maiden face between her soft hands. Their lips crush together after they share a meaningful look.
The kiss gets more passionate by the minute, the two girls' tongues are exploring each other's mouth finding the comfort and the security they both need. Little do they know that Natasha’s younger siblings, being nosy teens, are spying on them from the crack of the half-open door.