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

Trust Me

Victoria slammed the door shut and slammed her hands against the desk. Her plump pink lips opened leaving their post as her signature scowl. Words, thousands and thousands of them, bubbled in her throat but none came to her aid. Her breaths were audible and quaking. Blue eyes, cold, sharp and scary, tore into yours, demanding you respect the words she spoke. The words that weren't coming out.

You stood up and the Baroness remained still. "Victoria?" You asked, softly resting your hand on her shoulder. She jumped slightly at your touch and stood herself up to meet you. "Victoria, love, what's the matter?" You questioned. Her lip quivered and she sobbed.

"Someone's- someone is in our bedroom."

You sighed, shakily, and went to go correct Victoria, before stopping yourself. "Pardon?" You asked. "I- I heard them gasping for air." She stuttered. "And you're sure it's not one of the dogs?" You watched your tone very carefully, so you sounded perfectly sensitive. She replied with silence.

"Well, why don't we go have a look?" You asked, offering out your hand. Victoria smiled, with a wave of reassurance and took your hand. "Thank you, my love." She whispered, wiping her eyes and walking, safe by your side. "No problem, my lady." You chirped.

The only impulse in her whole body was to run out of the house. As fast and as far as she could, no mercy, no stopping. Hellman was torture enough when she was angry, but deep down, she was more petrified of you. Silently, she'd witnessed the murder and didn't care to be victim 2 of your wrath.

"It's all clear in here, Victoria." You called out reassuringly. Skeptically and carefully, Victoria entered her bedchambers. "I- I- I was so sure?" She sobbed, her eyes darting around the room, searching for a sign she wasn't delusional.

But nothing remained.

You took the Baroness's hips and pulled her into your arms. Upon knowing she was safely in your grip, she wept. You massaged her silk brown locks and whispered, "It is alright Toria, I believe you. I'm right here. I've got you." You let her bury herself in you.

Once she was sure she was safe, Claudia Vixen snuck back into the house, to the closet she was residing in when she wasn't watching you. Unzipping and removing her black hoodie, her ginger hair fell to her shoulders.

She sighed in relief, for she hadn't been caught.

The Baroness's castle could still crumble.