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thisgirlnamedblusy · 2 days ago

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Hello again :) Not my first time requesting but it’s been a minute. An unlucky maiden (reader) is sent to Donna’s by Lady Dimitrescu, because she was caught talking badly about Lady Beneviento to the other maiden’s after Donna came to visit for tea.

(Maybe making snide remarks about noticing Donna’s veiled appearance, or whatever you might come up with!)

Reader thinks she’s being sent to work as Donna’s maid, terrified of what might happen to her even more than she was at the castle. But Donna has other plans in mind..Over some time Donna teases reader, making remarks about her body and touching reader but only in passing. Reader doesn’t understand why her body reacts the way it does especially because she has yet to see Donna’s face. Eventually the teasing gets to be too much and, in the midst of Donna teasing her, reader brushes up against her erection. Reader is about to question it but Donna wastes no time in dominating her. Rough, very dark smut ensues. Afterwards Donna finally reveals her face, Reader finds her beautiful and they share their first kiss, ending with a fluffy moment.

Thank you for all your hard work, I love reading everything you write 🫶🏻 ~A

Yesss!!!! Thank you for your words, and for your request, I hope it wasn't too long... Anyway, I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :))))))

Poor, unfortunate maid

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem, maid! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna, smut, Minors DNI, slightly dark Donna, Donna being Donna, fluff

Word count: 8,806

Summary: You must learn not to talk about Lady Beneviento...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

As a lonely and resourceless villager, you had no choice but to serve the Lords, to join those girls who, after being hired in the castle, you never saw again.

You knew your mistress, a huge, capricious woman who wasn’t very difficult to deal with. The rumors seemed to be wrong, or you simply had not given your mistress any reason to punish you, or to take you to her chamber at night.

You knew it was a matter of time, but as long as you stayed as far away from any seduction as possible, you could endure not knowing how dark your new life was. At least you weren’t alone.

Serving wasn’t so terrible after all.

Even so, there were still moments of doubt, moments when your body trembled at the unknown, especially when Mother Miranda, or any other visitor, broke into your routine.

On that occasion, the strange presence that accompanied your mistress was her little sister, the woman in mourning who lived apart from the village. Silent, with a veil covering her face, holding that creepy doll in her arms, there stood Donna Beneviento.

Normally, rumors about your mistress, Alcina Dimitrescu, had some basis; they could be easily proven or disproved, since the vampire wasn’t averse to human contact.

But Lady Beneviento… There was no one who had returned from her estate to explain what that woman was like, if she was really crazy, if she was, without a doubt, the most dangerous Lord.

Knowledge was power, but ignorance was terror. As you moved to remove the teacups, a tremor in your body betrayed the discomfort you felt with that dark presence, with that black veil, hiding where her gaze was directed.

“So… everything is the same in my dear sister's life,” Alcina commented, lighting a cigarette as she leaned back on the sofa, completely ignoring your presence.

“Yes,” the shrill voice coming from the doll said, making a shiver run down your spine.

Could that woman really talk? Was it always the doll, or her?

“Mm, how boring, my dear,” your lady said, shaking her head.

“Yes, yes! How boring!” the doll shrieked, with a little different tone than before, less dark. “Alci, my Donna is lonely.”

Your mistress laughed, shaking her head as the lady in black reprimanded the puppet's attitude with a gesture, without saying a word.

“Oh, poor Donna,” Alcina said, pretending to pout as you struggled to ignore the conversation.

“Yes, poor Donna,” Angie repeated, being again struck by a glance from the veiled woman, who shook the puppet in her lap.

“My dear, being alone is a penance,” the lady in white said, glancing at you from the corner of her eye. “You should take one of my maids.”

“No,” the doll said, with that dark tone again. “You keep insisting and I always tell you the same thing: I don't need a maid.”

“I insist because I care about you,” Alcina whispered, blinking petulantly. “You won't find maids as helpful as these anywhere,”

“I said no, I don't need a maid, much less one of yours,” the puppet said, darkening her voice even more.

You, who had already finished cleaning up, were about to put that conversation aside, standing elegantly and making a small bow before leaving.

“Mm, wait,” interrupted your mistress, grabbing your arm with her huge hand, stopping your path. “Donna, you offend me, what's wrong with my maids?” she sang, bringing you closer to them and putting you right in front of the veiled woman, who turned her head towards you.

You could feel it. You could feel that all of Lady Beneviento's attention was on you.

“Look at how beautiful she is,” Alcina said, holding your chin with her hand and pushing you a little closer to the ventriloquist. “She has beautiful eyes, don't you think?” she murmured amused.

“Hello, maid,” Angie said, moving from her owner's lap and approaching you in a threatening manner.

You would have backed away if it weren't for your mistress' strong grip.

“(Y/N), what manners,” Alcina scolded you, pushing you even closer. “Come on, dear, speak and show my dear sister that my maids are nice.”

“I-I'm… glad to meet you, my lady,” you said, looking away from that black veil.

“See? A beautiful face, a perfect body…” Alcina sighed, running her hands over your waist, highlighting your features. “And very, very helpful… That's what my maids are, dear, I don't know what's wrong with having one for yourself.”

“I said no,” the doll insisted with a dark voice.

“Ugh, you are stubborn,” Dimitrescu joked, still framing your figure. “I don't understand you, little sister, if I had the same gift as you... I certainly wouldn't waste it like that,” she sighed, making you swallow hard as you didn't understand exactly what she meant.

“Stubborn!” Angie repeated, causing the lady to murmur something that you couldn't hear properly, forcing the doll back into her lap. “Alci, do they know how to play?”

“Oh, they do,” your mistress murmured, tightening her grip on your body.

The castle lady's gaze fell on the woman in black, who seemed frozen, with that invisible gaze resting on every part of your body. Of course, Alcina was always very observant, and after looking at you with a sinister smile, she laughed softly.

“Look at you. You seem to like her, am I wrong?” the lady in white purred, bowing her head. “Anyway,” she sighed, finally pushing you towards the door. “You can leave, (Y/N).”

“Yes, my lady,” you said, bowing again and walking slowly towards the door, wanting to disappear from that place as soon as possible.

Breathing nervously, you arrived at the kitchen, leaving the tray with the tea on the counter and sighing in relief.

“(Y/N), what's wrong? You're pale,” Olga, one of your companions, who was washing the dishes, commented.

“Ugh, nothing,” you said, shaking your head, letting the trembling of your body calm down on its own.

After a second to catch your breath, you picked up the tray again, ready to help your friend.

“You don't have to be ashamed, it's okay to be scared,” she said, rubbing your back. “I had a worse time when Mother Miranda came. I thought that at any moment I was going to grow horns or something like that.”

You smiled knowingly, dipping the cups into the water while you dried the plates she handed you.

“That woman makes me nervous, you know, Lady Beneviento,” you commented after a few seconds of silence. “She's terrifying.”

“Mm, well, that's what they say,” Olga answered.

For some reason you felt like talking about her, telling your friend the impressions that this woman in mourning made on you. In front of her you were terribly nervous, almost panicking, but you had enough time to notice some details.

She was a young woman, or so her hands told you. You looked at her body, at how the black dress framed a hidden and mysterious figure.

“What about her doll? It's very creepy,” you continued. “It's impossible to know if Donna speaks or the puppet does.”

“Well, I've heard that doll has a life of its own, you know, thanks to the Black Gods,” your friend said. “She probably uses it to communicate with others. Alcina has said sometimes that Lady Beneviento doesn't want to talk to anyone.”

“Why?” you asked curiously, starting to dry the dishes. “I mean, can't she talk or...?”

“Oh, yes she can, sometimes she calls the castle,” she said, nodding without giving it too much importance.

“I wonder what her voice sounds like...” you murmured thoughtfully, not really knowing why you were questioning so many things about that woman.

“Her voice? Is that the only thing you wonder about her? I could ask better questions, (Y/N),” Olga joked. “I'm much more worried about what they say in the village, you know, that she's insane.”

“I'm not surprised, living alone surrounded by dolls can't be good,” you said, playing along with her joke. “Although to be honest, she seemed like a very calm woman to me.”

“Why so curious?” your friend asked, wiping the soap off her hands. “Did she catch your attention or something?”

“What? No, well…” you said nervously, blushing for some reason. “Well, it's just not normal to be able to see that woman up close.”

“See her, I don't think that's the right word, she always wears that veil,” Olga said, leaning on the counter while you placed the plates.

“Yes… I wonder what she looks like,” you said. “I mean, her body is beautiful as well as her hands…”

“It's obvious that she has something to hide,” she said, nodding, disinterested. “If you ask me, I'll tell you that I don't want to know, putting up with the lady's daughters is enough contact with little monsters.”

“Do you think she's a monster?” you asked, lowering your voice, since the silence in the kitchen was starting to be too noticeable.

Olga shrugged, sighing.

“I mean, Alcina is very tall, and Moreau… well, he's not exactly a beauty, why would she hide?” you insisted. “I find it hard to believe that she really has a monstrous appearance, her figure doesn't say the same.”

“She's probably uglier than her dolls,” Olga joked, nudging you. “Hey, if you're so interested…”

“I didn't say I was interested,” you defended yourself, blushing again. “I'm curious to know what kind of hideous creature hides under the facade of such an apparently normal woman.”

“Hideous creature?” a dark voice asked, making you both turn around suddenly to discover something terrifying: Alcina was standing in the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, with a smug smile.

“My lady,” you said in unison, lowering your heads.

Your body trembled again disconsolately and your face burned with shame, how long had she been there? Her expression told you that long enough.

“Well, well, well… So talking about my poor sister, huh? How rude,” the lady said, approaching you with a sensual step and her hands on hips. “How unbecoming of ladies is to judge others…”

“Sorry, my lady, we were…” Olga murmured.

“Shut up,” she said in a brusque tone, arching her eyebrows. “You better go and take care of your chores before I feel like punishing you.”

“Yes, my lady,” you said again, trying to walk past her with your head down.

“Tsk, tsk, not you,” Alcina whispered, clicking her tongue as she grabbed one of your shoulders and abruptly stopped your escape. “My dear, you disappoint me…”

“My lady, I…” you whispered frightened, playing with your hands, which were already beginning to sweat in terror.

“Young lady, it's not right to mess with someone like poor Donna, especially if she's not here to defend herself,” Alcina said.

“I wasn't messing with her, my lady, I was just…” you said, unable to look her in the eyes. “I was just wondering what she was like, just curiosity.”

“Mm,” Alcina murmured, blinking in confusion.

“I'm sorry, my lady, I didn't mean those things,” you apologized again, lowering your head so much that you thought your neck would be cut off. “It was my ignorance speaking, my lady.”

“How dangerous ignorance is,” she said, with a sinister smile, pinching your cheek, hurting you. “I should punish you for being so cruel to my little sister.”

“No, please, my lady,” you begged, clasping your hands together, on the verge of sobbing. “Not the dungeons.”

“Dungeons? How unoriginal, dear,” Alcina mocked, shaking her head. “I've always thought that the punishment should fit the crime and… well, as much as she denies it, Donna liked you, you just had to see the way she looked at you…”

“Excuse me, my lady?” you asked looking for your friend with your gaze, a friend who had long since fled in terror.

“Oh, yes, of course she likes you…” she murmured, speaking to herself while grabbing your chin, as if she were studying you. “Mm, yes… Pack your bags, (Y/N), your work at the castle is over.”

“What? I mean, are you firing me, my lady?” you asked scared, with your eyes wide open. “Please, I need the job, I…”

“Shh… You're a girl who likes to take things for granted, aren't you? I said that your work in the castle is over, not that you stop being a maid,” Alcina corrected, shaking her head.

“I don't understand, my lady,” you whispered with a broken voice.

“Since you like to talk about my sister so much… well, you'd better work for her, don't you think? From now on you'll be Donna Beneviento's maid,” she finally said, pointing at you with her finger. “And before you protest, my dear… there's room in the dungeons for disobedient maids.”

“But, but…” you said frightened, shaking your head at your new destiny.

No, anything but her, but that… monster.

“Do I hear complaints?” Alcina asked, with a defiant look. “Do you have any problem serving Lady Beneviento? Well, maybe you prefer the dungeons after all,” she sighed, turning around and setting off all your alarms.

You moved quickly, reaching for your mistress's arm and tugging lightly on it. She didn't mind, on the contrary, she started laughing in a sinister way.

“No, please, I… it's fine, I'll serve Lady Beneviento,” you finally sighed, lowering your head, giving up.

“Good girl,” Alcina said, satisfied, putting a hand on your chin again. “You'll leave tomorrow, I still have to convince my stubborn sister although… I don't think I'll have to try too hard.”

The lady of the castle wasn't lying. You didn't know what was said during that conversation, but your former mistress's pleased smile told you that you would have no choice but to pack your bags and head into the forest.

You were scared, truly scared. In the village everyone liked to speculate, to talk about those semi-deities that protected the village from those unfaithful to the Black Gods. The lady in black was no exception, although you would have liked it to be.

Terror, nightmares, mind games, hallucinations… those seemed to be the powers of the youngest of the Lords. You certainly had no reason to doubt such rumors, but they weren't enough to reassure you, quite the contrary. Life in the castle was truly hard, all your companions kept an eye on Alcina Dimitrescu, avoiding being one of her frequent whims.

Luckily, you were spared from those nightly visits to her chambers, although you didn't know for how long. Free of that responsibility and the firm hand that controlled you in the castle, you should have been relieved, you couldn't.

Donna Beneviento was mysterious, dangerous, mentally ill, a reserved, isolated woman, a woman who always covered her face and who always aroused your curiosity. But curiosity and fear clashed with each other.

Working in the castle wasn’t pleasant, but not knowing what awaited you in that sinister mansion made you want to run back into the arms of your former mistress.

“Maid!” Angie shrieked when you reached the door, suddenly opening it and causing you to almost trip. “It's about time!”

“H-Hello,” you stammered, looking first at the Angie doll and moments later reaching the face of the lady, who was waiting patiently behind the puppet.

The woman in black barely moved, making a vague gesture with her head and turning, leaving you paralyzed.

“What are you doing, stupid? Come in,” Angie insisted, pulling on your dress to drag you into the mansion.

Everything around you was… damp. The walls had seen better days and the layer of dust in that place was even breathable. It seemed like an almost abandoned place, but at the same time you felt warmth, surely because of the lights that made it not seem like a sinister or terrible place.

“M-My lady,” you stammered, drawing Beneviento's attention.

She stopped in her slow walk, turning to look at you, taking several steps forward.

“I-I'm (Y/N),” you introduced yourself, bowing shakily.

The lady in black didn't move, she just watched you in silence, creating a terribly disturbing atmosphere between you two.

“I know who you are, you fool!” Angie shrieked, scaring you again, walking around you mockingly. “You're the gossipy maid.”

“Gossipy?” you asked, backing away slowly, keeping an eye on the exit door in case you had to flee.

“Don't play dumb, you fool,” Angie snapped, threateningly. “You're that stupid girl who talks about my Donna.”

“What? I, I don’t…” you said, terribly embarrassed. You didn’t think Alcina would give you away like that. “My lady, I promise you I…”

“Save your promises, silly maid, Alci told us you were talking about my Donna,” the doll accused you, unfortunately being right. “What do you have to say?”

“I’m sorry,” you said in a whisper, looking away from the black veil that remained impassive, watching you. “I didn’t mean to offend anyone, it’s just that… W-Well, I… just…”

“Ugh, shut up, you’re very annoying,” Angie protested, running back to her owner, also pulling at her black dress. “Donna, Donna, let me play with her. She’s a bad girl…”

The lady shook her head at the doll, denying her companion’s dark request, much to your relief. After a few more seconds of tension, she moved slowly towards you, with an elegant and stoic walk.

She was so close that you could hear her breathing through the black fabric, and when the woman raised a hand towards you, you couldn't help but shrink into yourself.

“Cosa fai?” she asked, leaving you even more frozen.

As far as you knew, no one, much less a simple maiden like you had ever heard Lady Beneviento speak in her own voice. It was a melodic voice, hoarse from lack of use, but it had a certain charm, or so it seemed to you at first.

“Um, I, I...” you stammered regaining your previous posture as the lady sighed, moving her arm towards you again. “I'm sorry.”

“What are you wearing?” the lady asked, not paying attention to the trembling that showed your fear.

“Um, a dress, my lady,” you said as best you could, looking away.

“Mm,” she murmured, touching your clothes passively, almost with contempt. “You didn't dress like that in the castle.”

“No, well, there I wore the uniform,” you explained, letting those slender fingers run over your dress.

She didn't seem to notice your discomfort, or rather, she didn't care at all. Lady Beneviento continued to run her hands over your dress, allowing you to confirm that indeed, she was a young woman. You wondered if those hands were as soft as they seemed...

“Mm, so why aren't you wearing it here?” she asked in a serious tone, moving away a little from your personal space. “You're my maid, you have to dress like one.”

“Yes, well, I just arrived, my lady,” you said pleasantly, with a shy smile, tightly gripping the handle of your suitcase. “I'll change right away and…”

“Alcina told me I could do whatever I wanted with you,” Donna commented, tilting her head, making her black veil dance.

“Oh, um,” you said with wide eyes, praying to the Black Gods to have mercy on your soul. “I-I suppose that's what she told you…”

“Tell me, what should I do with you?” she asked again, with an impatient voice, which betrayed a certain nervousness. “I know what you said about me.”

“I didn't know that… well, I…” you stammered, with the suitcase shaking in your hand, closing your eyes to await your fate. “ I just spoke without knowing and… I…”

“You said I have pretty hands,” she interrupted you, joining her hands in front of your body. “Do you really think so?”

“Yes, of course, they… seem very soft,” you answered with your best performance, looking sideways at those hands, the hands of a woman who must be… beautiful?

“Mm,” she murmured again.

“Donna, Donna, let's play with her,” insisted Angie, who seemed impatient to torture you.

The lady looked slowly at her doll and then at you, in a strange way, staring at you so much that you could feel a cold draft on your chest.

“No, not now,” she finally answered.

Not now?

“My lady, I…” you whispered, not knowing whether to apologize or to directly ask for mercy for your poor unfortunate soul.

“Taci, I don't want to hear you, you annoy me,” the lady in black protested, with a cold, dark tone despite that melodic voice marked with a seductive accent. “From now on you are my maid, mine, do you hear me?”

You nodded, lowering your head.

“Listen carefully, silly, silly,” Angie sang, laughing in a disturbing way.

“I don't need to say what a maid does, do I?” Donna said, with a cocky, almost mocking tone, to which you shook your head. “I want you to clean the house, do the laundry, and…”

“I know what a maid does, my lady,” you interrupted, with the terrible idea of being somewhat defiant, a bad idea, of course.

“Mm, shut up while I'm talking,” the lady snapped at you, clenching her fists. “Don't disturb me when I'm working, and don't talk unless I ask you to, is that clear?”

“Yes, my lady,” you said, making your first mistake, speaking without permission, making the lady in black put the hands on her hips. “Oh, I'm sorry, I…”

“Well, let’s make a change: if I tell you to shut up, you shut up, better that way?”

“Yes, my lady,” you sighed nervously, wanting to get out of that place, wanting to go back to your life in the castle, something you never thought you wanted so badly.

“One more thing… You have to do what I tell you, when I tell you,” she hissed in a dangerous voice, approaching you again. “If you disobey me… you will regret it.”

“Yes, my lady,” you said, believing that at any moment your heart would fail you.

“Mm, take off that horrible dress and put on your maid uniform, then you can rest,” Donna ordered you, turning and walking away from you without paying you any attention.

“Sorry, my lady…” you said, interrupting her walk again. “Where…?”

“Piano superiore,” she whispered, pointing to the stairs and abandoning you definitively.

You decided not to say anything, to obey as you had been ordered and walk towards the stairs. On the wall, there was a portrait, a portrait of a beautiful woman that you couldn't help but notice.

Her cold gaze, her regal pose, the Angie doll in her arms… It could be Donna, or it couldn’t be. You thought you had enough punishment for your innate curiosity, but your insides were demanding a lot of answers to the questions you still had.

“Is that you?” you asked in a low voice, running a hand over the canvas, staring at her eyes. “Tell me, why are you covering yourself? You are a beautiful woman… but terrifying too,” you commented, slowly climbing the stairs, fleeing from the captivating gaze that caught your attention.

Without wasting time you changed your clothes, adjusting the somewhat indiscreet castle uniform while looking at yourself in an old mirror. Of course the room was small, but at least you wouldn't have to share it with anyone.

From that moment on you knew that this room was your refuge, it was a safe place, although you doubted if there really was a safe place in that house.

“Hey!” An unpleasant squeal scared you, making you stumble and fall on the bed.

The Angie doll was there, it made you nervous to think for how long.

“Miss… Angie,” you said with your hand on your chest, putting on your clothes and trying to regain your composure.

“Did I scare you?” she asked while laughing at your clumsy movements and your terrified look.

“You did,” you said, frowning. “I mean, miss.”

“Bah, stop with the formalities. I'm not Donna, although she doesn't really like that concept of... my lady either,” the doll said, mocking her owner and making you glance sideways at the door, just in case.

“She hates me, doesn't she?” you asked without really knowing why, why you were worried about your new lady's opinion of you.

“No,” Angie said, shaking her head. “My Donna has a habit of scaring everyone, but it's not her fault. Unlike me, the wonderful and majestic Angie, she doesn't know how to deal with people.”

“Um...” you murmured confused.

“It's nothing personal, she does it unintentionally,” the puppet explained, moving your stuff with childish curiosity. “I don't even believe that she would finally want to have a maid, I've been insisting for years.”

“I see,” you sighed, letting yourself fall on the bed, finding some comfort with the doll. “She seemed upset by… well, by what Alcina told her.”

“Upset? No,” the doll said, comically rummaging through your clothes. “Why would she be upset about that?”

“W-Well, Donna knows that Alcina heard me talk about her in the castle and…” you whispered, playing with your hands and watching Angie as she messed up your luggage.

“So?” the doll asked, finally emerging from your luggage. “My Donna likes when people say nice things about her.”

You stepped back, frowning and starting to get more and more confused.

“N-Nice things?” you asked with a trembling voice, scratching the back of your neck. “I…”

“Yes, yes, yes…” Angie said, interrupting you abruptly. “I know, she has a nice body, her hands are beautiful, she probably is beautiful … you don't need to repeat it, silly.”

“Um, I, I… I thought that…” you stammered.

Well, Angie didn't lie, you had said those things in the kitchen, but you had also questioned her appearance, you had speculated about the monster that black veil must hide.

You didn't know why Alcina had been spared the worst part of your gossipy comment. The situation was getting more and more tense, but you couldn't help but feel relieved.

Donna didn't know that dark part of your conversation, although her threatening and arrogant attitude seemed to say the opposite.

“What? Were you lying? You gossipy maid...” Angie hissed, pointing at you and getting very close to your personal space.

“No, no, no,” you said nervously, waving your hands in a defensive position. “I wasn't lying, that's what I think.”

“Good, because Donna would be very disappointed if you were, and I suppose you intuit what happens to stupid girls who disappoint my Donna, right?” the doll threatened.

“Um, I don't know,” you murmured, still looking at the door.

“Well, the truth is that I don't know either, you're the first fool who works as her maid,” Angie said, somewhat thoughtful, sitting down next to you.

“Yeah, um, hey, Angie, you don't seem to hate me too much,” you said with a cautious tone, making the doll turn around amused.

“That remains to be seen, silly”

“Yeah, um, could you give me some advice? I mean, I'd like not to disappoint your Donna, but it's just that… I-I don't know how to be with her, she's… weird,” you said nervously, studying the doll's subtle reaction.

“Oh, yes, she's very weird,” Angie confirmed. “But don't worry, she won't hurt you if you're nice to her, especially if you keep saying such nice things…” the doll whispered in a confident manner. “Although don't expect her to thank you, my Donna is very reclusive.”

The first few days were the worst.

The lady in black was certainly a woman who wasn’t well in the head, but in all that time you hadn't noticed anything as serious as the rumors said. She was simply… there. Sometimes she watched you in silence, other times it was as if you didn't exist. You couldn't say you were comfortable, but your stay wasn't unpleasant either.

Little by little you asked yourself questions, you let curiosity accompany you at night, imagining a thousand horrible things that could be under that black veil, things that were pushed out of your mind when you remembered that beautiful portrait. You couldn't say that woman attracted you in any way, but at the same time you couldn't stop thinking about her.

She was so mysterious, so strange that you couldn't help but direct your gaze towards her from time to time, noticing every detail of her body dressed in black, her hands, her careful manicure, the elegance of her walk.

Anyway, you didn't have many more things to entertain yourself with in that place. After two weeks, loneliness began to fall on you, but, if you wanted to serve your new mistress, you would have to endure a little longer. Who knows, maybe one day Alcina would call and you would return to the castle.

On the one hand you wanted it to happen, on the other you wanted to stay a little longer, to discover something else about that mysterious lady.

“(Y/N),” her dark voice called you from the hallway while you were cleaning like every morning. “What are you doing?”

“Oh, um, cleaning, my…. Donna,” you said without meaning to, remembering the words of the Angie doll the first day. Seeing her nervous reaction, you immediately regretted your words. “Oh, sorry, my lady, Angie told me that…”

“What's wrong? You don't like my name?” she asked with an offended tone, tilting her black veil.

“Of course I like it, it's a beautiful name,” you said in your defense, dealing with the lady's erratic attitude. “I-It means woman in Italian, right?”

“Mm,” Donna murmured with disinterest. “Angie is right. I don't like you calling me as if I were your former owner.”

“Owner?” you asked to yourself, blinking in confusion. “I-It's okay, Donna,” you said faking a smile. “Do you need something?”

“You haven't cleaned the basement in two weeks, (Y/N), why?” the lady asked, with a soft, but serious tone.

“Um, well, I… I didn't want to disturb you,” you said with an apologetic look. “I thought…”

“What did you think? Do you need me to tell you what you have to do at every moment?” she questioned, with a pretentious tone. “Are you stupid?”

“No, I…” you said annoyed by that out of context insult, but you stood firm. “You told me not to do anything you didn't ask me to and…”

She sighed, relaxing her posture a little, as if she had somehow become nervous, something curious.

“W-Well, I'm asking you now, I need you to clean the workshop,” she said with a brittle, nervous, even embarrassed tone.

“Okay,” you whispered, walking towards the hallway she indicated, passing close, very close to her.

A shiver ran down your spine, making you tremble when you noticed how her hand brushed against yours due to the proximity. Surely it was just that, a casual brush, but you couldn't help but think that she had done it on purpose, that her fingers moved just at the moment you passed by her.

You blinked confused and looked at her out of the corner of your eye, but you didn't say anything, just like her, who just followed you slowly, walking behind you, making the sound of her heels on the wood seem like some kind of subtle threat.

Donna entered the elevator with you and leaned down to press the button, brushing her arm against your body again. You should feel uncomfortable with that contact, but you didn't. Your cheeks flushed as you noticed the lady's lavender scent, as you noticed her so close to your body.

You shook your head and looked ahead, but you kept noticing something, a look, a look that didn't seem to want to move from yours as you descended. You really couldn't be sure if she was really watching you in silence but... what else could she be looking at?

“I'll try not to disturb you too much,” you whispered as you entered the workshop, seeing how the lady ignored you again, sitting at her work table and nodding slowly, almost imperceptibly.

“Va bene,” she sighed with a soft, muffled voice, grabbing a porcelain head that gave you another kind of chills.

In silence, far from any source of natural light or even from Angie, your undercover ally, you felt the atmosphere full of tension, full of an uncomfortable heaviness.

With all your skill and discretion, you cleaned each of the shelves in that place, feeling a small pang in your back, a silent alert that your body sent to your mind, making you turn your head.

Again, again those invisible eyes were watching you. Her veil looked towards you, until your eyes fell on it. The lady turned her head slowly, going over the details of the porcelain.

You noticed a detail… You had seen that head, but you hadn’t seen progress in its painting, so… Donna hadn’t been working but… she had been watching you all the time.

You swallowed as you tried to keep your shaking hand from wiping away the dust. The thought of the lady watching you definitely didn't make you uncomfortable at all, but you felt warmth slowly rose up your legs until it settled in your chest.

The sound of the chair dragging across the floor alerted you, causing you to wake up from that strange dream and clean faster. One step, two, the lady in black was slowly approaching and you had to fight not to let yourself be carried away by your instincts and turn around.

“Donna,” you said in a formal tone, stepping away when the lady seemed to be searching for something on the shelves, looking at you briefly. “Do you need something?”

“No,” she whispered coldly, bringing you closer as she moved some paint jars.

The lavender was present again and the warmth that lay in your chest spread to your cheeks. Her body was brushing against yours, her dress was brushing against yours, she was too close and for some reason you didn't care.

You gasped in surprise when you noticed something on your back, a hand running slowly up and down. It couldn't be anyone else, it was Donna. It was her hand exploring your uniform while she pretended to be searching for something.

Slowly her gaze returned to yours, she moved away from your eyes the view you had of the side of her face: black hair framing a normal ear and a pale skin that you were convinced was soft, very soft.

Her fingers continued to play with your back, passing over your neck and finally moving away from your skin. Of course Donna was perfectly aware of what she was doing, bringing that daring hand to your waist, passing over it with a subtle touch.

“Il tuo corpo è bellisimo…” she whispered in your ear, coming closer, leaning in slowly as her hands began to run over your figure.

“S-Sorry?” you asked nervously, letting yourself be carried away by those strange sensations due to the softness of her discreet caresses.

“Unlike you, I'm not afraid to tell you,” Donna whispered, abandoning your personal space, letting the cold be the signal your body had to relax. “Che stai guardando? Keep working, maid,” she said, returning to her chair, leaving you completely paralyzed.

“O-Okay,” you whispered, with the cloth shaking in your hand, with your heart beating rapidly.

You didn't know what had happened exactly, but you did know that it had been something intentional.

The lady in black had approached you, had touched you subtly, had commented that your body seemed beautiful to her, or so you thought. It was probably just a test. To your surprise, it wasn't.

It didn't matter much what you were doing. Sometimes she would come closer in silence, just to brush against you, to have her body caress yours, passing it off as a coincidence.

Her fingers would sometimes run over your skin, sometimes would smooth your hair. Always in silence, always with your own body freezing, allowing those teasing, those caresses on your skin that seemed to have no sense.

Other times the lady's attitude was different, she could be calm, and suddenly get nervous. She never apologized for those approaches, and she knew she didn't have to, but she made some comment, some observation out loud that praised some of your virtues.

The softness of your skin, your supposedly perfect neck, questions about what kind of beauty your uniform hid... They were disturbing comments if you weren't enjoying them.

You soon got used to those shy and at the same time brazen approaches, letting your skin be just a canvas for her hands, to touch, to touch whatever they wanted. She was your mistress, and you wanted to continue seeing her that way, but you couldn't help but dream of those caresses, of that woman in the portrait, with that black veil on a face that you were sure was beautiful.

Of course you found a certain mockery in her words, certain references to the comments you made about Donna and that Alcina didn't hesitate to tell her. Was she laughing at you? Did she like to make you nervous? Was it a sign of her power over you, over her maid?

More and more questions and fewer answers.

The only thing you knew, the only thing you didn't understand, was the heat your body generated with those touches, the heat you felt one day when you were cleaning the kitchen and the lady came closer without stopping looking at you, bending down to take something from a cupboard, making her breasts brush against yours.

The heat was unbearable. The trembling of your body prevented you from doing anything but smile shyly at that contact. You even began to wish for it, even to wake up wondering if she would ever do it again or if she would get tired of making fun of you. Denying that Donna attracted you would be like denying your own existence and you simply couldn't do that.

You existed, your body existed; you wondered if perhaps it only did so Donna would touch it.

“Oh, no thank you,” you said one evening, an evening when Donna asked you to have dinner with her, something that was increasingly common.

Normally silence was the only thing you could hear during those meals, meals that your mistress prepared for you. You never thanked her for that gesture because, according to Donna, you should do what she asked you, without saying a single word.

The veiled lady took the bottle from your glass with a slow gesture as if she couldn't, simply couldn't stop watching you.

“Do you reject my kindness?” she asked in a cold tone, far removed from the melodic and honeyed accent she used when she felt like touching you. “You're rude.”

“Oh, I don't want to reject anything, but I never drink at work, Alcina didn't allow it,” you commented with an innocent gesture, starting to eat.

Donna, for some reason, found something wrong with that comment, leaving the bottle on the table with a loud bang, growling.

“Are you still thinking about her? I should have assumed that one of her maids wouldn't forget her easily,” Donna hissed, crossing her arms.

“No, I...” you said nervously not knowing the reason for her abrupt reaction.

“Taci, I don't want to hear you defend her,” she told you in a cold tone, her hands trembling dangerously. “You're probably looking forward to getting back with her, aren't you?”

“No, I…” you stammered again, with a sad look. “The truth is that I'm fine here, with you.”

“Mm,” Donna murmured, lowering her head again, moving the black cloth away from her face a little so she could eat. “I'm convinced that you miss a woman as beautiful as her, right?”

“What? Oh, no, the truth is that…” you said even more nervously not understanding the reason for her sudden anger.

“You'll always be hers, right?” she sighed, disappointed with your vague answers. “You're not able to have some wine with me because you're still loyal to her.”

“That's not true,” you said, shaking your head.

“Vaffanculo,” the lady hissed, clenching her cutlery very tightly. “You say that you think I'm beautiful, but in reality you only think about her. You will leave me. You will abandon me to return to her arms, to that beautiful woman’s arms.”

“You are talking nonsense, Donna, you must calm down, I…” you said fearfully, trying to make a bold move, to reach her hand to caress it.

“Lasciami, domestica,” she growled, moving away from your touch, opening a wound in your fragile heart.

How could Donna think you missed Alcina if you couldn't stop thinking about her caresses? How could she be jealous of that woman if she never had the privilege of touching you like that? You didn't understand, you simply didn't understand.

“Clear the table, we're done,” Donna whispered, getting up and leaving senseless, leaving you wanting to know what she would say about your body, if she would say you were beautiful again.

You couldn't do anything but obey, going down to the kitchen to clean the dishes, thinking, mulling over that absurd jealousy that seemed to have come out of nowhere.

Your body was cold, eager for her hands, for her caresses. Your heart was beating impatiently to feel her close to you again and you, unknowingly, by rejecting something as stupid as a glass of wine, had lost that opportunity.

The sadness of her absence revealed some feelings that you refused to accept, that attraction Donna exerted on you, the attraction that turned into an embarrassed crush, one that you would never recognize.

A tear ran down your cheek just as Donna entered the kitchen, leaving a cup of tea on the counter, without touching you, staying subtly away from you.

“You forget this, you clumsy maid,” she murmured with contempt, moving away from you again.

You couldn't stand it, you couldn't stand the lavender disappearing that soon, her hands not running over your skin, not playing with your hair at the same time as her words played with your heart. You wanted her, you needed her.

“Donna,” you whispered, getting her attention just before she disappeared again. “Please, touch me.”

The lady stood upright, thoughtful, but it didn't take her too long to take two steps towards you while you turned around, turning your back for her to do whatever she wanted, to feel her hands around your waist again.

That pleasant sensation returned to your body. Her hands traveled hesitantly down your back, over your hips as her body came closer. Afraid to think she would never believe your devotion, you took another chance, bringing your trembling hand to hers, guiding it down your body.

The silence was only broken by nervous breaths as your hands went up to your breasts, as her fingers closed over one of them, as your bodies swayed subtly.

You closed your eyes to enjoy these new caresses, releasing her hand to let it to do what it wanted, to take what she wanted. Her fingers tickled your neck and her hand squeezed your breast making you gasp as your helpless body clung to hers.

“I would like to believe that you are mine,” Donna whispered in your ear, leaning on your neck, brushing your skin with her breath through the black fabric of her veil, as her hands gripped your waist, passing over your belly, over your breasts again, over your legs.

You were hopelessly in love, dazzled by that lustful touch that seemed to not want to lose its innocence. Heat rose up your cheeks, your hands began to sweat, joining hers again, lowering them down the skirt of your uniform, forcing them to run over the skin that ridiculous dress covered.

Donna didn't say anything. She just watched you out of the corner of her eye as you guided her movements towards your underwear. With a gentle slap she removed your hands from hers, claiming their independence as they conquered your incipient wetness.

Her mischievous fingers slipped through the fabric, feeling, caressing your folds with delicacy, introducing one of them little by little, with a constant rhythm.

“Donna...” you gasped at the sensation, at the pleasure of having her inside you, of having that soft finger playing with you, making your fantasies come true.

You opened your eyes, turning your attention away from the pleasure you felt when you noticed something, something pressing against your body, something that deformed the black fabric of her dress in a subtle way, but enough for you to notice.

Confused, you pulled away, shaking your head, causing her to back away.

“Donna, what...?” you asked, knowing what it was exactly, what you were feeling, knowing that no matter how many rumors there were, no one knew Lady Beneviento.

“It's a gift from the Gods, (Y/N),” the lady hissed, with a cold tone. “I won't let you reject it.”

Her tone became darker and darker and without saying another word, or letting you ask or question what was happening, the lady in black pulled your hair hard, pushing you away from the counter and guiding you towards the kitchen island, pushing you face down on it.

“Donna, wait,” you said somewhat nervously, sorry for having offended her.

Well, actually you had heard rumors about the changes that the Gods’ gift caused in the lady's body, but you never paid attention to them. They seemed like impossible exaggerations.

Of course it was all true, and instead of being scared or asking more questions, you decided to go with the flow.

“Shut up, maid…” she hissed, pulling your hair again. “I won't let you reject me, you can't reject me!” she yelled madly, terribly nervous, while her hands wasted no time, pushing aside your uniform and lowering definitely your underwear.

“Donna, Don… Ah!” you screamed when without warning her erection made its way through your wet walls, stretching and causing you a slightly painful discomfort. “Donna, please … It hurts”

“Shut up,” she said, moving her hips hastily while she growled at the feeling of having claimed you, of having made you hers with just one rough movement. “I don't care if you don't want it…”

“I want it,” you said, beginning to notice how the pain disappeared, how your body adapted to her trembling shaft, caressing it, squeezing it. “I… want it…”

She stopped, ceasing her thrusts and running a hand over your face, tilting it up to study it better, to look for the lie in your words.

“Do you want it?” Donna asked with a serious voice, placing herself in a more comfortable position. “Do you want me?”

“Yes…” you moaned as you noticed lust for the first time, as you felt her penis settle inside you more and more easily, sending a wave of overwhelming sensations to your body. “I love you…”

She didn't say anything, but she did resume her movements slower, rocking her hips, enjoying the tight ride of your walls on her erection. The moans came out of your mouth, expressing the pleasure you felt with her inside you, with that touch, those games she played with you for so long.

The pleasure was intense and you could only close your eyes and let yourself be carried away by it, by the sensations, by the obscene and wet sound that bounced off the kitchen walls. Her hands gripped your hips; her perfect nails scratched your skin, guiding your body, moving it, conquering it completely.

“Sei mia…” she hissed, entering you completely, leaning over your raised chin and speaking in your ear as the sensation became more and more intense.

“I'm yours…” you whispered, unable to suppress the moans that clouded your statements, with lust unleashed, wanting more, much more. “Donna, please, keep going… keep going…”

A sinister laugh came out of the black veil as she resumed her thrusts, increasingly wet, easier. Your body accepted Donna without fear, hugging her, squeezing her, wanting to feel every part of her, to imprison her, to not let her escape.

“Mm, you are a naughty maid…” the lady whispered again, being as far inside you as possible, moving back as she watched how she took you, how her erection disappeared in your wet entrance. “Do you want more, tesoro?”

“Yes, yes,” you said with a moan of pleasure while your hips moved nervously.

You wanted to feel more, you wanted to notice how she broke your innocence, you wanted to prove that you were hers, and you would never be anyone else's.

The moans eclipsed any comment, any obscene and incomprehensible whisper. Donna's thrusts were intense, but they almost seemed like caresses, precise caresses that made your body tremble.

“(Y/N)…” the lady sobbed, drawing your attention as she leaned her body towards yours, still moving. “(Y/N), per favore… tell me you'll never leave me.”

“What?” you asked surprised, holding back the desire your body had to release, to tense up and let out the pleasure with a fierce cry. “Donna…”

“Say it! Please say it…” she insisted, hugging you from behind almost desperately, becoming very rough with her thrusts. “Ti sto supplicando, per favore! Say that you’re going to stay with me… forever…”

“Yes, yes, yes! I will stay with you, Donna!” you screamed, unable to hold back your release any longer, tensing your whole body, feeling a certain discomfort as you noticed how hers imprisoned you, how she held you desperately.

“Oh, Cazzo, I’m going to…” she hissed, moaning for the last time, releasing her seed inside you with an intense moan, tensing up just like you, while her heat caressed your walls.

Neither of you said anything. Donna simply pulled away slowly, putting away her shame again and controlling her breathing. You felt wet, dirty and desecrated, but no one said that it wasn't feeling good.

You felt a unique release, the materialization of everything that had happened up to that moment, you felt love, desire, passion, you felt her, you felt her deep inside you, and above all, you felt you didn't want to lose her.

“Donna…” you sighed, pulling up your underwear and turning around, watching as the lady stood, breathing nervously. “I want to stay with you, I'm in love with…”

“Un attimo, (Y/N),” Donna interrupted, bringing a hand to her black veil, moving it aside slowly, very slowly. “My penis isn't the only thing I've been hiding from you.”

You stood perplexed, seeing the lady in the portrait in front of you, seeing her black hair, her pale skin, a single bright eye that seemed to want to cry. She was… you didn't know what to say, she was simply beautiful.

Her scar, the different parts of her body were no reason to run away, to stop admitting that you loved the lady in black, that you were always wrong, that she wasn’t a monster, but the most beautiful woman you had ever met.

“Say something,” she said, frowning at your astonished look. “Am I the hideous creature you imagined?”

“What?” you said thoughtfully.

All this time you were wrong, Alcina had told her everything she had heard.

“Tell me, tell me because otherwise... I...” she murmured, bringing a hand to your face, a trembling hand that caressed your cheek. “No one had ever thought that I have beautiful hands, or that my body is beautiful... you are the only one who has done so.”

“I...”

“Shh...” she hissed, putting a finger on your lips. “I've made you mine, I've taken you, I've claimed your body, but I'd like to think there's something else, that you feel something for me just like I do for you.”

“Donna, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, I will never regret having thought of it, or telling you at this very moment,” you whispered, getting a little closer to her, with your legs numb, but determined. “Yes, you’ve made me yours, you have taken my body, but… there is still something, something I am dying to do, something I have been dreaming of for a long time.”

“What…” she whispered, while your hands guided hers to your waist and your lips slowly approached.

It was a slow kiss, almost clumsy, but deep. Seeing how beautiful she was, how lonely she was, how much she wanted to hear someone say that she was beautiful… it seemed tender to you, sweet, just like that wet and slow kiss.

You slowly moved away while she watched you absentmindedly, playing with your hair, with a half smile on her face.

“I wanted to kiss you,” you murmured, your eyes shining, cupping her face in your hands. “I want to keep doing it, forever.”

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 2 days ago

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Hi! I enjoy suffering for a couple of minutes with your angst stories hahaha

It's a fact that Donna is a very cultured woman so how about a storie where she and reader are soon to be married and all that, but reader insecurities have been eating her alive cuz she doesn't feel intelligent enough next to Donna, like they don't share the same music taste, maybe reader enjoys pop and newer artists unlike Donna and she tries to suppress that. reader thinks donna will think less of her or something.

one day maybe one of donna's siblings makes fun of reader's lack of knowledge in the arts or something and that makes reader just snaps and cause a fight back at home and throwing the wedding ring to donna and telling her to find a wife worthy of someone smart like her. donna comforts reader telling her she only wants her, and already noticing that reader doesn't know the same things like her, tells her she knows about other stuff and has other talents making reader realize she is also smart, but with other stuff. fluff at the end of course, not all can't be angst 😅

Yesss!!! I don't know if I should feel flattered to know you suffered... (I'm just joking :P) Thank you for your support and for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :))))

Not enough for you

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, insecurities…

Word count: 7,155

Summary: You thought she was perfect, and you just were stupid....

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Just a heads up: Everyone has their own talents, and I don't think someone is less smart or intelligent. All the people are genius in doing something, the thing is to find what, just remember that!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours :))) I love you all!!!

“Do you think it can be fixed? Maybe we should call the Duke and…” Donna commented as you crouched down, looking at the old record player.

“Mm, let me take a look,” you said, opening the closet doors and illuminating the intricacies of the device with a flashlight. “Yes, I know where the problem is, come.”

The lady in black nodded suspiciously, looking at the place you indicated while arching your eyebrows, satisfied.

“I don't see anything, tesoro,” she said, frowning.

“It's this piece here, it seems that time has passed too quickly for it,” you said amused, moving away from the closet and searching for something in a toolbox. “It just needs to be replaced.”

Donna nodded slowly as you searched for the desired item with a concentrated look.

“Aspetta, (Y/N), it might be dangerous,” the lady said, putting a hand on your shoulder before you started to dig around in the record player. “It might give you a cramp or…”

“Bah, calm down,” you sighed with a distorted voice, as you grabbed the flashlight with your teeth. “Mm, jusft, a bif, tighfer and… voilà,” you finally said, with a satisfied smile, standing up and brushing the dust off your dress.

“Is that it?” she asked, looking at the machine with curiosity. “That easy?”

“Look,” you said with a triumphant look, bringing the old piece closer to the lady. “Do you see this thing here? It seems that it was so worn out that it wasn't able to make the disc tray spin,” you explained, running your finger along the frayed piece. “I think that's why we always listened to the same 2 seconds over and over again.”

“Oh,” Donna sighed, making the same gesture and confirming your words. “It seems that nothing lasts forever”

“It will last, as long as I'm here,” you said arching your eyebrows and putting away the tools. “There is no device that can resist me.”

“I see,” the lady in black said, laughing amused and unexpectedly grabbing your waist while placing a soft kiss on your lips. “Thank you, Lady Beneviento.”

You blushed and gave a soft punch to her shoulder while you struggled amused against her kisses.

“Hey, you haven't stolen my last name yet, let me enjoy it while I can,” you joked, stealing another kiss from the lady. “There's still a month left,”

“I still can't believe you're going to be my wife...” Donna whispered, joining her forehead with yours while her hands caressed your cheeks. “Sometimes I think I'm dreaming and that one day I'll wake up... and you won't be here anymore...”

You opened your eyes and shook your head, lifting the lady's chin.

“Hey, Donna,” you said, getting her attention, taking her out of a brief sad moment, of painful memories. “This is better than any dream.”

She smiled, kissing you again and lifting you in the air, spinning you like one of her old records, creating tender laughter that bounced off the walls of the old mansion.

It had surely been a long time since that wallpaper and those wooden panels had witnessed the happiness of their owner.

“(Y/N)… my wife,” the lady murmured with a tender smile, brushing her nose against yours and making you blush again. “I never thought there would be someone like you in my life, someone to marry, to start a family with…”

“Wow, slow down, darling,” you said amused, pushing the doll maker away with a frown. “Don't go so fast, you are immortal, aren't you? We have enough time for that.”

“You're right, I'm sorry,�� she said in a low voice, blinking to get out of her own fantasies. “Sometimes I get too excited.”

“It's okay, I like the way you are, Donna,” you responded to her apologies, stealing one last kiss and definitely moving away from her. Otherwise, you couldn't do it; you were terribly addicted to her kisses.

It was another day, another day that joined the countdown of the most important moment of your life.

In that sinister village, love was the last thing you could expect. Fidelity to the Gods, responsibilities to them and the Lords kept you, the poor villagers, from wishing or dreaming of a normal life.

But you always lived in your dreams, in the desire to change the destiny that had been programmed for you when you were born. You weren’t a fervent devotee like the rest of your friends, and to you, Mother Miranda, and her adopted children weren’t deities but obstacles to deal with.

You always tried to stay away from that fanaticism. You never wanted to follow the complacent and submissive flock. Surely you deserved to be punished for your lack of faith, but soon you learned that your different attitude wouldn’t give you problems, but quite the opposite.

When you met her, when Donna Beneviento, youngest Lord and a dark woman, crossed your path, you began to think that perhaps in some way they were Gods. You didn't think so because of her powers, her living doll, or her beauty, one that took you too long to discover.

The attraction you began to feel for her was very different from your previous love infatuations. Donna exerted an unknown, addictive and merciless influence on you, forcing you, shortly after kissing her lips for the first time, to fall madly in love with her.

Yes, it wasn’t easy to deal with a woman like her; a woman with complexes about her appearance, a sick woman who from a very early age had to see herself enveloped in the halo of darkness that the embrace of the Black Gods gave her without asking.

Difficulties, crises, jealousy, doubts… It was an odyssey worthy of telling in a boring romance book, but it was your odyssey, your adventure, the conquest of a wounded heart, of a lost soul that found its place with you.

After several years in the old mansion, of kisses, hugs, passion, laughter, tears… the lady in black couldn’t wait any longer to strengthen your commitment, to impatiently ask you that words stop being just that, and become an unbreakable union.

Fearing that your romance was only fleeting, full of doubts and insecurities, Donna took the next step to convince you and herself that you would never leave her, that there would be something, a ceremony that would say that indeed, your love was forever.

You couldn't say that you had no doubts about marriage, because that would be a lie. It seemed a little hasty to you despite those 4 wonderful years. Maybe it was because you never considered getting married as something truly important in a place like that.

But, above all, it was important to Donna, and that was all you needed when the lady knelt down and swore eternal love to you by showing you a shiny ring. You rambled for days about what your new status would be: wife of a Lord, consort Lord, wife of an immortal demigoddess...

All of that was just rambling, the product of the innocent doubts of a 21-year-old girl facing something as serious and adult as marriage. You stopped seeing it that way very soon after and you knew exactly what you would be: You would be Donna's wife, and that was more than enough; you would be just (Y/N) Beneviento.

“My love... Are you okay?” you asked carefully when you saw that the lady didn’t move from the spot, looking at the floor. “Honey, you are shaking...” you said worriedly as you took her hand.

“No, I'm not okay,” Donna murmured, blinking erratically, breathing the same way. “I-I got suddenly nervous...”

“Mm,” you murmured caressing her cheek, sad to see how the lady's madness always chose the worst moment to show itself. “Shh, calm down, honey... Oh, Donna, are you having another crisis?”

The lady only nodded, letting herself be comforted by your caresses.

“I-I need a moment,” she whispered with a broken voice, surely fighting against the demons in her mind. “I have to make them shut up…”

“I'll tell Angie to stay with you,” you whispered in a tender voice, enduring the excessively strong grip of her hand in yours. “I'm going to... I'm going to make you some tea.”

“N-No, io...” she stammered, shaking her head. “I'll go, (Y/N), I want to be alone... yes, I... I'll be right back.”

“Okay,” you sighed, nodding and being an expert in controlling those episodes, knowing what to do at every moment. “Okay, honey.”

Poor Donna. Fate had been terribly cruel to her, leaving the illness of her mind as the only memory of her family. It was terribly painful for her but for you, it was much worse.

Luckily, over time you learned to take care of her, to comfort her when the voices in her head whispered horrible things. For you, nothing was impossible with her, nothing would ever stop you from loving her.

“Perdonami, (Y/N)” Donna whispered, moving away from you and walking quickly towards the elevator hallway, letting a sob escape from her lips.

“Donna…” you sighed, feeling helpless for not being able to do anything else for her, resigning and letting yourself fall on the couch, looking for the book you used to read. “Well, I can only wait.”

The truth is that you were never bored during those waits or during Donna's work with her dolls. It was a big mansion, with many old devices to tinker with and an unfinished mountain of books to read.

Besides, you always had company, the Angie doll always ran away from her owner's fits of madness for fear of being deactivated. Well, that’s what she told you, you knew that in reality, even if she denied it, that irreverent doll enjoyed your company.

“It was the detective,” the doll said, pointing at your book with enthusiasm. “I'm sure, silly.”

“How could it have been the detective? Angie, haven't you heard the story?” you asked amused, turning a page. “It was the dressmaker.”

“Oh, you're so sure of your words,” the doll hummed, sitting on your lap. “Where does it say that?”

“It doesn't say that, that's the point,” you said. “Do you even know how to read?”

“I can read your mind,” Angie hissed, getting too close to your face.

“Oh, really?” you asked as your eyes wandered over the letters of that detective story. “Well, I hope you're not reading it to me right now…”

“Hey, you shouldn't judge any character before knowing the truth,” the doll snapped at you, making you roll your eyes. “You have no proof.”

“Oh, I have,” you said nodding, turning another page, looking up when you heard the familiar sound of heels on wood. “Donna, are you better?”

“Sì,” the lady replied, her expression more relaxed, embarrassed. “I'm sorry.”

“Don't be,” you said, going back to your book.

“Hey, Donna, Donna,” the doll said jumping off the couch and tugging at the lady's black dress. “The fool thinks she's Sherlock Holmes or something, she says it was the dressmaker.”

“We were reading,” you explained, letting the lady come closer, giving you a soft kiss on the cheek and glancing at your reading.

“The Tape-Measure Murder,” she commented, whispering the title. “Mm, I'm convinced you don't need to read the end to find out the truth.”

“Sometimes Agatha Christie makes it too easy… it's obvious that it was the dressmaker,” you said amused, raising and lowering your eyebrows.

“You see? She thinks she's Miss Marple,” Angie said, pointing at you mockingly. “It was the detective.”

“I don't want to spoil the ending,” Donna said with a tender smile, pinching your cheek. “But (Y/N) is right… it was the dressmaker,” she whispered, making you protest with a sigh.

“Eh, thank you very much,” you said closing the book. “But well, I was right after all,” you said, looking at Angie in a satisfied way, making her grunt.

“I'm sorry, I'm not as discreet as I thought,” your fiancée apologized, shaking her head. “Mm, but you had barely started reading it,” she commented curiously. “How did you know?”

“The clues were too clear,” you said with a petulant tone. “It might seem like a setup, something so obvious it couldn’t be true, but you know, I’m good at crime.”

Donna laughed, giving you a soft kiss on the lips, to which Angie protested with a disgusted grunt, making you both laugh cutely as you separated.

“Mm, detective stories are fine, but I think you could start with something a little more serious,” Donna commented, standing up towards a bookshelf.

You nodded curiously, picking up the bulky book the lady handed you.

“Crime and Punishment, Fyodor Dos… Do… Dostres…” you read, frowning at the author’s complicated last name.

“Fyodor Dostoyevsky,” Donna corrected in a friendly tone, to which you arched, nodding absentmindedly. “If you like crime, I think you might be interested.”

“It seems… broad,” you whispered, flipping through the old pages. “Is it funny?”

“Well, depending on how you look at it,” Donna said, with an elegant smile. “It goes deep into the thoughts of a man who wants to commit murder, his conscience, his fears…”

“Oh,” you said disinterestedly, frowning. “But there are unsolved crimes?”

“Read it, it's worth it,” your girlfriend told you, patting you on the shoulder. “I think I'll be a little more boring,” she murmured amused, picking up another book and walking towards the entrance. “I'll put on some music, taking advantage of the fact that my future wife has fixed the record player…”

“I love you,” you whispered confidently, blowing her a kiss in the air.

The atmosphere was calm. Classical music was playing to give even more serenity to the room, but that didn't necessarily have to be a good thing. As you read that complicated book, accompanied by the soft chords of Donna's favorite music, your eyelids seemed affected by gravity.

Yes, you liked detective novels, and you were downright good at guessing the culprit before they revealed themselves, but the book Donna gave you was much more complicated than that and the words jumbled around in your brain.

You liked reading, of course, but you liked to something much lighter, not something that was undoubtedly, inducing you to sleep.

“(Y/N),” Donna said, nudging you slightly. “Are you falling asleep?”

“What?” you asked with a hoarse voice giving away the correct answer, settling down on the couch “No, no, it's... interesting.”

“Honey, your eyes are closing,” she said amused while you maintained a proud pose. “You don't like the book?”

“Oh, yes, yes, it's very entertaining,” you lied, feeling a familiar pang in your chest, an embarrassed blush appearing on your cheeks.

It wasn't the first time it happened. Donna Beneviento, contrary to what was often said in the village, wasn’t just a madwoman. She was a terribly cultured and intelligent woman, and you loved that about her.

But sometimes, just sometimes, you felt that her intelligence was far superior to yours, that somehow, you were a little more… normal. Of course, you ignored all these senseless paranoia, but, from time to time, they came back to haunt you.

You didn't want to seem like an uncultured girl, or uninterested in complicated subjects like art, history or philosophy. You had long since begun to pretend that you weren't so bored by a complicated reading or the soft melody of a work composed centuries ago.

You didn't know what Donna would think if she knew that all of that made you sleepy, you didn't want her to think that you were inferior to her, in any way.

“It's this music, it's making me sleepy,” you said yawning and looking for an excuse for your sudden sleep.

“Oh, I thought you liked classical music,” Donna said, looking at you curiously.

“Yes, and I like it…” you lied, getting up from the couch to clear your head. “But I'd prefer something more… lively.”

“Okay,” Donna nodded, getting up to the record player and stopping that soporific melody. “What do you want?”

“Oh, no, no, no not on that old thing,” you said amused, walking towards an old music player you bought from the Duke and that you fixed yourself. “Now it's my turn.”

“Um, (Y/N)…” the lady said, playing with her hands while you manipulated your record collection.

“Let's see, let's see…” you murmured, feeling Angie climbing up your body.

“This one, this one!” the doll squealed, pointing to one of your favorite records.

“Isn't it a bit old?” you asked with the box in your hand. “Well, it could be considered classical music, don't you think, honey?” you said to the lady, handing her the CD, as she looked at it curiously.

“Spi… Spice…” the lady murmured, looking at the cover.

“Spice Girls, honey, a classic,” you corrected with a smug smile. “This sure lifts my spirits.”

“A classic? It says here that it's from 1996,” Donna protested, frowning as you snatched the box from her, putting the CD in the player. “You could say that it was just yesterday, (Y/N).”

“It's been over 20 years, Donna, so it's classical music,” you joked again, pressing the button. “Hey, Angie, I think you know the first song…”

“Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want!” Angie sang as the music started playing, jumping up and down on the floor.

“So tell me what you want, what you really, really want,” you continued, high-fiving the doll, the only one who seemed happy with your choice.

Donna stood with a frown, gently lowering the volume on the player as you sat back down on the couch.

“Ah, much better,” you commented, picking up the book again and looking at the lady over it. “Hey, honey, aren’t you coming?”

“How can you read with this music? It’s impossible,” she said in a slightly childish tone. “Cos’è questo?”

“Music, dolcezza,” you said ironically, shaking your head. “I would have liked to play something more recent, but lately the Duke is short of contraband material.”

“No wonder. This is horrible, they don't even know how to sing,” the lady said, crossing her arms as the music seemed to destroy her ears.

“Donna…” you sighed, rolling your eyes and moving a leg to the rhythm of the music. “Stop complaining and come here.”

“You can't even dance to this,” she protested again, approaching you and glancing sideways at the stereo. “Is this really music?”

“Angie knows how to dance to it,” you said amused, pointing at the doll with your head, a doll that moved to the rhythm of that catchy song.

“Mm,” Donna murmured, letting you sit her down with a quick movement. “No, I can't.”

“Donna, stop fooling around,” you said with a hiss, shaking your head. “You always choose the music.”

“Forgive me for preferring a soft melody with perfectly ordered chords and notes to the screamers of hell,” she protested, getting up again. “This has nothing to do with the true meaning of music. It’s not elegant, they just seem like stupid brainless girls.”

“Maybe they are, but it's cool,” you said distractedly, scratching your hair to try to concentrate on the heavy reading. “Hey, where are you going?”

“To the basement, it's impossible to concentrate here,” the lady explained, disappearing among murmurs in Italian that you initially didn't give importance to.

“As you wish,” you sighed, glancing sideways at the player.

Naturally, Lady Beneviento and you came from very different times. Education, culture, everything was distant, but normally your two worlds coexisted in harmony, like those melodies she liked so much.

However, since you got engaged, you tried to take better care of those kinds of details. You knew Donna loved you. She was the one who wanted to take you as her wife so she would never lose you, but sometimes you wondered if she really bothered to really get to know you.

You didn't know what to do, whether to give in, show yourself as you really were, or pretend a little more. The idea that Donna saw that you were nothing but an ordinary girl with ordinary tastes was disturbing. She was intelligent, complicated, cultured, and you were just a country girl who enjoyed the little things in life, who didn't even bother to wonder about the origin of her existence.

You felt somewhat insecure as the days went by, unable to get along with her refined tastes, with the readings that she was passionate about. Of course none of that seemed like a problem, and maybe you were giving it much more importance than it had, but the expression of weariness, of discomfort with your simple tastes made you see you were wrong.

Donna was a wonderful woman and you were just a simple village girl, would she really still love you when she realized you weren't as cultured as she was?

The question terrified you; it made you stay up at night, it made you change, it made you carefully pretend that you were starting to be interested in such boring things. Being who you weren't wasn’t your favorite way to deal with the problem, but, with a month to go before the wedding your nerves made you make impulsive decisions.

You wanted to make her see that you were just like her, that everything she liked was also your passion. It really was hard, but you managed to fool her for a while, thinking that maybe that way, you would never disappoint her.

How ironic, you were trying to make the lady in black, the disturbed Donna Beneviento, the same one who feared so terribly to lose you, not to leave you.

“What are you doing, tesoro?” the lady asked when she finished with her dolls, finding an almost comical scene in front of her.

“Reading,” you said amused, holding the heavy book while letting the lady kiss your forehead affectionately. “Oh, and you were right, that music of yours is much more relaxing,” you commented satisfied, with the classical chords in the background.

“Mm, well,” Donna said, nodding, resting her head on your shoulder. “What do you think of the book?”

“It's good,” you answered with a fake smile, full of the wisdom you obviously lacked.

“I'm glad,” she sighed, frowning and picking up a cup that was on the table. “Did you drink a whole cup of coffee?”

“Yes, I needed to cheer myself up,” you said, downplaying that slight caffeine overdose. “Maybe I went a little too far.”

“The coffee pot was empty, did you drink it all?” Donna asked, taking your shaking hands. “(Y/N), so much coffee is not good for you.”

“Do you know what's not good?” you asked, closing the book and sensually climbing up the lady's body, with a seductive purr. “Having you so close to me, making my heart beat wildly...”

“That's because of the coffee,” she joked, caressing your legs, which rested on either side of her hips. “Mm, tesoro...”

“Shh, Angie's not here,” you murmured, biting her earlobe. “How about having fun?”

“Sounds good to me,” the brunette sighed, giving herself to your eager lips, moving your body with hers in an erotic dance, anticipating a pleasant afternoon of passion.

“Make me yours, my wife,” you whispered, slowly unbuttoning her dress, abruptly interrupted by the agonizing ringing of the phone. “Oh, it just can't be…”

“Don't pay attention,” Donna said, laughing amused, caught by your desire to love, by the desire to make you hers like only she knew how. “It will stop ringing soon… “

“No, I…” you said, getting off her body with a look of resignation. “You should pick it up, maybe it's Mother Miranda. Don't worry, I'll be waiting.”

Donna nodded, kissing you quickly and getting up with a nervous gasp, taking the phone while you seduced her by getting comfortable on the sofa and biting your lower lip.

“Pronto,” the lady sighed. “Oh, Alcina… yes, well, actually… Oh, well I don’t… Yes, I think it’s a good idea… sure, of course she’ll come, see you later, ciao…”

“Mm?” you murmured with some disappointment when you saw Donna turning back to you while fastening the buttons again. “Alcina?”

“Yes…” she sighed, also frustrated. “She says she wants us to go to the castle for tea.”

“Have you said yes? Donna… I wanted to make love,” you protested, pouting. “Come on, if we hurry we can…”

“Alcina says she has something for us, you know, for the wedding, it’s not right to reject her kindness,” the lady explained, shaking her head. “It’ll just be tea, tesoro, we won’t be long.”

“Well, okay,” you said, defeated. “You are always so polite…”

“I wouldn't want to disappoint the only family I have left,” Donna commented, with a sad tone. “I'm going to get the veil, oh and… get dressed,” she whispered amused, pointing at the underwear that you yourself pulled down to make her more nervous. “You will make me lose my mind.”

“Mm,” you murmured, stealing a seductive kiss from her. “You owe me one, my wife…”

Of course, the best thing about the trips to the castle was the journey itself. Angie made fun of you as you walked hand in hand through the forest, in silence, enjoying the contact of your skin, the tranquility of a life that would only get better.

Alcina Dimitrescu was the eldest of the Lords, and her attitude and behavior were even more refined than the lady in black’s. Her seductive voice, her glances and the conversations that always traveled between art and wine weren’t your perfect plan to spend an afternoon like that, but you couldn't complain, you knew that Donna cared about her.

“Here it is, my dears... it really is hard for me to part with this jewel, but I feel calm knowing that you and your future wife will have it,” the lady of the castle said, pointing to a small painting.

“Wow... it's impressive,” the Angie doll said, shyly approaching the painting. “Picasso?”

“Picasso,” Alcina answered as Donna tilted her head to better observe it. “It's one of my favorite pieces. You know that during the second world war the looting of works of art was pretty common. Poor stupid soldiers, they thought that this place would be ideal to hide it…”

“Was it from some soldiers?” you asked, trying to make sense of that work of art that seemed to fascinate your fiancée. “Wow, I'm sure it's a mind-blowing story.”

“Mm, the story of how it got here is unimportant, dear. Don't you know what you have in front of you?” the lady in white asked, running a hand over your shoulders. “It's real art.”

“Yes, well,” you said with a frown, confused. “To me it looks like some badly done doodles,” you commented by mistake, making the tall woman gasp with irony.

“Doodles?” Alcina asked, while Donna controlled the doll's impulses to touch the painting. “How can you say that?”

“It's what I see,” you murmured, trying to make sense of those messy figures. “Is this really art?”

“Donna, dear,” Alcina said, ignoring your comment and drawing the doll maker's attention. “Your fiancée doesn't seem pleased by my gift.”

“Perché?” your girlfriend whispered, approaching you. “Don’t you like it?”

“Like isn't exactly the word,” you commented, getting a little closer to the painting. “Was that Picasso guy really that important?”

“Well… he really was,” Donna murmured, looking at you and then at the doodles. “It's abstract art, (Y/N), it doesn't have to make sense.”

“Oh,” you said, nodding. “Well, I guess it's okay…”

“But dear, don't you know anything?” Alcina asked, coming closer again. “I see that your knowledge of art is not at all exhaustive.”

“The truth is that I’m not very interested in art,” you confessed with a shy smile. “I don’t understand it and…”

“That’s obvious,” Alcina joked, laughing sinisterly. “Well, it’s not that important, I’m convinced that you have other… virtues.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, a little annoyed by the comment, nervous.

“Oh, nothing, little bird, I’m just saying that Donna has surely seen other things in you,” the lady said, looking at you with bright eyes and a mocking smile. “Mm, I can imagine what kind of things, my dear.”

“Hey, Alcina!” Angie protested. “Stop flirting with my Donna's fiancée.”

“Please…” the lady in white sighed, making Donna suddenly tense up, starting to suffer another attack of jealousy. “She may be beautiful but… well, beauty isn't everything.”

“Um, yes, we better go,” the lady in black said, uncomfortable, just like you, who lowered your head, starting to think about your insecurities again. “We're taking the painting.”

“Oh, no, no, dear,” said Alcina, looking at you out of the corner of her eye with a regretful expression, surely noticing your sadness. “Mother Miranda told me that there are some loose lycans around, it will be better if I send it to your house when that uncomfortable matter is solved.”

“Va bene,” your girlfriend nodded, taking your hand and observing you cautiously. “(Y/N), tutto bene?”

“Um, yes, yes I… I would like to go home,” you said with a broken voice, with your bad thoughts eclipsing your reasoning.

“Of course, um… Thank you Alcina,” Donna said, pulling your hand towards the exit of the castle.

“Little bird…” the vampire interrupted. “I hope I haven't offended you.”

You didn't answer. You looked away and continued walking. There was no more laughter, no more holding hands on the way back.

Your ignorance was something you always tried to hide, something that was natural to you and that seemed to be of no importance to Donna, but after that unpleasant visit to the castle, everything in your mind changed.

Donna Beneviento was a cultured, intelligent woman, passionate about art, and you were a simple villager, a lover of crime novels, short stories that were easy to read. You weren't on her level, no matter how much you tried to pretend otherwise.

As you walked home, you thought about the near future, about what your life would be like after marriage. You loved Donna, you loved her just the way she was, you loved her mind, her intelligence… but she… what was it that she loved about you?

You weren't sure of the answer and your nerves began to tense. You could pretend for a year, two, but no more. You weren't the intelligent and cultured girl that Donna deserved, you were simply nothing compared to her; you had nothing to offer her.

“I'll make dinner, tesoro,” the lady commented when you were back home, taking off her veil with a tender smile. “Hey, amore mio, what's wrong?”

“Donna, I…” you murmured with a sad sigh. “What did you see in me?”

“Cosa? What's that question about?” she asked, frowning. “Oh, you didn't take what my sister said seriously, did you?”

“How can you expect me not to take it seriously? She's right, I'm stupid,” you growled, clenching your fists. “Donna, stop pretending.”

“Pretend? Um, tesoro, I don't know what you're talking about... I told you not to drink so much coffee,” the lady said worriedly, cupping your face in her hands.

You pulled away with a furious gasp, shaking your head.

“It's not the coffee!” you screamed, releasing a pressure in your chest that was already unbearable. “It's not about that Donna, it's about me, about us.”

“(Y/N), you're scaring me...” she sighed, grabbing you by the shoulders. “Calm down, please.”

“No Donna, I'm not calming down... Why? Huh? Why me? Are you so desperate that you'll settle for any stupid girl who's capable of having children? Is that what you want from me? Then what, huh? You'll kick me out of your life because I'm not what you're looking for…”

“You're delirious, I don't know what's wrong with you,” Donna said, very nervous, shaking her head. “Why do you say such horrible things?”

“They're not horrible things, it's reality,” you hissed, pointing at your fiancée in an unpleasant way. “Donna, I hate classical music, Crime and Punishment is a boring book and I have no interest in art…”

“(Y/N), but,” she interrupted, desperate to get you to come back to your senses. “Tesoro…”

“Disappointed? I assumed so…” you whispered with a dark look while Donna was speechless, just shaking her head. “This is me, a stupid and ignorant girl who gets bored with everything you like.”

“That's not bad at all. I don't…” she said, with a marked accent that betrayed her nervousness. “…I don't care about that.”

“You say that now, but…” you said, laughing nervously. “You'll realize that we're from different worlds, that I'm of no use to you and you know what? I should have realized it sooner.”

“(Y/N)…”

“No, Donna,” you said, sobbing and shaking your head. “I'm tired of pretending that I deserve to have your last name when it's not true. You're a wonderful woman, the most wonderful woman I've ever met in my life, but I'm not, I have nothing to offer you…”

“S-Stop… stop… Stop talking nonsense!” Donna shrieked, furious, unable to control her nerves. “What's this about? What have I done wrong? Why do you say those things?”

“You know I'm right,” you hissed, with a much darker voice, glancing sideways at the shiny ring that decorated your finger. “Now you love me, but soon you'll realize that you've wasted your time with me. I'm not what you deserve; I'm not what you're looking for, Donna.”

“How do you know what I'm looking for?” she asked, grabbing your arm. “Why are you torturing me!?”

“Donna, you’re hurting me,” you protested, breaking away from her grip, watching as the lady slowly lost her mind. “It doesn't make any sense for you to get like that when you know it's true.

“It's not true!” she shrieked, kicking childishly. “(Y/N), don't you dare…!”

“Shh, that's it,” you whispered with your voice broken by crying, approaching her cautiously. “Donna, this can't go on like this, I don't want to ruin your life.”

“Ruin my life? P-Please, let's talk things over, you're not thinking clearly,” Donna said, grabbing your hand again, breathing heavily.

“No, honey, no…” you whispered, caressing her hand and bringing the other to the ring, slowly taking it off your finger. “I'll never be able to think clearly.”

“What are you doing? Why…?” Donna asked, looking at the ring already off your finger, a ring you placed in the palm of her hand, closing her fist over it.

“It's okay, I know when to back off,” you sobbed, clenching her fist. “You should give this to a woman who is better than me, a smart girl like you, who deserves to wear it.”

“(Y/N), il tuo anello… put it on, per favore,” she whispered nervously, playing with the jewel, grabbing your hand tightly. “Per favore! Don't do this to me!”

“I'm sorry, darling,” you said with a sore throat, returning the ring to her hand, squeezing it tighter. “I don't deserve you, you should find someone who does.”

“No, no, wait, wait,” the lady said, pulling your wrist as you prepared to leave the mansion. “No…”

“Goodbye, Donna,” you sobbed before turning around and running to the exit, leaving the lady in black paralyzed, dropping the ring, which bounced on the floor.

“What are you doing, silly Donna!? She's leaving, do something!” Angie shrieked, pulling at her dress.

Donna didn't move, she was just sobbing in shock, motionless.

You looked at her one last time and opened the door, leaving her life forever.

“Donna, Donna! You can't let her go! Donna, react!” Angie continued, while her voice became more and more imperceptible. “The lycans, Donna, the lycans…!”

Her screams were barely whispers as you ran through the dark forest, crying panting, having made the hardest decision of your life. No, Donna didn't deserve you, she didn't deserve a brainless girl like you, you would only make her unhappy. You were completely convinced.

The tiredness made you relax your steps, panting and screaming desperately. You had lost the love of your life, and it wasn't because of something you had done, but because of who you really were. She could never love you. She could never love a stupid girl like you, even if she forced herself to do so.

A sinister roar brought your consciousness back for a moment. The place was terribly dark and you lost your bearings. Going back wasn’t an option, but you didn't know what was in front of you, which was the right way after leave the elevator.

“I'm so stupid that I don't even know where...” you lamented, walking until you collided with something hairy, with a horrible creature that made you trip.

Normally, lycans didn't roam the territories of the Lords, but you soon remembered Alcina's warning about some rebellious beasts that escaped Miranda's control.

Your arm hurt and the moisture on your clothes told you that you were bleeding, but that wasn't the worst part, the worst part was seeing how that beast raised its claws before you to tear you apart, giving a pathetic end to your pathetic life.

“Stop!” a voice behind you said, causing the beast to obey and back away in fear.

The dim light of the place illuminated the silhouette of the lady in black, who was slowly approaching, terrifying the lycan just by her mere presence.

“Fuori…” Donna hissed, making the creature whimper, forcing it to protect itself with its claws. “Get out of here!”

The lycan fled, and the lady crouched down next to you, checking your condition.

“(Y/N), parlami, per favore… where did it hurt you?” she asked, being pushed unpleasantly by you, getting up on your own.

“Donna, I'm… I'm fine,” you said, grabbing your injured arm. “I… er… thank you.”

“Amore mio, you're bleeding,” Donna said, holding your arm and taking a look at your wounds. “Come, I have to…”

“No,” you said coldly. “You don't need to take care of me, not anymore,” you said, giving in to crying again, inevitably throwing yourself into her arms. “Donna…”

“Shh, you're very nervous, tesoro, come, let's go home and… I'll heal you and…” she stammered, crying, but keeping her composure better.

Silence. That was the word that best defined that moment. While Donna healed you, you sobbed under her watchful gaze, unable to say anything, unable to stop feeling at ease in what until a while ago, was your home.

“Perché? Perché, (Y/N)?” the lady murmured, wiping the blood from your arm, looking away from you.

“Donna, I've already explained my reasons,” you murmured distractedly, not wanting to go back. “Thank you for healing me, but I'll leave as soon as you do.”

“You can't…” she sighed, closing her eye to keep calm. “You can't just leave like that, without giving me a reason. You’re breaking my heart…”

“I'm sorry, but it's for the best, I love you too much to let you waste your time on me,” you said with a broken voice, but firm in some way. “Donna I... I'm not like you. You're a cultured, intelligent woman and I... I'm just a stupid village girl who likes to listen to stupid songs and read books that could be for children. I'm not what you think.”

“But you are what I want,” she murmured, bandaging your wound delicately. “Do you really think I want a pedantic girl like my sister by my side? No, (Y/N)…”

“It's what you deserve,” you sobbed again, pulling your arm away.

“You're just talking nonsense, (Y/N), I love you just the way you are. I would never pretend to change you, I... (Y/N), tesoro, you have to believe me. I'm not looking for anything because I've already found it, I've found you…” Donna sighed, lifting your chin. “You are the love of my life, the one I want to be my wife, my family.”

“You've chosen wrong,” you said with a nervous laugh, shaking your head. “I'm just a stupid girl.”

“You're wrong, (Y/N),” the lady hissed, darkening her gaze. “Do you think a person's intelligence is measured by their knowledge of art or literature? No, tesoro…”

“Well, but…”

“No, now you're going to listen to me. You're not stupid. Just, just look at everything you've done during all this time. I would never have been able to fix the record player, or the projector… (Y/N), you bought the Duke a broken device and fixed it, you made it work again as it were magic…”

“Not that…”

“Taci,” she interrupted, with a brusque tone, cupping your face in her hands. “You are capable of much more than you think, of things that I would never be capable of, never… You say you are stupid for not knowing anything about art, for considering a complicated book boring, but that’s not true.”

“Donna, I…” you tried to say, silenced by a finger on your lips.

“Amore mio, you are intelligent, much more than me in many ways. You are funny, decisive and have an amazing capacity for deduction, or do you forget that you never finish any of your detective stories?”

“Well, that’s because…” you explained somewhat confused, relaxing the demons that were hovering in your mind.

“Because you know the ending before reading it. That is intelligent, tesoro, those are your abilities, just because they are not the same as mine doesn’t mean they are insignificant,” she said, with a desperate smile, trying to make you reason, starting to achieve it. “I fell in love with you just the way you are, I love you just the way you are…”

“But Donna, I…” you protested unsurely, beginning to give in to her pleasant words. “I don't think that… that I can contribute anything, I…”

“(Y/N), you are the missing part of my boring existence, you are that joy that lights up my life. Please, don't abandon me because without you… without you, art would cease to be…”

“That's very nice,” you said while blushing, letting be guided by her hand until her lips rested on yours with a soft and salty kiss, an intense, deep love kiss…

“Hey, hey, hey!” interrupted Angie, comically separating you by giving something to Donna, something that made her look at you sadly. “You dropped this, silly Donna, why don't you put it back in its place?”

She sighed, looking at the ring Angie gave her and gently grabbing your hand.

“(Y/N), sposami…” she asked in a soft voice. “Don't leave me alone, don't let me get lost without you because… because without you I'm nothing…”

“Donna…” you said, letting the ring slide back down your finger, starting to get rid of the bad thoughts in your mind, realizing that deep down you knew she was right, that intelligence wasn't measured by tastes, but by many other things.

“Donna, I love you… of course I'll marry you…”

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