Lady Dimitrescu x Fem reader oneshots

The Castle Guard

(Authors note: SORRY FOR THE INACTIVITY, I HAD A LOT OF THINGS COME UP BUT IM BACK.)

The cold wind bit at the ends of your ears and your nose. You reached your gloved hand up to your bandana and lifted it over your nose, at least shielding half your face from the cold.

You rested your free hand on the hilt of your silver blade, walking along the perimeter of the castle on lookout for anything or anyone that shouldn't be here.

Thick snow piled on your leather hood, as you've been out here for quite some time. It was your duty to guard the castle, and protect it with your life. You pledged your life and loyalty to your mistress, and you were not going to let her down.

When you first arrived to castle Dimitrescu, you were a maiden who was sold to the castle by your parents. You were an anxious and nervous girl, always worrying about if you folded the sheets correctly, or didn't dust the living room enough.

Lady Dimitrescu noticed you had a hard time with the tasks you were given. However, she didn't want to send you to the basement. Something in her stopped her from being angry with you. She felt a sense of pity for the poor, scared girl in front of her.

So she offered you a different position. One you were more comfortable with. She wanted you to be the guard of Castle Dimitrescu. Not that she needed one, of course. But extra hands to help rip out the throats of the fowl creatures that dare step on her land always helped.

She armored you with a dark brown set of leather armor, a hood, a cloak, a bandana, belts, a crossbow, and a silver cutless with the dimitrescu crest engraved on its end.

You looked down to gaze at the engraved end of your sword, smiling. It made you extremely happy to know that she trusted you this much.

You began to walk into the courtyard when you felt a large hand rest on your shoulder. You imeadietly tensed up and turned around, sliding your blade out from its casing and pointing it at the mysterious figure.

It was Lady Dimitrescu.

You.

Are.

Fucked.

You imeadietly drop your blade and raise your hands in a peaceful matter. "M-my lady! I am s-so sorry! You startled me and it was a reflex of mine" you stuttered in fear, quickly bending down to grab your sword and put it back on your belt.

She tilted her head and smiled. "Draga, don't be sorry. I'm just glad to know that my guard is always prepared for anything" she praised, following the sentence with a wink.

Your face turned pink. Thankfully your black mask shielded half your face from her. She raised and eyebrow and reached for your mask, pulling it down. You looked down at your feet.

"Why do you apologize so much, love?" She asked, grabbing your chin and looking into your eyes. You sighed a bit at the comforting touch. "My parents.. weren't the greatest.. I ended up having to apologize a lot. Sometimes it wasn't my fault.." You whispered, looking back down at your feet.

She frowned. "Oh, lovely. I'm sorry about that." She cooed. Then a smirk pulled on her crimson lips and she leaned down until her lips grazed your ear. "If they saw you now, they would be the ones who are sorry" she growled. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach and your heart sped up.

The sound of a twig snapping pulled you two out of your encounter. Alcina imeadietly stood up and looked around. You pulled out your sword and stepped in front of her.

She chuckled a bit at the small human trying to protect a giant mutant like her, but she didn't interfere.

"Come out! Come out and face the wrath of house Dimitrescu!" You yelled into the trees. Nothing.