Eyes of Blue, Heart of Stone (Baroness X Femme Reader)

Bullfight

"Who on earth raised you! You don't speak to a lady in that way!" Gasped Elizabeth. "I could ask you the same thing, treating the Baroness with such disrespect!" You quipped in reply. "The Baroness is-" "A straight and widowed, god rest his soul, woman." You lied. His soul could burn in hell for all you cared. Alas, you had to lie to help Victoria. "Darling she may have presented herself in that way, but she is a devil!" You despised her condescending tone.

Somehow maintaining composure, you sighed. "Listen, sunshine, just the Baroness is clearly better than you,  it doesn't mean that you have any right bully her!" You shouted. The words bounced off of Elizabeth and she let out an ugly, bittersweet laugh. "Oh how adorable! I'm just as good, and rich, as your friend-"

You grabbed a small knife and slashed at her pearls. They all fell to the floor and spilled over the carpet.

"Oh my good god! You are wearing fake pearls!" You laughed. "Fake? How dare you!" Yelled the dragon woman. "Real pearl necklaces, Liz, have knots between each pearl, so they don't rub. It appears that you are a fool. You know what they say, there's a sucker born every minute!" "OH FUCK OFF!"

Finally done, Elizabeth slammed the book down. "Now Sticky Vicky, listen. You are a witch and a filthy deviant, no matter what you've done. If I didn't know better, I'd say you fornicated with that girl. You remember who you are you sick pervert. Good day!"  She sneered the word fornicated. Unbeknownst to her, you had. But she didn't need to know that.

"Don't let the door hit you on the way out!" You chirped.

You didn't like to know how long Victoria had been holding in the breath she just let out. "Is everything alright Vi- ma'am." Asked John, crouching down to meet the Baroness' eyes. "John, I've told you hundreds of times, you may call me by my given name when we are alone. Obviously you understand that Y/N is an exception." She sighed, dodging the question. "Okay. Victoria, are you alright?" John asked. "Would you be so kind as to get me my lunch? Y/N, chicken, what would you like?" Cooed the Baroness. "I- I don't mind. Whatever's easiest for them please John." You replied. "Alright, see you soon ladies."

"Victoria?" You asked, softly. "Yes Y/N?" She replied. "Now that John's not here will you answer the question?" You knew to keep your tone light, calm and soft, just as she had done when you were struggling. "Oh, I'm a- uh- a bit shaken. She's done far worse to me, this is nothing. Thanks, chicken." She smiled, wiping her eyes.

You picked up the yearbook, which made Victoria bark, "Put that bloody thing down!" You ignored her and asked, "Is there anymore younger pictures of you in here?" She thought for a second, before shaking her head. "If there is, they'll all be defaced." She sighed. You flicked through the old book and found it.

"Who is this?" You asked, pointing to the girl standing with the Baroness. "Oh! Miranda! That's Miranda Priestley. She's a designer in New York now, I think. We were quite alike as young women, only now I fear I've become more like Lizard Lizzie." She mumbled. "What do you mean?"

"I don't want to talk about it!"

"It'll help. It helped me when we talked."

Victoria sighed. "She and I are rather similar. Both unfortunate broodmares..." she began. "Though it's clear Lizzie loves the domestic life. He must be nothing like Hans..." You'd never heard the Baron be referred to by his first name. The Baroness looked more crushed and hurt than ever. What had you done...

"Food, ladies!" John grinned. Saved by the Valet.

Hans. That sick twisted bastard was the pervert. He hurt her. He made more anger in you than Claudia. More than Cruella. More than Lizard Lizzie.

He is lucky he's dead...