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queenofmayDay One
She tried not to cringe as his fingers lingered a second longer tan necessary tying the necklace he'd brought this time. Insisted that she put it on before she could try to deny him again. Speaking of it being simple silver, because she need no gaudy gold or jewels--a compliment which would have been sweet were he not glowering down at her as though she was his prey. Trying to press it back to him as unneeded he became unruly again, suddenly seeming insulted and annoyed by it. Alone in the castle room with the guard waiting on Sir Guy still all she could do was accept.
Was say she was grateful.
At least then she could leave sooner then.
He stepped away finally to speak to one of his men, blocking the door so all she could do was stand in the center of the room. Why was it men seemed to think women could be entertained by the pattern of the floor or the empty air. She held her tongue and kept her head high, waiting, which turned out for the best when they spoke of a Ruthford consignment which wouldn't be guarded. Her heart leapt with a rush as she suddenly knew what she would be doing with her afternoon.
It was her rush to get home though that left her unprepared for the cloaked man in the forest who jumped out in front of her. It was Robin. She knew it was Robin the moment he jumped out. She knew it was Robin as the horse reared. She knew it was Robin as she went tumbling from the house, bruising her pride more than her own body. Because it was just like him. She glowered all through his, supposedly, adorable banter about the dangers of the forest with its the unsavory people and felt completely justified in her satisfied joy when he was suddenly jealous about her necklace, saying it was from Gisburn.
Thus she possible deserved a little of the slap it felt like when he said it was stolen. Robin made her feel bad for any grace she'd given in wearing it, even if she'd meant to hide it away in the same box with the other trinkets forced on her never to be looked at again, and then flippantly told her to keep it, but she pressed it on him.
For many reason, many of them the right reasons, but the largest that she knew what it was to be given things by a mother.
How irreplaceable those things were, no matter what they were.
~*~
Day Two
Marian dressed in her leathers that afternoon with some glee in her step. Even with the now constant appearance of Robin, the Nightwatchman did not appear often during the day. It made their parallel roles work well. She worked at night and he during the day, keeping the people safe. Making her way through the house, on the side, to the stable she had been about to put herself astride one of her fathers destrier when the shouts came from the yard. Running out, she spotted the three men, and her father, not feeble, but not as able. She threw herself into them. Anger flooding her, driving her onward, until she'd taken all of them down.
Before she could the last one an extra time, just for good measure, Robin arrived yelling for her to stop.
Her grey-blue eyes were wide and brilliant, anger and exhilaration flooding her, as she stepped back up to her father, allowing him to hold her. Choosing to not notice how he huddled to her.
There was confusing yelling between the smaller group and Robin's men, one of the men especially was the focus of Alan. Somehow it seemed more intimate and enraging to him, his pride and shame showed evidentially. Robin apologized to them, and then so did the robber that Alan had been talking to them. Twice, to make sure it was loud enough. Her anger was still present, but her intrigue about just exactly was happening was starting to win out. Her father's hand trembled in her, and so give it a gentle squeeze she let go grabbing Robin's attention.
Moving into the barn she relayed the information, among more jealous barbs, about the consignment of silver to him.
Then, regardless of the fact she couldn't leave her father, the people would still be able to get more money and the essentials which could be bought with it.
~*~
Day Three
She almost laughed when the whistle came at the window. They'd done that as children, to meet without her father to guard their conversation. She couldn't help the smile on her lips when she came to the window, or that it stayed through his gymnastic antics in reaching her window. There were the normal compliments he tried to press on her, which she only admitted privately still caused her heart to race, followed by the repeated apology for the prior days events, and then it went to recent events as always.
The trio were going to be hanged, for another set of stupid acts, in Robin's name which did gall him. He'd save them, she could see that even as he raged in confusion and childishly didn't want to. He would. Because, though he might be arrogant and childish and brash and self serving at times, he truly was a good man.
That thought vanished when he tried to worm up close and kiss her. She stopped him, while they bantered about whether that would help his predicament at all. As he left, she rubbed her fingers together, the feeling of friction from his beard still ticking her fingers. The Robin who'd left her many years ago did not bear the same face or texture, did not bear the same weight on his shoulder for his people.
He may have hurt her greater than he'd ever known, but perhaps he had grown up more than she'd ever suspected.
~*~
Taking a trip into town had somehow ended up with her in Sir Guy's presence once more. It seemed like he had alarm bells on her, so that he could find her if she was ever near the castle. He accused her of loosing the necklace, which she quickly excused about not wanting to lose the precious gift. There would have been more but she was distracted by the scream, which caused him to move their conversation into a further corridor.
Talking in circle's about loyalty and understanding she didn't understand until minutes later that the man screaming was his sergeant, was being torture because he was the one betraying Sir Guy's information about the consignment. In shock, filled suddenly with both fear and guilt, she swore she could still hear him screaming, even as Guy continued to talk about her understanding before walking off. The silence around her was thick and pristine as she stared down the hallway the way she'd come.
Walking back to the dungeon she asked about the man who'd been screaming....only to be told he wouldn't be troubling her now, because he was dead.
She ate nothing and cried most of the night.
She tried not to cringe as his fingers lingered a second longer tan necessary tying the necklace he'd brought this time. Insisted that she put it on before she could try to deny him again. Speaking of it being simple silver, because she need no gaudy gold or jewels--a compliment which would have been sweet were he not glowering down at her as though she was his prey. Trying to press it back to him as unneeded he became unruly again, suddenly seeming insulted and annoyed by it. Alone in the castle room with the guard waiting on Sir Guy still all she could do was accept.
Was say she was grateful.
At least then she could leave sooner then.
He stepped away finally to speak to one of his men, blocking the door so all she could do was stand in the center of the room. Why was it men seemed to think women could be entertained by the pattern of the floor or the empty air. She held her tongue and kept her head high, waiting, which turned out for the best when they spoke of a Ruthford consignment which wouldn't be guarded. Her heart leapt with a rush as she suddenly knew what she would be doing with her afternoon.
It was her rush to get home though that left her unprepared for the cloaked man in the forest who jumped out in front of her. It was Robin. She knew it was Robin the moment he jumped out. She knew it was Robin as the horse reared. She knew it was Robin as she went tumbling from the house, bruising her pride more than her own body. Because it was just like him. She glowered all through his, supposedly, adorable banter about the dangers of the forest with its the unsavory people and felt completely justified in her satisfied joy when he was suddenly jealous about her necklace, saying it was from Gisburn.
Thus she possible deserved a little of the slap it felt like when he said it was stolen. Robin made her feel bad for any grace she'd given in wearing it, even if she'd meant to hide it away in the same box with the other trinkets forced on her never to be looked at again, and then flippantly told her to keep it, but she pressed it on him.
For many reason, many of them the right reasons, but the largest that she knew what it was to be given things by a mother.
How irreplaceable those things were, no matter what they were.
~*~
Day Two
Marian dressed in her leathers that afternoon with some glee in her step. Even with the now constant appearance of Robin, the Nightwatchman did not appear often during the day. It made their parallel roles work well. She worked at night and he during the day, keeping the people safe. Making her way through the house, on the side, to the stable she had been about to put herself astride one of her fathers destrier when the shouts came from the yard. Running out, she spotted the three men, and her father, not feeble, but not as able. She threw herself into them. Anger flooding her, driving her onward, until she'd taken all of them down.
Before she could the last one an extra time, just for good measure, Robin arrived yelling for her to stop.
Her grey-blue eyes were wide and brilliant, anger and exhilaration flooding her, as she stepped back up to her father, allowing him to hold her. Choosing to not notice how he huddled to her.
There was confusing yelling between the smaller group and Robin's men, one of the men especially was the focus of Alan. Somehow it seemed more intimate and enraging to him, his pride and shame showed evidentially. Robin apologized to them, and then so did the robber that Alan had been talking to them. Twice, to make sure it was loud enough. Her anger was still present, but her intrigue about just exactly was happening was starting to win out. Her father's hand trembled in her, and so give it a gentle squeeze she let go grabbing Robin's attention.
Moving into the barn she relayed the information, among more jealous barbs, about the consignment of silver to him.
Then, regardless of the fact she couldn't leave her father, the people would still be able to get more money and the essentials which could be bought with it.
~*~
Day Three
She almost laughed when the whistle came at the window. They'd done that as children, to meet without her father to guard their conversation. She couldn't help the smile on her lips when she came to the window, or that it stayed through his gymnastic antics in reaching her window. There were the normal compliments he tried to press on her, which she only admitted privately still caused her heart to race, followed by the repeated apology for the prior days events, and then it went to recent events as always.
The trio were going to be hanged, for another set of stupid acts, in Robin's name which did gall him. He'd save them, she could see that even as he raged in confusion and childishly didn't want to. He would. Because, though he might be arrogant and childish and brash and self serving at times, he truly was a good man.
That thought vanished when he tried to worm up close and kiss her. She stopped him, while they bantered about whether that would help his predicament at all. As he left, she rubbed her fingers together, the feeling of friction from his beard still ticking her fingers. The Robin who'd left her many years ago did not bear the same face or texture, did not bear the same weight on his shoulder for his people.
He may have hurt her greater than he'd ever known, but perhaps he had grown up more than she'd ever suspected.
~*~
Taking a trip into town had somehow ended up with her in Sir Guy's presence once more. It seemed like he had alarm bells on her, so that he could find her if she was ever near the castle. He accused her of loosing the necklace, which she quickly excused about not wanting to lose the precious gift. There would have been more but she was distracted by the scream, which caused him to move their conversation into a further corridor.
Talking in circle's about loyalty and understanding she didn't understand until minutes later that the man screaming was his sergeant, was being torture because he was the one betraying Sir Guy's information about the consignment. In shock, filled suddenly with both fear and guilt, she swore she could still hear him screaming, even as Guy continued to talk about her understanding before walking off. The silence around her was thick and pristine as she stared down the hallway the way she'd come.
Walking back to the dungeon she asked about the man who'd been screaming....only to be told he wouldn't be troubling her now, because he was dead.
She ate nothing and cried most of the night.