Marian of Knighton

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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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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.
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?