“Go, you must be worn out from your hard work,” he retreated, “and there is as much to do on the morrow.” He let out a long breath and slowly backed away. You didn’t dare look back, that would be an affront to any noble. He stopped only an inch from you and you felt him staring down at you.
“Yes, my lord,” you lowered your chin, “as you wish.” “And every day thus,” he demanded as he got closer. “I will be there tomorrow, my lord,” you said, “I apologise for my negligence.” Your service had been one of complacency on both sides, so you wondered why he would come to the lower floors to search you out after dark. He never offered more than an obligatory courtesy and when he was present during your tasks, he rarely spoke at all. You replaced his former chambermaid several years back but Lord Barnes hardly seemed to warm to the change. There are far too many covetous servants.” You have your work and she has hers,” he stepped forward out of the dark shadows though there was no lantern or torch to limn his features, “I bid you to bring my meals and tidy my chambers, no one else. “My lord, she is old, we did not want her to tax herself–” “She spilled wine on my tunic,” Lord Barnes said, “and she can barely see her own crooked nose.” It was unlike him to traverse the lower floors. Harold approved the reassignment,” you said shakily. “You sent the old lady,” the voice had your heart in your throat and you stopped short to bow to your liege. You saw nothing and went on, more than ready to retire to your straw mattress beside Elsa. Some of the younger servants were known to sneak around after hours and there was the odd mouse that skittered over the stone. Again you heard a step that did not quite align with your own as you came into the corridor. You dropped the bar as you went back inside and returned your broom and bucket to the cellar. The harvest season was coming to an end and it would soon be cold. You basked for a moment in the silver light and the brisk night air. You heard the horses snoring and nicking as the moon shone down on the wood roofs. You went to the rear door of the castle on the lower green, just beside the stables, and dumped the dirt. It was late and most of the castle was asleep already, the torches were snuffed but for a few and you could find you way through the dark easily in the familiar castle. You looked back but saw nothing in the shadows. Your footsteps seemed to echo behind you. You turned past the kitchens and stopped. Sweeping would have been too hard on her and you didn’t mind the solitary of the work. As the years piled on her crooked back, she wasn’t as suited to the more physical tasks. Your usual chores you assigned to Marjorie. The corridors were already smelling fresher though the task had kept you well past the evening meal. When you reached the corner, you tied up the sachet and gathered up your bucket and broom. The woven mats would absorb the scent and keep the floors tidy until the next sweep. You scattered fresh herbs over the rushes carefully as you backed down the hall. <3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya! Thanks to everyone and thanks in advance for all your feedback. I’m trying to distract myself but I’m too stressed to work on an standing series. I start a new job on Monday and yesterday, someone close to me passed. Note: This is just me being self-indulgent. Synopsis: You notice a sudden change in Lord Barnes. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. This is dark!medieval!Bucky Barnes x reader and explicit. Warnings: non-consent sex and rape abuse of power, threats, chase.
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