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queenofmayMarian does not remember the first time she heard Robin's name.
It would be impossible to point out or to say she never knew of him when his father was the Earl. She does not really know when the first time he heard of her was either, though for all she knows he was probably at her christening, since he was years older. They must have existed for years with the knowledge the other somewhere at the edge of their own tertiary existence.
She does think she knows the first time Robin took notice of her.
It was his tenth birthday and all the children of peerage were invited to the celebration. The entertainment was more than most could afford and thus lusted after by all of the children, save one. She was not the one and so she enjoyed herself to the fullest contentment a child could. So that her shoes and the hem of her dress were hopelessly dirtied when her father brought her before the Earl and his son to say their goodbyes.
Sir Edward said his, and then pushed Marian gently forward, growing worried, shown by his hand on her shoulder when she looked between the two slowly and conspicuously.
She said her thanks to the Earl for the entertainment, as her father had practiced with her before the party, and then she stopped the lesson without batting an eyelash, when she announced she would not thank Robin. In short time, she appraised his large pile of presents in contrast to his minor show of attention to anyone the whole day, pointing out he was foolish because would not even play with any of the people he invited, and that while she'd liked the party, she much rather go to any of the other children's houses instead.
Her father and his turned instantly crimson, Robins head shot up and the room went truly silent, but she never noticed because the vice grip of her fathers hand on her shoulder had her immediate attention.
He admonished her and told her to say thank you for the party and to tell them she'd be grateful if they'd forgive her and let her come again. She looked at him resolutely, through the surprising pain of her shoulder, tears swimming in her bright blue gray eyes and then she did something she knew she'd be remember of for a long time.
She crossed her arms, nose in the air, and looked away from all three, audacious and opinionated to the point of whatever punishment awaited her; even at six.
It would be impossible to point out or to say she never knew of him when his father was the Earl. She does not really know when the first time he heard of her was either, though for all she knows he was probably at her christening, since he was years older. They must have existed for years with the knowledge the other somewhere at the edge of their own tertiary existence.
She does think she knows the first time Robin took notice of her.
It was his tenth birthday and all the children of peerage were invited to the celebration. The entertainment was more than most could afford and thus lusted after by all of the children, save one. She was not the one and so she enjoyed herself to the fullest contentment a child could. So that her shoes and the hem of her dress were hopelessly dirtied when her father brought her before the Earl and his son to say their goodbyes.
Sir Edward said his, and then pushed Marian gently forward, growing worried, shown by his hand on her shoulder when she looked between the two slowly and conspicuously.
She said her thanks to the Earl for the entertainment, as her father had practiced with her before the party, and then she stopped the lesson without batting an eyelash, when she announced she would not thank Robin. In short time, she appraised his large pile of presents in contrast to his minor show of attention to anyone the whole day, pointing out he was foolish because would not even play with any of the people he invited, and that while she'd liked the party, she much rather go to any of the other children's houses instead.
Her father and his turned instantly crimson, Robins head shot up and the room went truly silent, but she never noticed because the vice grip of her fathers hand on her shoulder had her immediate attention.
He admonished her and told her to say thank you for the party and to tell them she'd be grateful if they'd forgive her and let her come again. She looked at him resolutely, through the surprising pain of her shoulder, tears swimming in her bright blue gray eyes and then she did something she knew she'd be remember of for a long time.
She crossed her arms, nose in the air, and looked away from all three, audacious and opinionated to the point of whatever punishment awaited her; even at six.