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

Handwritten Love

One of your favorite pastimes was writing in your diary. It was your time of solitude and bliss, where your mind could unwind after a long day. You jotted down your thoughts on how the season was passing before your eyes and how you wished to enjoy every moment.

The consistent strokes of your pen ceased when you heard a knocking sound and a voice call out to you from behind your door. "You in there? Dinner will be served in about an hour. I just wanted to let you know," Bela informed.

Preoccupied with finishing the last sentence you were trying to write, you responded back to her. "Thanks, Bela, I'll be down soon."

"What are you doing in there? Are you cleaning?"

"I'm writing."

"Writing?"

"Just come in and see, Bela."

She came inside your room and saw you sitting cross-legged on your bed with your diary and pen on your lap. "Oh, that kind of writing! Are you writing a story?"

"No, I'm just writing down my thoughts in my diary."

"Mother keeps a diary in her chambers." Bela sat on the corner of your bed, cocking her head to peer closet at the pages. "You've got really pretty penmanship."

"Oh, thank you. That's nice of you to say."

"That's calligraphy, right? I've always wanted to learn how to write like that."

"It's only cursive. Calligraphy is too intricate for me, and frankly, I'm horrible at it. Trust me."

"Well, it's still pretty. I scribble a little myself, but I mostly read. I'm sure you can tell based on how much time you've spent reorganizing our books in the library."

"That's true. I have noticed that. Why don't you write more?"

Bela shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. It's probably because I've been so used to reading all the time that I don't think to pick up a pen and write about something. If I do, it's only in printing. But I would love it if mine looked more like yours." 

"You know," you picked up your pen and twirled it between your fingers, "I could teach you how to write in cursive if you want? I could give you lessons, which is how I started out."

The corners of her mouth turned up. "Wait, really? You would do that?"

"Of course, we could practice together and have fun with it." It would be an enjoyable activity to do with Bela, and you knew that quality time was her love language.

"I would love that!" She reached over and gave you a quick hug. "Thank you, thank you! Can we start now?"

"But isn't dinner in like an hour?"

"Yes, but we could have a 30-minute lesson! I'll be right back. I think I have a blank journal somewhere in my room." Bela bolted out of the room before you could even open your mouth.

With your new commitment, you looked down at your diary and ripped a blank page out of it. You needed to create a model for Bela. Starting with the alphabet was a good start.

She returned to your room with her own pen and journal. You explained the model you created to her and then began your first lesson together. The both of you lost track of time as you giggled and made fun of each other's letters.

Bela dropped her pen when she heard the chime of the clock. "Dinner! We're going to be late!" She shut her book, uncrossed her legs, and pulled on your arm.

"Wait–hold on, one minute!" You closed your book and got off the bed with her. Together, you briskly walked down the hallway, as you knew the Mistress didn't tolerate tardiness.