The Love of Lady Dimitrescu X Female Reader || One-Shots

Hidden Pages of Her Diary

December 12th, 1967: Page 126

I do not regret my decision promoting Y/N to be our personal maid. She has proven herself worthy in my eyes and has exceeded my expectations. My daughters have accepted her rather well, as if she were like another sibling to them. Perhaps even a motherly figure? I cannot always tell based on how affectionate they are toward her.

December 18th, 1967: Page 134

During these last several months, I have harbored different emotions for her. Strong emotions that I cannot yet clearly define. If my daughters were not always vying for her company, I would have liked to have spent more time with her alone to better understand my complex feelings.

She has such a kindness about her, a gentle spirit. Her smile never fails to brighten my day, no matter how stressful it may be. Despite my temper, she somehow calms the storms within me.

Her adorably shy nature charms me, and her presence exudes joy...and pleasure. I feel at ease and know I can trust her.

December 22nd, 1967: Page 136

I love watching her expressions change. Her beautiful face can tell a thousand stories. I could awaken and fall asleep to the soothing sound of her voice as she regales me with her jokes or tales.

December 27th, 1967: Page 139

My concern is if I frighten her. Is she happy to be here with us? Can I provide her with everything she needs? I shall do whatever I can to keep her inside these walls if it means that she chooses to stay with us. To stay with me. I cannot imagine this castle devoid of her exuberant personality and light. Her light draws me closer to her by the day.

January 3rd, 1968: Page 144

Today, I left a small gift on her dresser. It was a glass sea turtle pendant. She often talks about how much she loves those sea creatures. I doubt she will know it was from me. I am sure that Bela will take credit for it, since she has an ever-growing, unhealthy obsession with aquatic creatures. It matters not. If it makes Y/N smile, that is all I hope for.

January 17th, 1968: Page 150

I cannot get her out of my head. No matter what I do, I catch myself staring at her, especially when she is cleaning. Her shapely curves and how her hips sway are too enticing. I wish to steady those hips with my hands and explore all of her body.

I should not be thinking like this. I need a glass of wine.

January 29th, 1968: Page 154

Mother Miranda has always commended me for my outspokenness. I always know exactly what I want, and I know exactly how I feel about matters and people. However, when it comes to my sweet maiden, I am unsure of how I feel. One thing has become increasingly clear to me these past several weeks: I want her. With every fiber of my being, I want her close to me; I want to protect her. I want to be the only one who comforts and keeps her body warm every morning and night. I want her to belong with me. 

February 14th, 1968: Page 160

I am deeply troubled. What if she does not return my feelings? What if she cannot love a monster like me? She has never seen my true form, and I pray that she never will. I think I love her. That both delights and terrifies me. Will she ever return my love for her? Will she ever be mine?

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[A short, Valentine's one-shot]