She looked at the ground finding the words empty. They'd given her so much hope once and they were just words. And she'd still spent the greater part of her day learning what and when her wedding would be.

As though she was a bit part to be played.

Turning to face him, her sword lowered finally and her face still impassive. "And what?"

Marian walked toward him directly. "You think I should just back out and Guy will smile and release me? If he knew I'd betrayed him, if he knew I was the Nightwatchman, he would lash out-- not just at me; at my father."