Sep. 1st, 2011 at 12:22 AM
And so Marian found herself at the castle gate, trying to con one of the more soft hearted guards. "Please David, I wont be gone long enough to be missed, I promise." She batted her long eyelashes at the man. "I feel like a wilted flower, if I don't get some sunshine and fresh air soon I may begin to shrivel." The man stuttered, he was a bit young, still wet behind the ears, unused to pretty women speaking so boldly to him.
Yet before he could say anything he went near white. Looking over her shoulder at something. Glancing back Marian too paled. "Sir Guy." She greeted.
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"I did not see you complaining at the time," he settled for. "You are a prisoner, Marian, and you are not free to come and go as you please."
Marian was going slowly but surely stir crazy. "And I didn't complain because I was allowed to ride her. Then." She crossed her arms over her chest.
"You are a hostage to ensure your father's continued loyalty," Guy answered, once they were out of earshot. "And to guarantee your own behavior."
"Hostage, now, am I?" She would have to be sure that her next missive insured that her father would stay loyal only to King Richard, no matter what happened to her.
"That should not be a surprise to you. You shall stay here as long as the Sheriff deems it necessary, and you shall not stray from these walls."
"So I am to become a troll then?"
"But I will not have you tempting the guards." Hard eyes met hers. "Not only will you be punished, so will they." And anyone she saw after her escape, be it her father, or Hood. He most definitely had his suspicions there.
"I am glad I found this out now, rather than after, had I followed through." Oh yes she did go there, no she wasn't talking about wooing the guard into letting her out of the gate, but of their wedding.
He leaned in, looming over her. "I would track you down."
She glared up at him as he loomed over her. "How would you manage that? You have yet to catch The Night Watchman, or Robin Hood." Oh yes she was rubbing salt in the wound, her tone icy.
She didn't like that look in his eye. What was he thinking? It couldn't be anything good. She pressed her hands against his chest. "Let me go."
"I think I could find you with no issue."
"What makes you so confident?"