Rafe Sadler one shots

Household

I woke up long before the sunrise, before the cocktails crawled, before the morning dew, before the crip change across the hills that turned night today. I hurried my little feet out of bed onto the ice-cold floor, first I fixed my undergarments making sure they sat as perfect as usual, I took my stockings pulling them slowly up my legs as high as they would go I slipped on my riding boots lacing them up to the top tightly as they may have been painful now but by the end of the day they will almost be falling off me. I stood by my bed and fixed my various layers: my shirt, my sleeves, several layers of skirt, my outer dress, and my corset. I tried it all up, attaching it all to itself before slipping my headband in my hair. As soon as I was done I lit a candle and carried it quietly though the house did not want to wake anyone for a while. I went to the kitchens and lit the fire to send the hot water through the house and to heat up my stove. I took my apron from the hook, wrapping it around me, doing a double bow at the back, and putting my little cloth off the stove pipe where it hung to dry from yesterday's wash slipping it in my pocket. I started on breakfast as I usually did making everyone the breakfasts they liked. I took all the food, setting it out on the usual places on the table ready for when everyone woke up as they should be as soon as the sun was beginning to peak over the horizon. Once I finished with breakfast I took my little cloth and duster and began cleaning the house as I usually did dusting the cobwebs from the spiders who had huddled inside from the chill of the night, the dust and mud from the boots of those who walked these halls. Doing my best to be quiet not wanting to disturb anyone who may have still been at rest.

I noticed how late it was getting. I had seen several of the members of the household awake, dressed, and down having their breakfast. I didn't want them to miss it. I suppose I should do as I do most mornings nowadays. I hurried my feet up the staircase and down the hall to the rooms I had been looking for, I went to the first and gently tapped, no answer, I pushed open the door with a creak, no answer. I stepped inside, shutting the door quietly behind me and I saw the blonde mop of a bed head poking out from the mess of covers. There was a shape of a body below the sheets I suppose but it was like a strange game to attempt to figure out how exactly he laid. I smiled and quietly walked over to the fire, throwing on another log and giving it a poke, making the flames return from the slowly cooling embers. I walked to the window holding the thick embroidered curtains pushing them open as far as they could tieing them back with the sweet ties letting the early morning light flood the room.

"Ummmm no" he grumbles pulling the pillow tighter to himself

"Good morning Master Sadler" I smiled

"Ughhh come on y/n, five more minutes" he whines

"You know I would if I could" I giggled going over to his bed

"What time is it?" He asks poking more of his head out enough I could see his one half-opened eye

"Half-past six" I told him

"No.... Let me sleep" he whines

"Master Cromwell needs you in a meeting today sir"

"Not till ten I have lots of time"

"You haven't had a bath yet, or your breakfast," I told him

"Umm what's for breakfast?" He asks

"Your favorite" I smiled

"Fine. I'll get up" he groans sitting up his back against the headboard in his white shirt and little else, rubbing his eyes and hair trying to wake himself up

"Good morning Master Sadler" I smiled giving his head a little kiss, a smile crawled into his lips as he looked at me

"Good morning y/n, ohh you couldn't even bring my breakfast up for me?" He complained