Natasha Romanoff one shots

Prince Charming 2

Summary- Following your mother's orders seen to be out of the book simply because you're too curious about the woman.

Your pov:

She was still in your father's office, that's what you heard from a few maids. After your mother pulled you away from her, you were stuck in your room until you decided to sit in the royal garden. You hummed a tune as you pulled the weeds out of the garden, tossing them aside once you managed to pull them out.

"This is quite beautiful." Your head turns to the side where you see the woman standing against the wall. You had not even heard her approaching the garden and you wondered how long she had been standing there.
"T-thank you." You look back down at the garden bed feeling the nervousness again. This feeling around this woman felt odd to you. Her scent invaded your nose once again and it captivated you.

"What are you planting?" Was she making small talk with you?
"Uhm just a few flowers. The previous ones that I planted were eaten by animals I think." She chuckles and it sends a pulse down your spine. It sounded so sultry. You wanted to hear her chuckle again, perhaps even laugh.

"Why are you here?" You find yourself asking in a rather harsh tone.
"I'm sorry Ms Romanoff, I didn't mean it in a rude way, I just thought you had a meeting with my father."
"It's okay princess. I just needed some air to think about your father's proposal. " You knew she was just being respectful by addressing you as "princess" but god did it give you butterflies.

Looking back at the garden bed, she watches you continue to add new seeds to the soil. A few minutes pass by and just when she's about to leave you look up at her.
"I don't mean to sound rude but how are you, a woman, in ownership of a business?"
"Well, I took over my father's business, he was ill at the time and needed someone to continue it's legacy. Naturally it was supposed to go to one of his loyal partners but he just didn't trust them so he insisted I do it." You listen intently to what the woman was sharing to you.

"It wasn't easy doing so because I was a woman but to hell with that. I was smart, responsible and I had many bright ideas. My father didn't actually think that me taking over would be a permanent thing but after he saw the profits increasing he had a change of heart. "
"Is everything alright? With your father I mean?"
"Unfortunately he passed."
"Oh I'm so sorry about that."
"It's alright, it was bound to happen. I should get going though, before your father wonders where I am."

She moves away from the wall before walking away. You stare at her in wonder. There were still many questions lingering on the tip of your tongue. The main question being about her "lesbianism" The act of having sexul or romantic relationship for a woman was seen as an absurd thing. Yet you wanted to know more about it. I mean, there weren't any books in the library about the themes of sex let alone between two women, and you'd never ask your mother or any of the maids. It would be too awkward.

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Walking around the kitchen, you listened quietly to the conversation that was being held between the maids.
"I heard she got her profits from her father." Alice, one of the other maids spoke while she chopped up some vegetables. You handed Alice half of the vegetables that you had chopped before wiping your hands with a cloth.
"I heard that. Heard she was a lesbian too."
"I think she's nice." All the maids turned to face you with puzzled looks and you looked away from their gazes.
"Really?"
"Mhm, I spoke to her. She seems very well spoken and educated too."

Moira hums while she folds her arms, waiting for a further explanation.
"Your mother didn't see you talking to her right?"
"No, of course not. But why should it matter anyway."
"Honey you know your mother doesn't like anyone who's "different" or seen as an outcast. She says and I quote "it brings too much unwanted attention. " What if I was different? You ask yourself before looking up at Moira
"I know." You sigh while pursing your lips.
"I just wished she didn't treat me like a child all the time." She and the other maids chuckle in agreement, sending you a few sympathetic looks.