[Chapter Limit - Complete] The Dimitrescus x FEMALE!Reader One-Shots

The Mysterious Maiden pt. 2

the reader uses she/they pronouns
warning(s): biting / blood

Six months. That's how long you had been the lady's handmaiden. The longest anyone had survived as her handmaiden. It filled you with pride to be the one to hold that title but, lately things had been off about your lady. It had started to unnerve you.

You had offered her blood; she'd gladly accept and drink from you. You did everything she asked of you and more. So, you couldn't place why things had felt so different now. A few of the maidens had said that the lady seemed happier whenever you were around but, you had brushed it off — especially now.

With a small shake of your head, you cleared your thoughts and headed to your lady's room, knocking lightly on the door. When she didn't answer, you cleared your throat and before you could call out, a fly landed on your shoulder. Your gaze landed on it before the swarm came, Bela stepping out and placing a hand on the shoulder the fly had landed on.

"Mother's out right now,"   'But I have yet to wake her... Did she get someone else to wake her?'   "There's a family meeting going on so she had to be up earlier than usual."

"I see, lady Bela... Thank you." You bowed to her and tried to ignore the pang in your chest as you thought of someone else doing your job.

"She'll be gone most of the day so, she's asked that you clean the library until she returns."

"Understood, lady Bela."

With that, she swarmed away and left you outside of her mother's room. You hastily made your way to the kitchen, handing the bottle of Sanguis Virginis to a maid and telling her to put it back for you. As you made your way to the library, you couldn't help but think about the fact that someone else woke your lady and helped her get dressed.

'I shouldn't feel jealousy over this. She's just my boss.'

The rest of the day was spent in the library for you; cleaning and entertaining lady Daniela — whom had forced you to the dining room to eat with her and her sisters for breakfast and lunch. You had tried to protest, stating that since you were a maiden you shouldn't be allowed to eat with your ladies, but they had all forced you to stay — even going as far as threatening to tie you to the chair.