#i need more rafe sadler in my life

[myladyofmercy]

can't wait for season two of wolf hall

[the-fiction-witch]

Freezing P2

Media - Wolf Hall Character - Rafe Sadler Couple - Rafe X Reader Reader - Y/n Sadler (Wife) Rating - 15+ Word Count - 1165

Warning - Child loss/

Rafe walked all the way to the royal apartments where he found the king in tears looking out across the frosted gardens. Rafe froze in his place. He swallowed hard seeing the king in such a state. His mind whirred, all the worst things possible to have caused such an emotion from the king flooded his mind. Was the queen okay? His children? Has someone attacked the castle? "Your majesty?" He spoke softly as he made his way over.

"Master Sadler... forgive the early hour of my summoning. I knew of not whom else to break this news," The king explained,

His mind was all over the place already, but now he was even more confused. He didn't know what to think. He swallowed hard. Whatever this was, it couldn't be good. He stood a little straighter, his breathing was a little shaky, and his lips went dry. "What news, your majesty?"

"The queen... she is blessed with a child!" The king rejoiced, "It is a son. An heir I am sure of it this time. I know it beyond doubt. England is blessed!" The king said the tears now clearly joy, "Send word to the court and the kingdom. All must know of this news!"

Rafe's eyes widened, tears welling up in his eyes after hearing the news. "This is wonderful news, Your Highness." He managed to choke out. Not knowing what else he could say at such a time.

The king for a moment saw through his own joy, "Forgive my joy... I mean not to deepen this wound for you." The king said, "How is Y/n?"

"Your joy is justified," Rafe said, looking down, fiddling with his fingers. "Y/n.. She's well, your majesty." He murmured. He was happy, he really was. But his loss was still so recent it still stung when the subject of children even arose in his presence.

The king nodded "I know of this pain master sadler. I have seen many of my own babies fail to join this world. But I know... sometimes it is a price to pay for those who shall be great. My own brothers failed to grace this world so I might, My own sons have failed before so now this son now shall be king. And I am sure... soon Y/n will be blessed with your child that shall in turn be great."

Rafe felt his chest tighten. Not just at his own pain. But the King's. He knew it well. It hurt. It was painful. It felt impossible to think about children right now. But it was something he and Y/n were desperate for. That one blessing, and it just hadn't happened yet. "That would be a true blessing, your majesty." He said as he let his eyes meet the Kings in a moment of vulnerability.

"Let us now dwell on sadness. Send your letters to those who must know. and take the afternoon to spend with Y/n."

"Thank you, your grace." Rafe murmured softly. He was grateful the King understood his pain. Grateful he would allow him to spend the rest of the day with Y/n.

After sending off the letters, Rafe headed back to their chambers. To his wife. His angel. The light of his life. He needed her. When he returned he found Y/n sitting by the fire in her usual blue and silver gown, her hair pinned back with a headband of blue velvet to match her dress. Yawn in her hand knitting yet another blanket as she sings to herself wiggling her toes to warm them in the fire's light, He found her so cute. So beautiful. His angel. His love. He could barely choke out her name as he walked into the room. "Y/n.."

"Hello Rafe." she cooed back "What did the king desire? Did he need you to get a spider?" she joked,

"Y/n.. Oh Y/n. He didn't summon me for spider business. Good news." He said as he dropped down onto the floor next to her by the fire. He pulled her into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around her, hands pulling at her back to pull her even closer. He didn't know what he was holding her so tight. He was desperate to feel her, to have her in his arms. He was so overwhelmed with all the emotions running through. Joy for the King and Queen, sadness for his own pain. But he needed her. More than anything. He held her there in his strong arms for what felt like hours. His lips to her hair, breathing in her scent. Letting her fill his senses. Feeling whole again. With the love of his life in his arms. He pulled away after a while so he could look at her. Taking in every detail. Her skin. Her soft eyes are like a puppy's. Her lips. God, so soft. He longed to kiss them. So he did. Leaning in and letting their lips brush together gently.

she giggled and pushed him back before he fully kissed her "What did he want? aren't you going to tell me?"

He paused. His lips so close to hers before being pushed away. He blinked, the question taking a moment to register before smiling softly. "Good news, love. The Queen. She is expecting a baby, a son. A Prince."

"Oh..." Y/n said the words he said taking her back a moment, she looked down at the blanket she was knitting, and she felt so sad, but she forced a smile, "That's nice. Very nice for them. for the kingdom and all." she nodded putting on her bravest face as she knits and watched the fires flames

He noticed her sadness. Her false enthusiasm. Oh how well he knew it. He saw his own emotions reflected back at him. He reached forward and gently put his hand on her hand, stilling her knitting. He moved to cradle her face, bring it up so her eyes would meet his. "Oh sweetheart.." He murmured as his thumb stroked her cheek. "I know." He whispered. He knew her sadness and her pain. He felt it too. He felt all of it. The king's news had reminded him all over again of their own failures. He pulled her close, so her head rested against his shoulder. "But we'll have our own someday, my sweet." He murmured.

"And if we don't?" she asked her voice hollow and distant,

He swallowed hard, his own throat dry. His heart clenched. He didn't have an answer to that question. No answer other than he wanted so desperately to tell her that they would. "Oh my angel..." He murmured, holding her close. He couldn't guarantee they would. He wished more than anything he could.

He pulled her closer and kissed her on the forehead. "We will someday. I know it. I have to believe that." He murmured, though not entirely believing it himself. He wanted to believe it so much. The sadness in her voice broke his heart. “I will not stop trying to bless you with all that you desire. I swear it.” 

[the-fiction-witch]

I Promise

Media - Wolf Hall The Mirror And The Light (Spoilers) Character - Rafe Sadler Couple - Rafe X Reader Reader - Y/n (Rafe's Wife) Rating - 15+ (Mentions Of Executions) Word Count - 3343

Rafe had done all he could. And it was not enough. His master, a man he knew better than he knew his own father, was sent to die.

The king's whim had changed, and now Cromwell was to die.

Rafe did all that he could for the man who had raised him, taught him all that he knew, brought him up to a place of social standing and political power, brought him to a knighthood and brought him to his place at the king's side.

But now even though Rafe has spoken for him, defended him, read his letters of plea aloud to the king. Cromwell was still to die.

Rafe could escape the guilt that perhaps he had not done enough, that if he had ignored the calls for business, he could have saved him. If he had not listened to Cromwell and done all he wished to do, he may still be alive…

But no. He followed orders. The orders of his master. The orders do hold back his emotions and his desires to protect his position, his future, his family.

but what now was it all worth?

Rafe said his goodbyes the day before and now couldn't bring himself to attend the execution. Instead he hauled himself up in his offices where no one would see him.

And he wept.

He leant against the window and wept.

Rafe never cried. But today… He did.

He cried against the cold glass and felt like he was drowning in his own sorrows and in the endless tears he had no hope to conceal. He knew he shouldn't be like this.

After all he was a man. An important man, one with standing and a future. But no, he could not. Rafe could not even imagine a life without his master, he never imagined he would need to know such a thing. But now it was all true and he felt so heavy with the weight of all the world he was left with and it’s cripplingly empty silence.

But a single voice broke through this sadness, "… Ooh… Rafe.."

When Rafe looked up, his vision fuzzy with his tears, Rafe saw his wife.

Y/n lingered at the door, her eyes red from the tears of her own that she held back, she did not come closer, unsure if Rafe would send her away to be alone.

Rafe tried to wipe the tears from his face, tried to compose himself for her but he couldn't, he could not pretend, not with her. He nodded softly to allow her inside his office.

She shut the door behind her and slowly closed the gap between them, she sniffled back a tear and offered her embrace.

Without hesitation he fell into her, his face against her shoulder as he continued to cry, his arms wrapped around her as tightly as they could and he held onto her like she was the only thing kept him on this earth.

"I'm so sorry my love…" She cooed as her hand came to rub his back,

In his heart a part of him knew he should pull away, he should compose himself and he should act like the man he knows he is… but the greater part of himself desperately needed her, needed the comfort she was. He continued to cry but the sobs that wracked his body slowly quieted. His tears had slowed, and he now just held her, rested his weight against her and listened to her heart beat and her tender words.

"It is not your fault, my love. You did everything you could. I don't even think god himself could have prevented this." She cooed, her hand came up to remove his hat to stroke his blonde hair, "You know, more so then I, that the lords have plotted Cromwell's fall since the day he entered court. We should be thankful he rose as high for as long as he did."

"I could have done more. I should have done more," he said, his voice was quiet and rough,

"You did everything you could. You followed your master's orders. You know if you had done all you desire you'd have kicked the great lords from the hall and slapped the king into sense. And you'd be losing your head too for the pleasure of it." She explained, "Cromwell told you to hold back because you must, because he couldn't bear to lose you, or Richard or Gregory. He knows and I have no doubt is comforted, that he has saved you and the lives he had built for you all,"

He took another breath before he leant back from her and looked into her eyes, they still made his heart skip a beat at the sight of them. He reached with his hands and gently cupped her face, his thumb rubbing against her soft skin. "You are probably right…" he admitted, "I just… I just wish…"

"I know, I know. And whatever you need, I will be here my love. If you need me. Need time alone. Time to cry. Whatever it is you need to mourn I will support it.”

Rafe wrapped his arms around her tightly once more, held her body against his, "Can you just hold me… for now?" he said, he was almost embarrassed by the request. He was a grown man asking his wife to hold him like a child, but he needed it more than he could put into words.

"Of course, my love." She cooed, "Shall I lock the door? In case the children come?"

"Yes…" he said softly, "Please lock the door. I don't want the… I don't want the children to see me like this."

Y/n nodded and pressed a tender kiss to Rafes forehead before she went and locked the door. She slowly returned and took his hand, she led him to the fire to his favourite chair. And she sat herself on his knee as she always had when they were first courting.

For a moment he just wrapped her in his arms, he reveled in the familiar feeling of having her on his thigh like they always had. But instead of the joy and excitement he used to feel, now he felt the comfort of her presence. He buried his face in her hair, breathing in the flowery scent of it, feeling the softness against his skin and knowing that it helped soothe his rattled mind.

"Do you want to talk, or just to sit?"

"Just sit for now…" he said quietly, "Can… can I ask something of you….?"

Y/n nodded softly,

He let out a small breath of nerves, he felt almost stupid asking her this. But still, the request escaped his lips in a low voice. "please… don't let go. don't let go of me… just hold me."

"I promise. I won't let go." Y/n reassured,

Rafe closed his eyes and buried his head deeper against her neck, he held her as tight as he could, as if letting her go would be equivalent to letting her fall. He desperately needed her to ground him. He simply sat there for what felt like hours, though in reality it couldn't have been more than a few minutes. With Y/n on his lap, her arms around him. He didn't say anything, just held her tight against his chest, feeling her against him and breathing in the scent of her. His face still buried in her hair, his eyes closed as he simply clung to her presence, trying to soothe his mind and make it stop thinking, if only for a little while.

Y/n sat without a word she held Rafe close, and ran her hands through his hair,

His fingers tracing slow and gentle patterns across her back as he listened to the sound of her breaths and felt the feel of her hair on his face. He finally found the strength to speak after a while, his voice low and quiet but a little more firm than it had been before. "Can I ask you… a foolish question…?"

"Of course, you can ask me anything about my love."

He was quiet for another moment, "Do… Do you think… I am foolish? For how I feel? Do you hate me… for all this."

"Of course I don't think that." She said, "Why would I hate you? Rafe you where his ward your whole life. He introduced the two of us. Without him you’d never have come and asked to dance with me. He was there the day our children were born. He's like a father to you, why would I ever be angry at you for grieving such a loss?"

Rafe let his eyes close tight again as he listened to her words, he could hear the love in her voice, he let out a shaky breath as his hands once again began to trace slow patterns against her back. "I just… I just didn't want you to think I cared more about him than you and the family…"

"Of course I don't think that. I know you love me. And I know you adore our children. It's alright for you to have such care and love for the man who raised you too." She nodded,

He felt a wave of overwhelming gratitude at her kind and understanding words. He knew he didn't deserve her, he didn't deserve her love and gentle nature but still here she was, being the most perfect wife that he could ask for. "You are the most perfect wife in this entire world you know… I don't deserve you…"

"Of course you do, you deserve all the love and happiness in the world Rafe. That's why Cromwell asked you to step back, step away from all this madness. So you would not need risk this wonderful life and happiness you have."

He closed his eyes once again, he still had a deep sadness in his heart, a deep sorrow that the man who raised and loved him. But with Y/n there, with her in his arms and her words of comfort he felt like it would be okay, he felt like he could get through this without falling apart. "I don't know what I would do without you…"

"You never need know." She smiled kissing his forehead,

"please… never leave me…" the words slipped out of his lips before he could stop them, but he didn't care.

"I promise. Never." She cooed,

"I love you…"

"I love you too." She cooed,

Silence reigned once more, each giving the other a soft and gentle comfort after all that had happened,

"… Rafe? May I ask you to do something for me?"

He pulled his head back enough to look in to her eyes, "Whatever you ask of me I will do."

"…when you return to the king. Please… Be careful." She pleaded, "Cromwell rose so high and none of us could save him. Please… Be careful around the king these next few days, weeks, months… Forever if you must." She begged, "You have a household, a family, beautiful children who couldn't bear this pain if you were to fall too." Her plea was one of pure worry and love, concern for him and the life they had together.

He didn't want to upset her, he didn't want to scare her, he didn't want to cause her any pain so he nodded his head. "I will. I promise. I will be careful. I have no plans to go the same way as Cromwell and you and the children are the most important things I have." he pulled her closer against him, hugged her against his body and made the promise he knew he would keep. he leant forward and placed a kiss on her forehead and then her neck and then her shoulder, needing to feel her skin and her presence against him, "I will be careful…"

"Thank you my love." She softly smiled kissing his nose,

Rafe smiled, feeling the familiar and comforting movement of her lips on his skin. He buried his head back in her hair, inhaling the familiar scent of it, letting it fill his nose and calm his soul. He couldn't help but wish that he could simply stay here with her in his arms and just forget about the real world. But he had duties and he had to go back to work soon. But he wasn't ready to let her go yet,

Y/n cooed and stroked his hair giving him all the comfort she could, "If you're strong enough, I know the children would love to hug you goodbye today before you leave for work. Th-They are scared, and I know they want to see you."

He smiled at the thought of the children, But he also felt a pang of sadness, they shouldn't have to say goodbye to him every day, they shouldn't have to ask for hugs in case it was the last one they'd ever get. "I want to see them. Can you go bring them here please…" he said quietly, barely above a whisper.

"Of course." She nodded, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek before she stood and slowly made her way through the house.

Rafe stood up as well, slowly readjusting his doublet and his collar before he sat back down in the chair. He took a few deep breaths, trying to mentally prepare himself to see the children. The last thing he wanted was for them to see him all sad and broken, but he desperately needed to see them. The thought of their little faces and their smiles was both uplifting and paining in equal measure.

After a few moments, Y/n returned. Their four children with her. Their oldest, Mark, stood sad but putting on a brave face, old enough to know what had happened, old enough to understand he'd lost the man he thought of as a grandfather, and that his father now could be in danger. But he saved face for the younger children and for his father.

The twins Ariana and Alison stood in their little dresses, Ariana with her bunny and Alison with her bear, they knew something was wrong but didn't know enough to understand what it was or why. But both could see their father was upset.

And young Peter on Y/n's hip smiling unaware of the turmoil and just happy to see his father,

Rafe looked at the four of them as they entered the room, a wave of emotions filling his heart.

"Girls, go hug your father." Y/n cooed,

The girls ran over without a word and happily latched onto each of Rafe's legs,

He couldn't help but let out a small laugh, his heart felt lighter for a moment, seeing their eagerness and happiness as they clung to his legs. He smiled and reached down and gently lifted them up, one in each arm as he held them against his chest. "Hello my little angels…" he said in a quiet voice, wrapping his arms around them and pulling them close.

The girls hugged him tight, sharing a hug for both him and their stuffies.

Mark made his way slowly over standing beside the chair like the proper young gentleman he was growing to be,

Rafe looked up at Mark, he reached out with one hand and ruffled his son's hair. "Come here and join the hug with your sisters…"

Mark needed no other word jumping into Rafe's arms between the girls.

He held all three of them close, feeling their weight on his lap and the feel of their bodies against his chest. He closed his eyes for a moment and just held on to them, letting the sensation of them in his arms soothe his sad heart and his rattled mind.

Y/n smiled as she came over leaning on the back of the chair and setting Peter on Rafe's shoulder, the young boy giggling and crawling into the cuddle.

He laughed again at the gleeful giggling of little Peter as he clambered down his body and tried to find a place in between his siblings. He held his four children in his arms, his entire little world all there with him. He felt an incredible sense of love and protectiveness fill his heart.

Y/n softly smiled and wrapped her arms around Rafe's neck from behind the chair,

When he felt the gentle touch of her arms around his neck from behind him and leaned his head back against her.

"Do you have to go to work today daddy?" Ariana pleaded,

"Can't you stay home and play with us?" Alison begged,

"Father has to go. The king needs him." Mark said a sad tone to his voice,

Rafe felt a pang deep in his heart as his daughters pleaded with him, He sighed and looked down at his children, all looking up at him, innocent eyes and sweet voices begging him to stay. "I'm sorry my darlings… I have to go to work today…"

"…when is the next time you can stay home with us?" Alison asked,

"Yeah when? Tomorrow? The next day?" Ariana begged,

He hated that he had to disappoint his little girls. Ae took a moment to think of what to say to them, wondering what answer they would be able to accept. He tried to think of a day in the future where he wouldn't have work and he could spend an entire day with them, but he knew he was a busy man and it would be hard to get a day off anytime soon. "I… don't know… I'll have to talk to the king and… and see if I can get a day off…"

"And then you'll stay? And play with us? All day?" Ariana asked,

"Play horsey? And tea? And play in the pretty garden?" Alison begged,

He felt his heart tug painfully again at their sweet pleading voices and their requests. They sounded so innocent and they wanted nothing more than to spend a day playing with him, in the garden or in the house somewhere. he wanted to give them what they wanted but again he didn't know when he'd be able to get a full day away from the king. "Yes my darlings… when I get a day free I'll spend the whole day playing with you… we'll do all you want…"

"you will?" Mark asked rather hopeful himself but not wanting to admit it,

He smiled at Mark, knowing deep down that his oldest son wanted to be included in the promises as well. He nodded his head at his son, reassuring him of his promise. "Of course I will. I promise. I'll spend the whole day playing and having fun with all of you…"

"Could - could we go to the River?" Mark asked,

"Can we daddy can we!" The twins begged excitedly too,

Peter just giggled having no clue was they were talking about given the last time they went to the River he was still settled inside Y/n's belly,

"Yes. We can go to the River. I promise."

"Alright, give your father one more big hug and let him go." Y/n cooed,

Immediately the girls whined but slowly climbed down, Peter happily got scooped back up into Y/n’s arms, and Mark climbed off straightening up.

He stood up and smoothed out his doublet, "I'll see you all later my darlings, I will be home as soon as I can…"

Peter was first to give Rafe the biggest hug his little arms could manage, Then the twins squeezed him as tight as they could, And then even mark snapped and hugged Rafe doing his best to be brave.

he reached down and hugged them all tight in return, one last time before he had to leave.

Y/n made sure to pull the children away knowing he has to go,

He gave them a final smile, his heart full of love and affection for his children but also sadness having to leave them all. He leaned forward and gave a final soft kiss to each of them and one for his wife before he turned and headed for the door. "I'll see you all later my darlings. I promise, I love you all, always…"

The children all happily yelled and waved their affectionate cries of their love in return, Y/n blowing a tender but love filled kiss,

Before Rafe left and began his way to see the king.

[the-fiction-witch]

Yes My Queen

TV SHOW WOLF HALL COUPLE RAFE SADLER X READER RATING SMUTISH + (I honestly don't know what to call this, passionate words? Flirting? Ye old flirting where you intensely stare and talk to each other you know what I'm talking about)

I smiled as I walked through the gravel pathways of the garden, I stopped to smell the sweet red roses growing, the sweet British rose smell filled my sinuses, I stood again and fixed my sweet blue dress, I stepped through the garden seeing the sweet flowers, and beautiful tree's. I found my little stone bench surrounded by ivy, and flowers, hidden away under an arch. I smiled and took a seat, as much as I wanted to relax myself I sat up ridged keeping my back up m corset helping me a little with it. I could hear people as they walked past, also walking in the gardens. I could hear their whispers, the rumours, the hushed giggles behind the hands of maids, soldiers and business men. I did my best to ignore it all. But there are times I can't help it, I had to listen even if each time I did it almost forced me to tears. "Have you seen the King's little side piece?" "she's a beauty" "They say he's bedded her in the royal bedchamber" "I heard the maid's saw them kissing in the drawing room" "I heard it was the "I heard He's going to wed her" But I often forced myself away from the rumours, I didn't want to hear them. I wanted to ignore the things they said behind my back, to appear as if they didn't bother me, as if there words didn't sting my very soul, I slipped off my little shoes, letting my bare feet so sweetly in the soft green grass, my dress hiding it all from the eyes' of passers by. "My Queen," I heard making me look to my side, I knew the boy, he was tall, skinny, older than me for sure, his black clothes hugged him closely, his hat concealing his blonde hair he bowed to me seeming nervous to speak with me "Good day to you Master Sadler, You bring news from My Lord Cromwell I presume?" "Yes my lady" He nods "I uhh I was meant to supply your husband but know one seems to know where in the castle he is? Has he gone hunting?" "No, he's in the castle, or so he told me" I answered "Pass it along to my Lord Harriot, he shall pass it forth to my husband" "Yes my lady" He nods "Before I go. Might I say that your dress looks beautiful My queen" I blushed slightly, It had been so long since I had received a compliment "Thank you Master Sadler, You are such a sweet, smart soul. I see why My Lord Cromwell keeps you in his household" "Thank you my lady, I do not deserve such praise, but I will accept it from my queen nonetheless, for I could never deny my queen'' He smiled bowing to me again before he headed off to find Lord Harriot, heading towards the summer house, he had the right idea Lord Harriot likes a fine ale and a fine maid girl, often he can be found in the summer house converting among the young ladies there. I wanted to follow him but I didn't want to fuel the rumours and the idea that I was already hearing the whispers and rumours of my husband and the new young girl from court was enough, I didn't want to hear rumours too of the queen seen with a ward boy. I slipped my shoes on and headed deeper though the garden holding my hands tightly together as I walked my dress moving against the grass and stones, My shoes crunching the uneven stones, My sleeves slightly moving against each other where I held my hands tightly, My sweet cotton vail to hide my hair away, from prying eyes and from the sun, I looked across the garden seeing on the other path, My husband walking with that young lady on his arm, the two laughing, I pretended to ignore it and continued on back into the castle heading up without a word to my library. I sat in bed doing my knitting as I usually did as he returned from his 'meeting' and got changed climbing into bed beside me, "Good Evening My king" "Hello y/n" He sighed "How was your day?" "hardly a moment of peace" "I see, I spend much of my day in the garden and Library" "that's nice" He sighed "What did Cromwell want?" I asked "what?" "There was a message come through from lord Cromwell. Did you get around to it my king?" "How do you know?" "His ward couldn't find you, so he came to me with it" "And you did what!" "I sent him off with it to lord Harriot" I answered "Ohh, Well that was good. thank you y/n" "You're welcome My king, So what did he want?" "Nothing to do with you" He says turning away and blowing out the candle "Yes my king."

I sat as I usually did in my library, I wanted nothing to do with the flying rumours, the things they said about my husband and that they said I was blind or that I was a fool. I didn't want to react even if I hated that my husband spends his time with a little thing from court. I knew If I made a scene I would be losing my head faster than a slap would land on his cheek. I knew about it all... the long nights, the days away, the hidden kisses in the castle, The girls, half my age, and twice as beautiful as I had ever been, the only thing that brought me peace was a simple knowledge. I am the Queen. I am the Queen. I am the Queen. I am the Queen. and it's not as a pride, or as if I was hungry for the position, but that Of all the beautiful women in the world, He chose me, He might have eyes that wonder but I am the queen he chose to be the queen. I sat in my usual chair close to the fire place, I always felt at home here with my books, the balcony doors closed tightly watching the rain batter them, the glow of the fire and few candles I had lit the library with the beautiful fire glow, I hummed a sweet tune making notes in my book. "My Queen?" I heard at my door making me get up from my seat putting my book down hiding it among others I looked to the door where I saw "Master Sadler, to what do I owe this pleasure?' I asked "The uhh the king sent me my lady, he had businesses with my Lord Cromwell, he said that they will be busy for most of the day and that I should make myself useful and keep you company" "That's very sweet of you" I smiled "my husband didn't sent you" "I'm sorry?' "Cromwell sent you, didn't he?" "He did" 'why did you lie to the queen?" "He asked it off me my queen," "To make it seem as if my husband thought of me" I sighed "I would adore to have your company Master Sadler" I smiled "Then I shall happily supply it my lady" he smiled shutting the door "Will you sit?" I asked "If you ask it of me" "Master Sadler please came forth and sit with your queen" I laughed sitting back in my chair he nodded and came over putting his hand on the other chair a moment, it was strange, they had put in the chair to match my own for when the king was courting me, he would come and read me poems pitching my woo and all moments, but the chair dusty and dirty he hadn't used it since we were married in all honesty I didn't mind. "Is that a new coat Master Sadler?" I asked as he has been standing there with his hand on the chair a while now "Ohh uhh yes my lady," "It makes you look handsome" I smiled as I began to knit "please sit, I insist" He nodded and took off his coat sitting in it on the back of the chair before sitting down on the chair "you look beautiful my lady" "Thank you master Sadler, you are always one to complement" "Because I feel the queen deserves to be complimented more than she is" he says "would you ask anything of me my queen?" "I would ask of you to smile, and to keep me company" "Then I shall do so my lady" he smiled "I should always smile, for I am one so very few lucky in this world." "Lucky?" "Too look freely upon, the most intelligent, the most gracious, the most beautiful woman in the world, I could die moments from now and I would die happy, truly joyous to have seen your face my queen" I blushed hard stopping my knitting to take a breath "Knowone has spoken to me that way in years" I blushed "been a long time since a man had pitched me woo master Sadler, not commonly done to a married woman" "In sorry my queen" "You need not apologize master Sadler, it was beautiful" I smiled "are you practicing?" "Practicing?" "For a young lady?" "No, my queen. I meant it for you" "Oh, well it was very beautiful, thank you" I blushed "you should save things like that for your Young ladies" "I do not have any young ladies, hardly the time I suppose" "Boys your age should always look to young ladies, people may start to question? Your getting to that age when boys break off and begin there own households" "I know, but I cannot bare it" "Whyever not?" "For I love one… that I can never have" "Don't we all" "My queen" he says gripping the chair tightly barely looking at me "may I speak frankly?" "You may master Sadler" I nodded "The king… he is a fool." I glanced up at him curiously eager to hear the rest of his words "He is a fool, the most foolish man in England, for only a fool would act the way that he does" "Master Sadler, as queen I could have you executed for saying such treason against my husband?" "You could" he nods "in fact I beg it of you" "What?" I asked in shock "I beg that these words will send my queen to call the guard upon me, to end my life for these treasonous words against the king, for perhaps… if my heart stops beating. It may end this ache inside my heart, this ache for you. My queen" ".... Master Sadler" I said in shocky heart racing my breaths quick, my breasts heaving, my toes and fingertips tingling, I felt as if I was to faint, It had been so long since I had heard sweet words from a man, but never like this my husband had never said words to me that affected me in this way, I stood trying to regain my composure "I uhhh I uhhh" I stuttered "My queen." He says moving to his knees in front of me "please, hear me." "I will master Sadler" "The king is a fool. A hollow man. He is foolish beyond compare. That he chooses to lie to you. To make a fool of you. To… take another woman. To consort with her. To abandon his oaths, his duties to you, to be with her. This girl she doesn't compare to you, in any way." He explained "she is a slut. A witch. A whore. To have dragged your husband from you. I can only imagine he is under a spell of small mindedness to ever even dream of stepping away from you my lady" he explained "I truly cannot see why any man of stable mind would turn his back on you. For you are more beautiful than the most perfect english rose. More breathtaking then even the most beautiful stars in the sky. Kinder than a thousand mothers, sweeter than the most freshly picked sweet summer strawberries, you are immeasurable to any other woman on this very earth, every second that I spend with you I wish for a thousand more," he explained I was struggling to breath these beautiful words, better then any poetry the king had ever wooed me with "I am enamored by thee, even though thou enjoined to another, I know not of your maidenhood preserved and I do not care. I wish to be with you, physically, emotionally, in all the ways that you may permit me to be I know these words against the king and these words to you my queen are enough to ensure my execution, and you will suffer no I'll favor from myself if you were to have be taken to the gallows for any of these words but… if so, I ask only for one kiss upon those lips and I can die joyous and peaceful for just for a moment I would have touched higher than heaven." "Master Sadler I uhhh… I uh, I have been heard such, beautiful words" I smiled taking hand pulling him to his feet ''you should not have wasted them on me" "Why not, there will never be another woman in this world more deserving of them then you," "You should have saved them, for a beautiful woman. You could marry, have a life and family with." "I don't want to be married" "You-you what?" "I do not want to be married. I do not want a life. I do not want a family with… anyone but you" "But I am the queen… I'm married. I - I" "If the king can have his consort girls" he smirked "I see no reason the queen can not have me" "Ohh master Sadler" I blushed I thought a moment I knew I did desire him and that knowing he felt this way about me too only made my decision more complex, he was right my husband runs off with younger women has nights and kisses with them what is to stop me from having my own little.. play thing "Kiss me." "Yes my lady" he smiled gently pressing his lips against my own, his lips where smooth and soft, his gentle movements against my own, I kissed back moving in time with him as much as I could, I closed my eyes feeling such heat and emotion in the kiss knowing that my husband had never kissed me this way, my moved my hands from his slowly going up his arm he moved a step closer and slipped his hands to my waist his thumb rubbing on my dress as he moaned into my mouth I moaned gently back moving my hands up more to his chest and shoulders gently rubbing him as our kisses grew more passionate "m- my queen I-" he stuttered between kisses unable to truly Remove himself from my lips, I pulled back resting my head on his own "Yes?" "I beg for forgiveness my lady" "Forgiveness? Whatever for?" "For… for… myself" he says between gasps his eyes tightly closed, I glanced down and saw the tightness that now restricted him, but more importantly a patch darker then the rest of the fabric of his clothes and some even on my dress "Ooh. Master Sadler" I giggled blushing hard "I think you may have gotten a little overexcited" "How could I not? Being permitted to kiss the most beautiful woman in the world, how was I supposed to contain myself?" "I have not felt the touch of a man for so long. Let alone the touch of an eager man" I smiled playing with the ties of his shirt "I have never known the touch of a woman. Let alone a woman as beautiful as you my queen" "Did you enjoy kissing me?" "Did I? Do I need to answer that, my lady?" he blushed looking at the mess he had made of himself "did you enjoy to kiss me?" "I did" I smiled moving my hands from playing with his shirt up his chest to his shoulders grabbing his collar with my hand and pulling him back to kiss me, he instantly kissed back eagerly wrapping his arms around me tighter till I pulled back leaving him needy "Master Sadler! Time to go!" We heard as cromwell knocked on the library door "Yes Lord Cromwell" he answered unhappily but he had to reply or riso our Discovery "You will be returning to his house now I suppose?" "I shall, but I will beg the heavens for us to be reunited again my queen," "Will you write?" "Yes my queen" he blushed "and uhh it's Rafe. Rafe Sadler." "Rafe, such a beautiful name." I smiled "such a lovely name for Such a lovely boy" I giggled "y/n. Y/n y/l/n" "Y/n…. Angels themselves couldn't make something that sounds more heavenly to me my love" he smiled giving me a gentle kiss before he moved away getting his coat and covering himself from what had happened "I will pray to all the gods in this world that it will be soon I shall get to see your beautiful face again, to feel your sweet hands, to… kiss your perfect lips my love" "I shall do the same my love" I smiled giving him a tight hug he hugged me back before he hurried off to Cromwell and whatever he needed him for.

I sat in the garden on my usual bench watching the gentle rain bouncing off the roses and the leaves of the trees, the gardens empty of people, but I liked them this way. "It's beautiful to watch the garden in the rain" I smiled "It is. Not half a beautiful as you my queen, but beautiful nonetheless" Rafe smiled holding my hand on the bench hidden by my dresses huge skirt, "but I suppose of I judged the world in comparison to your beauty nothing would even seem pretty at all" "Where did you ever get so beautiful with your words?" I asked "Reading mostly. Or perhaps it is due to having the most wonderful muse" he says kissing my cheek "Where is your master today?" "With the chancellor. Why do you ask?" "The king said he was with your master" "Umm" he nods "and I suppose you told him you were with your handmaid's?" He smirked, stroking his fingers against my hand "if only they knew? Right darling?" "I know what he's doing" I laughed "Do you?" "I can see him" "Where?" "Third window from the door," "Left or right?" "Left" "Ohh I see. It doesn't bother you?" "I can't allow it to bother me. I do not wish to give him the satisfaction of getting a rise out of me." "Why don't we… make him jealous?" "Is that a feeble attempt and asking for a kiss?" "Yes it is" "Good" I smiled giving his lips a sweet kiss "come on, he's busy so the bedchamber is empty" I smiled tugging him  with me heading inside and up to my bedchamber.

I smiled laying in my bed the cotton sheets hugging my naked skin, as I gasped for my breath. Rafe laid with me too naked, sweaty, gasping for breath against the other pillow "ooohh my god, y/n." He gasps "I love you" I smiled nuzzling into his neck pulling his body close "Uhh I love you too…" "Did that feel good?" "Good. There are no words in this or any other language for how amazing that was my love" he explained holding my chin "I can only beg my queen for forgiveness… for the mess I made of her" "You are forgiven my darling" I smiled pulling his sweet hair a little to kiss him deeper he wrapped his arms around me again pulling our bodies inches from each other "again?" "Yes my queen" he smirked.