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

Illusionary

Undeniably risky.

Unfathomable rewards could come from it, yes.

But this task was undeniably risky.

If she wasn't desperately plucking at straws to break this down, she wouldn't be in your bedroom, but, surely, there was something, anything, in here she could use against you. Surely there was something foul, something off, something compromising.

"In and out, that's all it has to be." She told herself.

It was bigger than she remembers it to be and she thought she remembered the magnitude of the room. The Baroness's bedchambers were bigger than the design floor back at the House of Baroness. Bigger by a landslide. The cavernous room held not only the bed where you lay with the Baroness. The room held secrets, your secrets, Victoria's secrets, thousands more from maids and servants. Now it was there to hold her secrets.

After a few minutes of silence and deep breaths, she concluded that the best place for her to start searching was to go through your nightstand. Where else would be easier to hide something? It was the sort of place where you could feel a sense of security over, as false as it was. If you felt you were right there, you felt sure in the safety of whatever you may have hidden.

"The bitch!" Empty. You had nothing. Nothing in that miserable little drawer of yours. No lewd sketches. No toys. Nothing. The old hag's nightstand was her next best bet. She was a psychotic, sexually frustrated, sapphic narcissist. Surely something in her possession had to be weird enough that she wanted it hidden.

A demeaning sex toy from her deviant pet?

A newspaper article about her glory, stuck together with her own cum?

Something in the locked drawer at the bottom of her nightstand?

Actually, that last option sounded pretty good.

Taking the keys that were on the vanity, she yanked at the door, forcing her weight backwards to wedge it open and see it's secrets. With the anger of a spoilt brat with the wrong Christmas gift, she let out a scream of frustration.

Where were those keys hidden?

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You yawned. Last night wasn't a particularly good nights sleep, but then again, good nights sleep weren't something you cared for. Victoria didn't care for sleep either. It got in her way.

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"Darling?" You groaned, walking across the hallway to Victoria's study, where a warm light held her to her desk like a moth. "Y/N? What are you doing awake?" She asked, turning on her heels to meet you.

She puts a firm hand on your shoulder.

"Go to bed." She commanded, coldly. "Are you not coming with me?" You asked. "Don't be an imbecile Y/N. You know I work best at night. Bed." She kept her tone monotonous. Time was money and this complaining was wasting both. "I can stay up, I'm not a child Victoria."

"Bed."

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The Baroness had finally given up. She was done with paperwork, she wished to read by herself. Her loud footsteps announced her annoyance to the household and the unwelcome guest.

Masking herself behind the floor length beige curtains, she sucked in a breath and scrunched her face tight, praying that the seeker wouldn't catch her this time around. Curling her toes into the plush carpet, she listened to the haute couture devil enter her chambers.

"Hm." The Baroness mused her bookshelf.

A single cough echoed the room.

Victoria went white, her aquatic eyes darting across the room. The unwelcome menace's lungs fell, their strength plummeting, leaving her gasping for air.

The Baroness ran.

You needed to protect her.