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Aug. 7th, 2011 at 9:58 PM
He should have retaliated by now. Marian had spent days, weeks, dreading just what Guy would do after she struck him at the alter. He had to have been waiting for her to let her guard down. For her to relent just enough so that he could strike when she was vulnerable. Well that wasn't going to happen. Even if it meant many sleepless nights.

Marian knew she was looking worse for wear. She knew she was worrying her father. But what was she to do? She could defend her home, but could he? He was far worse off than she was. And she knew Guy would take out her miss deeds out on a feeble old man, she had seen it happen more than once.

So there she lay, in between her window her bed chamber door, the shutters thrown wide as was the door. Not a sound would get passed her. Weapons she used as the Night Watchman by her side. She was ready for anything. Unless the whole army was brought to rain siege on her home. She had little hope that, if that were to happen, that Robin would come to her aid. Even if it was quite foolish to do so.

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[info]cutecetta
Aug. 10th, 2011 02:39 am (UTC)
He didn't let her go; grip tightening as she pulled against him. This was not the conversation he wished to be having; especially not in front of her father, and his men.

"I imagined I had feelings for you," he returned. "I hoped that you might return those feelings. Obviously I was wrong." He knew what she thought of him; he might as well live up to the reputation. Besides, it wasn't as if she would believe him, believe that he had intended to tell her, until her father had mentioned how much she had been looking forward to the wedding. He couldn't bear to disappoint her...then.

"You humiliated me," he informed her, voice rising once more. "And you don't humiliate a man like me. Say good-bye to your father, Marian."

He didn't wait for a response before he was jerking her to the door, his own men stepping between Edward and Marian, ready to keep the old man in his chair by force if necessary.
[info]_night_watchman
Aug. 10th, 2011 03:04 am (UTC)
Marian didn't care who saw. Who heard. As far as she was concerned they were all in on it. They were all part of the lie. She had been looking forward to the wedding. She was twenty-two, after all. And although she loved Robin, beyond a doubt, she also knew she couldn't freely marry him now. Not unless she were to become an outlaw as well, and with her father... It simply wasn't possible.

She made a protesting noise as he jerked her toward the door. "Wait. You said I could say goodbye!" She pulled against his hold. Aware of how bad it hurt. But surely he wouldn't make her go without a proper farewell. What if something happened while she were gone? She had her doubts that she would be allowed to visit.

She pulled and writhed until she finally dropped to the ground, forcing her arm free from his grip roughly. Before he had a shot at grabbing her again she scrambled to back to Edward. Standing she wrapped her arms around his neck. Taking the time to whisper in his ear. "As soon as you can get to Robin. He will keep you safe, or find you shelter. Do not worry over me." Forcing tears into her eyes she kissed the older man's cheek. "I love you."
[info]cutecetta
Aug. 10th, 2011 03:07 am (UTC)
He'd said she could say good-bye, Guy hadn't mentioned anything about the kiss and the hug, as well. Still, she was out of his grasp before he could say anything or grab her back again. Striding forward, he took both arms this time, pulling her away from her father, with a warning look to Edward not to interfere. He wouldn't hesitate to throw her over his shoulder if that was necessary.

For the moment, he would settle for forcing her onto the horse and climbing up behind her, riding fast for Nottingham.
[info]_night_watchman
Aug. 10th, 2011 03:54 am (UTC)
She didn't fight anymore, she didn't argue anymore, she simply let him stride her toward the horse. She wouldn't want him to strap her to the horse as if she were a stag, or a boar. The fact that she were riding with him, rather than on her own horse, was bad enough.

She leaned against him. As he rode them toward Nottingham. Rethinking the things she had said in anger. Had she meant them? Had she... Had she truly thought she could love Guy of Gisborne? He hardly knew her. He definitely didn't know she was the Night Watchman. What would happen to her if he found that bit out?
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