Not So Wicked (HoratioxSomeWittyName)
The sun was just beginning to rise over the peaceful little country of Bayern, it was a green land, full of forests, rolling hills and lakes. The sun shone brightly on the pure, white walls of the castle in the capitol city, awashing them in a pink glow.
A mile outside the city, tucked in a little valley was a grand estate that had once been owned by the late Lady Emmalynn. It was now in the care of her second husband, Lord Sutton.
The morning bells began to toll in the city, their sound reaching all the way to the estate while the sun sneaked through a hole in the curtains of the attic window.
The attic was used as a bedroom for the mansion's caretaker. Said caretaker groaned at the sound of the bells, burrowing deeper into his bed, his head under the pillow. He didn't want to get up yet! Just one day he'd like to sleep in. But oh no, his Lordship would never allow that. And apparently, he lived to serve.
Taking one more moment to enjoy the comfort of his bed, the young man got up, shivering as his bare feet touched the cold floor. He walked over to his mother's old vanity that he'd managed to sneak up here under his stepfather's nose. Stripping off his nightshirt, he poured a pitcher of water into the porcelain bowl and cleaned himself. He hung his nightshirt on a hook and moved over to the worn little dresser, though he didn't really need it, he only had a few outfits, all patched and no more than rags. He kept a few of his parents old clothes in the dresser. He sighed at his meager choices before going with his favorites, black breeches that ended at his knee and dark blue tunic. He didn't have any shoes.
The boy wandered back over to the vanity, picking up his mother's hairbrush and running it through his hair. He looked in the mirror, taking in the untamed pink hair and tired, purple eyes, the spitting image of his mother. He shook his head before the tears could come and tied a black bandana over his hair before leaving the small bedroom and going down the stairs to begin his day.
First was opening the blinds and double-checking the rooms his family frequented to make sure they were clean. Then he had to make breakfast and be ready to serve it when his stepfather called.
Of course they got to sleep in.