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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 2, 2009 17:57:28 GMT 1
Marian hated this, knowing the castle had plenty whilst the villagers had so little food. There was little she could do, of course, and what she had done she luckily got away with. But how much longer could she supply some food to the villagers without being caught? She had planned to get another bag today, and made her way towards the kitchen. She had told her guard she wanted to lie down, and when she had opened her door he was already long gone. It was to her gain, of course.
Walking through the corridor, she kept her eye out for any guards. There were a few places for her to hide if she did come across anyone, but not many, so she had to be extra careful. Especially since not only was she not meant to be near the kitchens, she wasn't meant to go anywhere without a guard. Not that that was her fault of course, the Sheriff had to look into who he put up as guards.
Getting closer to the kitchen, she was getting more hopeful. Perhaps she would get away with it again, would be in and out with a sack of food to stash in her room before she could get out again tonight. But of course, hope usually was crushed for her, so she tried not to hope too much.
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Post by Sir Guy of Gisborne on Jul 2, 2009 18:43:41 GMT 1
Guy pushed open the door, heading out of the kitchens. The Sheriff had sent him down there to sort out the arrangements. No matter how important Guy convinced himself he was, he was still being made to do pointless errands, fit for servants. He gritted his teeth. Still, at least he could go back to his room now and relax for a few hours before he had to face them all again.
Saying that, he might head down to the inn. He could do with a drink. His mood had been growing more and more dark recently and the only thing that seemed to revive him was the bitter taste of the Trip's ale. The Sheriff wouldn't like it though. He was getting increasingly agitated with Guy's sporadic disappearing acts. The more often Guy went missing, the worse the jobs were when he came back. It wasn't long ago that Guy was Vaisey's right hand man; right now, he felt like a servant. He sighed as he strode along the corridor before he stopped short, catching sight of Marian walking in the opposite direction.
At the sight of her, he felt a pang of regret. As much as he liked her being in the castle, had he thought about the consequences a little more, he would never have burned her house. She'd looked miserable ever since and her expression never failed to flood his heart with emotion. "My Lady," he acknowledged her, clasping his hands behind his back. His palms were slightly sweaty as he watched her, gaging her reaction.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 2, 2009 19:55:47 GMT 1
Marian inwardly groaned when she saw Guy from a distance. Now she was in trouble, she had been caught without a guard and within an area she wasn't meant to be. She began to think of reasons why she was here, things she could say to Guy, and knew instantly what she would say.
"Sir Guy," she said politely when he addressed her, smiling a little.
She glanced at the kitchens, pushing her thought into her head so if she had to say it then it would sound real. She licked her lips, looking down at the ground. Guy hadn't moved, as if he wanted to speak to her. Raising her eyebrow, she waited for him to either speak or move to the side and let her through.
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Post by Sir Guy of Gisborne on Jul 4, 2009 0:46:17 GMT 1
Guy studied her face; she looked uncomfortable. It wasn't really surprising. She must hate him after all he'd done. A wave of regret washed over him as he stood there, the beautiful face before him seeming to eat into him, tearing him apart. He looked down at the stone floor, his throat feeling dry and scratchy. "How are you?" he asked, his voice deep and rough. He'd never been one for small talk, but when he was near Marian, every interesting thought he possessed seem to flutter out of his brain, leaving him scrabbling for things to say. Anything would be better than standing before her, looking and feeling like a blithering idiot.
Slowly, however, a thought came to him. "Why are you down here?" he asked, his gaze focused on a point just below her left ear. He could feel her piercing eyes on him, searching, and it made him feel uncomfortable. He wasn't used to being made to feel so inadequate by a women, but for some reason he didn't begrudge Marian her hold over him. In fact, it made him feel somehow more connected to life than he'd been for a long time. He knew he'd been sinking further and further to despair, living solely to inflict pain and suffering on behalf of the Sheriff. However, Marian's attention, no matter how unfriendly, proved he really was a person. That still didn't explain why she was where she shouldn't be though. Taking a deep breath, gathering all his courage, he tore his eyes away from their focus point and he looked at her again.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 4, 2009 21:24:34 GMT 1
Marian tried to stay calm, after all she knew if she looked too worried he would get suspicious. Well, more suspicious than he was bound to be right now. But she couldn't help it, she knew she was doing something she took a great risk in, it showed in her face. But clearlyhe didn't want to discuss that, he just asked her a simple question. Calming down a little, she smiled a little.
"I am well, thank you. How are you?"
It was only polite to ask him back, she never lost her manners when she felt they should be used. But then her calmness disappeared, and it became clear that he certainly had noticed her behaviour and that she shouldn't have been here, especially without a guard. However, she had a choice, two excuses she could make up. But of course, she knew which one would work.
"My father, he is too ill to leave his room. Due to this he is often forgotten, and isn't fed. And I can't leave the hall with food for him, the Sheriff would not allow it. I just...thought I could get him some food to last for a few days."
She looked at him innocently, the big eyes and the sad smile. She felt bad, acting like this, but she had to lie to him if she wanted to get some food to help the villagers.
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Post by Sir Guy of Gisborne on Jul 12, 2009 0:20:44 GMT 1
Guy was about to reply that he was well when the extent of the situation dawned on him. "Lady Marian, you must not be down here. If the Sheriff were to catch you..." He shuddered slightly before walking forward and taking her by the elbow, turning her round and beginning to walk with her along the way she'd come. Looking around to check they were alone, he leaned in close to her and whispered, "I will make sure your father is given the best food the kitchen has to offer, and you too." He gulped, looking down at the stone flags of the floor. "My lady, I thought my feelings for you had waned, but I admit, I still care for your wellbeing." He looked down, a little colour rising into his cheeks beneath the layer of stubble. "While you are here, you will be treated like the Lady you are, as long as you allow me to protect you." He frowned glancing at her.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 12, 2009 0:32:31 GMT 1
Marian tried to not look too disappointed when he led her away, annoyed that she wouldn't be able to get food as she had hoped. Suddenly, he was leaning in close, and it took everything in her not to pull away. She smiled gratefully at his words, knowing he put himself at risk for doing so.
"Thank you, but I do not want you risking any trouble just to help me."
Marian swallowed as his words intensified, becoming far more intimate. It made her uncomfortable, making her want to run as fast as she could but she had to stay on his good side.
"Thank you, Sir Guy. I appreciate it."
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Post by Sir Guy of Gisborne on Jul 12, 2009 21:25:28 GMT 1
Guy looked down at the floor, before reaching out and taking her shoulders in his hands. "Marian..." He gulped, looking down at the ground between them before meeting her gaze again. "About Knighton Hall, I..." It wasn't often that Guy was lost for words, but with her cool, accusatory gaze on him, he had no idea what to say next. He let go of her and took a step back, turning to look out of the mullion window over the courtyard. The sun was beginning to sink below the city walls and he frowned slightly as a red glow was cast across his face. "You know if I could take it back..." It was useless. He'd acted in a selfish act of revenge for her embarrassing him at the alter and now there was nothing he could do to take it back. He'd made her life nigh on unbearable and played her straight into the hands of the Sheriff. He found it hard to even look at Sir Edward. He always had such a pained expression and as much as Guy tried to push it to the back of his mind, he knew it was at least in part his fault.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 12, 2009 21:36:10 GMT 1
Marian kept her face without emotion as he spoke, not wanting to show the fear when he grabbed her. He was right up close, though barely looking at her, and it scared her so much. He kept trying to speak to her, but his words were jumbled but she did not once remove her eyes from him.
When he stepped back, she released a breath she didn't know she was holding. But her eyes still refused to leave him. He just couldn't say it, could he? He couldn't say that one apology to her. She understood that she had embarrassed him, and hurt him, but she had trusted him also and hearing that he had tried to kill the King hurt her.
"If that is all, Sir Guy, I better head back to my chambers before the Sheriff finds me without a guard."
She clearly wasn't impressed, but she wasn't very sure how easily he would let her go.
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Post by Sir Guy of Gisborne on Jul 12, 2009 22:04:32 GMT 1
Guy looked back round at her, his face a little pained. "Of course, my Lady," he said, his voice gruff and heavy. His eyes lingered on her face for a moment before he leaned out over the courtyard and called for a guard to escort Marian back to her room. "Now no one can accuse you," he explained, trying to justify the nervous feeling he had in the pit of his stomach that if he let go of her she would slip away. "And Marian," he said as he turned to leave. "If you should ever need me..." He gulped, hoping she didn't notice his voice tremble slightly, before walking away along the corridor, acknowledging the guard as he passed.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 12, 2009 22:17:43 GMT 1
Marian frowned a little, seeing the look in his eyes. She knew that he had done bad things to her, but she could not help but feel a little sympathy for her. After all, with what she had done at the wedding. Excusing herself from the guard, telling him he had heard wrongly, she began following him.
"Guy!" she shouted when it became obvious he hadn't noticed she was following him. Smiling a little when she got closer, she faced him. "Perhaps if I walk with you, the Sheriff would not mind so much."
She had to use this time of them alone together to try and get him to forgive her, she needed him no matter what Robin may say. She needed him so she could help Robin. And if that meant being as nice as she could to him, then she would be.
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Post by Sir Guy of Gisborne on Jul 12, 2009 23:53:58 GMT 1
Guy froze hearing Marian's voice behind him. He'd been lost in a whirl of thoughts about her, the way he'd treated her, the way she'd treated him. It most definitely came as a shock to hear her only feet behind him. "I thought I told..." He peered over her shoulder to where the guard was walking back around the corner and sighed. He couldn't be bothered to contest. "What is it, my Lady?" he asked as cooly as possible, crossing his leather clad arms across his chest. "Of course, no one would bother you, if you were with me. However, you're usually so keen to show your displeasure at being with me." He ran his tongue over her teeth. He was being mean again in an attempt to cover his weakness. He looked down at the stone ground again before giving a sharp nod. "Of course I will escort you." After taking a deep breath and stilling himself, he began moving slowly towards the staircase with her beside him.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 13, 2009 0:10:29 GMT 1
marian walked along with him, trying to see exactly how she could make her stay useful. She had to say something to make it look as if she was staying with him for a reason. And there was only one thing she could think of that she could mention. Something that she knew she could try and get him to soften more with her.
"I want to apologise for what I did. leaving you there, just with my father...I could not risk leaving him."
It was a lie in a way, of course. Part of the reason she left was due to Much appearing and making her realise exactly what she was doing. But this would sound fine, and she did mean part of it. She was sorry that she had humiliated him, but she wasn't sorry she left.
She cared for him, yes, but not enough that she could get over the horrors he had done.
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Post by Sir Guy of Gisborne on Jul 13, 2009 0:24:55 GMT 1
Guy's teeth clenched at her words. Hearing her say it, it made everything feel so real, so painful. It bought that day back into sharp relief and for the tiniest second, he was sure he could still feel is cheek aching from where the wedding ring had made contact with his face. "That's no excuse," he said quietly, worried he wouldn't be able to stop himself shouting if he spoke any louder. "I promised you I'd keep your father safe. I just wish you'd trusted me." He shook his head a little, a frown furrowing his brow. He didn't blame her; he'd betrayed her trust before, but that day was supposed to be the start of something new. With Marian at his side, Guy could have been a better man, a satisfied man. Still, as it was he'd been left there in Locksley, a bruise rising on his cheek as a painful reminder and a parish full of peasants who'd witnessed his embarrassing downfall. It was almost too hard to bear. All he wanted to do was be away from her. His eyes were fixed firmly on the ground. To look at her would be excruciating.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 13, 2009 0:40:24 GMT 1
She looked down, worried for a second that he would only loose his temper with her. Glancing at him, she noticed that he couldn't look at her, and that just made her heart ache a little. She never realised that she'd hurt him that much, she always thought he would be able to push it aside.
"I do trust you Guy, but I did not want to risk more time passing with my father at risk. You must understand, he's all I have left."
It was true, though she had Robin there, her father was the last thing she truly had there for her, and she could not risk loosing him. She looked at him, for the first time properly seeing the mark she had left when she hit him. Without realising what she was doing, she found her hand coming up to brush against it gently, frowning at the bruise. Yes, she did not like being forced into marrying him, but over the time they were betrothed, she had gotten to know what he was like when he did not have his armour on, when he was not acting like the Sheriff, and she knew he was a good man, deep down. She had cared for him, in a way.
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