Fair Maiden - Alcina x Fem Reader

12: Losing Control

Lady Dimitrescu poured herself a full glass of wine and lit a cigarette. Her evening had been eventful enough. She didn't need you to go and make it worse. She sat in her chair, glaring at you. She only looked away to inhale the chemicals of her cigarette or to take a long sip of thick wine. Anyone who entered her chambers would be able to feel the tension in the room. It was heavy, stagnant air lingering with despise and disappointment.

I don't know how I could have let that happen. Yet again, I ruined everything. Lady Dimitrescu hates me. With my luck, she'll slice me to ribbons and throw my remains to the Lycans.

"A good idea, but no." Lady Dimitrescu spoke. Before she continued, she put out her cigarette and finished the last of her wine. "I haven't yet decided what to do with you. Your actions deserve punishment, a serious one at that. However, I think I should allow some anticipation for what your punishment may be. Maybe I'll lock you in the dungeon and let the girls torment you. Maybe, I'll let the Lycans hunt you for sport. Or, I could slice you apart bit by agonizing bit until you beg for my mercy." Weighing her options, she chuckles at her ideas of torture.

"However, our punishment will have to wait. There are other matters we need to discuss. Come, sit." She pats her lap.

Lady Dimitrescu lifts you up and rests your body on her lap. She pulls you close to her and begins stroking your hair. After being so infuriated with you, you don't understand how she could suddenly be so tender.

"My Lady, I am truly sorry for my actions. I don't know how it happened. I've never lost control like that before. It doesn't make any sense. I would never raise my voice or challenge my superiors. I can't even begin to tell you how awful I feel." You tell her.

"Quiet, my little bird. Although I do sincerely appreciate your apology, what's done is done." She sighs. "There may be a reason why you lost your temper. A reason other than my daughters antagonizing you. I... I think there were some details of your recovery that Donna and I failed to tell you."

You give her a confused look. "What do you mean, my Lady?"

Lady Dimitrescu pulls you closer to her and wraps her arms around you.

"Before I tell you, I need you to tell me something first."

"Anything, my Lady."

She's silent for a moment. Before she speaks, she studies you. A look of remorse flashes onto her face. Whatever she's about to say, she clearly thinks you are unprepared - And you are.

"I need you to tell me the story of your mothers death. I need to know exactly what happened."

Your heard drops to your stomach. Her request was unexpected. You have done everything in your power to block that memory from your mind. You can acknowledge that your mother died and vaguely how it happened, but the full story was something that you vowed to forget. Even a subtle thought of that day has the ability to send your emotions over the edge.

"I-I don't think that's a good idea..." You mumble.

"Y/N, you don't have a choice. I know it's not pleasant to discuss, but it's important." Once again, tears swell in your eyes. "I am right here, sweet girl. I've got you. Please, I need you to tell me."

You close your eyes, tears falling to your lap. You take a deep breath and begin.

"It was a late summer night. My mother and I had spent the day together. She told me that we deserved a break from chores so we could have a special day together, just her and I. So, we did. We did all of the things we loved. We read each other stories in the garden, rode our horses through the valley, baked our favorite treats, and painted together. The day had been absolutely perfect... until my father came home. He had been at the village pub, drinking his life away. When he came home, you could smell the alcohol seep from his pores. He was angry. I didn't understand why until he started yelling at my mother. Earlier that morning, I guess he had discovered bags filled with her things that she had tried to hide under the bed. Within those bags was a note for me that she had written. He read it. She was going to leave my father and I. She wasn't going to tell either of us. She was just going to leave me a note to find after she left. My father continued his yelling until I took over. That was the first time I had ever raised my voice at her. I was angry. And hurt. I didn't understand how she could just leave. She tried to explain that she wasn't happy anymore. She couldn't handle the stress of taking care of everything around the house, dealing with my fathers alcoholic rage, and trying to deal with me by herself. I couldn't stand to look at her anymore, let alone be in her presence. She was trying to explain her reasoning and apologize, but I didn't want to hear it. I bolted out of the house, trying to get away, but she followed me. I kept running. I had made my way out of the village and into the forest, not paying attention to where I was going or how dark it was. I didn't care. I just wanted her to leave me alone. I could hear her footsteps behind me for the longest time, until they went silent. Instead of footsteps, I heard her scream. I whipped around and tried to find her. When I did, I was too late. Lycans were ripping her apart, limb by limb. She tried to fight, but couldn't get away. She was barely alive when she saw me. She locked eyes with me for a moment... she tried to say something, but I couldn't hear her. I tried to move closer, but a branch snapped under my foot. Causing the lycans to shift their attention towards me. Noticing their hungry eyes looking at me like I was their next snack, I ran again... leaving my mother behind. No matter how hard I tried to get away, I wasn't quick enough. A lycan pounced on top of me. We tumbled into the ground. When I opened my eyes, I was face to face with the beast. It snarled and opened its jaws, ready to swallow me whole. I locked eyes with it, staring at into is piercing yellow gaze. It felt like we sat like that for hours. Entranced in one another's eyes. And then, it stopped. Like it changed its mind. As quick as it had attacked me, it was gone. I blacked out after that and woke the next morning. When I got back to the village I told my father what had happened. Villagers were sent to find my mothers body, but all they recovered were shredded clothing and a few bloody bones. "