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In Sadness Or In Happiness

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Marian de Knighton
♣ Lady / Nightwatchman ♣


√ LOCALISATION : In the arms of Robin
√ NOMBRE DE PRINTEMPS : 26

► WE ARE ROBIN HOOD ◄
● Age: 21 printemps
● Titre: Noble
● Inventaire:

MessageSujet: In Sadness Or In Happiness Jeu 6 Mai - 16:35

... In Sadness Or In Happiness ...

Chapitre 1 : Gazes Spoke Volumes




"…"


OUTLAW’S CAMP
FIN ÉTÉ 1193

The sound of the soft breeze sweeping through the trees gave her some unexpected serenity as she walked next to Robin towards the camp. She could not help but notice how Sherwood Forest seemed quieter and calmer then she had ever remembered it to be. Even the sound of the birds was distant. She mused over how it seemed that the whole forest was grieving and sharing her loss. Robin also seemed to have adapted to the mood of the forest and was walking beside her in silence, throwing her worried glances all the way. He was very quiet, walking calm and careful as if he was afraid of stepping to close our disturbing her. She could not help but feel warmness regarding how considerate he was and how clear he wanted her to know that he was not under any circumstances going to take advantage of the situation like Gisborne had done previously. Yet she know him to well to know that he could not agree on him staying out of her way to long, but rather wanting to do something to ease her pain.

Yet if she had thought the forest was quiet, it was nothing toward the silence that greeted her in the camp. Everyone looked up as she and Robin walked in and she could see the sadness and sympathy in their eyes and that turned out to be her breaking point. She turned to Robin and asked him quietly where she would sleep. He pointed at a bunk close to the fire (she learned later on that it had belonged to Allan) and she went straight to it, crept under the blanket and turned her back to everyone. She remained there for the rest of the day. She refused the dinner Robin brought her and would not join the others around the fire.

Robin tried on several occasion to approach her softly with implication that she ought to eat something or if she would want some company but she just turned him down. Truth to be told, despite that she was glad to have Robin close to her, she was not really ready to meet or see anyone. Keeping the pretending on the wedding and offering the happy couple a smile had taken all of her strength.

Night came and she heard the outlaws, one after another retire to bed. All but one and she knew perfectly well who it was. After waiting for a while to see if he was going to retire, she turned and faced him. He was sitting so that he was facing her bunk and she could see the sadness and hurt that was in his eyes. They remained like that for a while, gazing into each other's eyes before he stood up and brought over a goblet filled with water. He handed the goblet over to her, and she found it hard to resist accepting it while he was starring at her with such intensity. She took a few zips before it hit her exactly how thirsty she was. All the crying had drained her out. Before she knew it, the goblet was empty and Robin had moved to stroke her hair softly, still not speaking. She closed her ease and allowed his touch to take over her senses and it was not before long she was lost in a deep sleep.

Robin remained closed, not willing to leave her side. He felt anger at himself and his emotions. He was undoubtedly happy to have her close to him, yet the circumstances that have caused them to be under the same roof hurt him as much at it hurt her. He had always regarded Edward as a father figure and had promised the old man to look after Marian, yet nothing he could do would ease her pain. And feeling happiness that she was here while she was suffering was the main reason for his anger as well for his failure to save her father. He should have saved Edward that day with Winchester, but instead he had been distracted by Winchester desire for Marian to even think of Edward. The only thing he could do now was to make sure that his love was well taken care of and that she would never feel alone again. That is something he vowed to himself.
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Marian de Knighton
♣ Lady / Nightwatchman ♣


√ LOCALISATION : In the arms of Robin
√ NOMBRE DE PRINTEMPS : 26

► WE ARE ROBIN HOOD ◄
● Age: 21 printemps
● Titre: Noble
● Inventaire:

MessageSujet: Re: In Sadness Or In Happiness Lun 17 Mai - 18:25

... In Sadness Or In Hapiness ...

Chapitre 2 : Dreamers


Marian couldn't sleep. Every time she closed her eyes she saw her father's still unmoving face and body. She was sleeping near to Djaq and Robin was three beds away; she was thankful that he couldn't see her desperately trying to get a hold of herself.

She remembered how she'd treated her father the last time that she'd spoken to him and despite the message Robin had delivered from him she couldn't contain the anger and sadness for not reconciling their argument.

She ran outside into the cool night to gain some air from the suffocating heaviness of her father's death. Marian didn't cry or sob, she'd done enough of that already—or so she thought. It wasn't two seconds later that a single tear ran its way down her cheek.

Just one.

How could she have said all those awful things to him? Marian stared out into the dark density of Sherwood. "I'm sorry," she whispered, knowing he couldn't hear. "I didn't mean any of it."

She heard footsteps behind her and suddenly felt very foolish. "I didn't want to wake anybody," she said, not caring who was behind her.

"You don't have to do this on your own." Robin's voice was not mocking as it usually was. Nor did he sound ready to smile and joke around like he always did.

"Do what?'' Marian asked, still not facing him.

"Mourn," Robin answered. "We're all here for you. I'm here for you."

Marian turned to look at him finally. "That's the worst thing you could possibly say. It's what everybody will always say. If you're going to speak I want you say that only you would say."

Robin didn't smile like she wished he would. If he smiled then she might have the courage to smile. But he didn't smile; and probably didn't because he thought she wouldn't want him to. Instead he sat down, and gestured for her to join him. Marian sat down and leaned on his shoulder. "The stars are out," Robin said suddenly, not exactly what she was expecting. "And we can even see them through the trees."

Robin closed his eyes and said, "When my mother died my father told me that she had become a star just so she could watch us from the sky."

"Then, let's stargaze and try to pick out the pair of stars shining the brightest." He laid down on the forest floor and Marian switched the position of her head to his chest. She liked it there and the stars were beautiful too.

"What did he mean?" Robin asked. "With his message?"

Marian's throat closed. "Earlier today he called me a dreamer. You, too, actually. He asked me if you were worthy of the risks I take for you."

Robin exaled and ran his fingertips over her arm. "What did you tell him?"

Marian stared into the heavens. "That I thought you were. I don't know if he meant that we were dreamers for being in love or for fighting for a better England. I wish I did."

Robin kept stroking her arm, not saying a word.

Marian continued. "When I was little my mother would always ask me what I dreamt of during the night when I woke up in the morning. Whatever I answered she'd always tell me to chase after it. Father would say that she shouldn't encourage me; that it wasn't good to get my hopes up too high."

"He changed his mind," Robin murmured.

"Yes, I suppose he did. You know Robin, one night I dreamt about you."

He laughed quietly to himself, and Marian wished she'd seen the smile that had gone with his laugh.

"It was the night after I met you, when I was three. Do you remember? When my mother asked me about my dreams I told her all about it and she told me to chase you. It was the last dream she told me to go after because she died that same day."

Which star would her mother be if she were one? Which star was smiling and winking it's light just for her?
Marian was feeling better, not completely but definitely an improvement. "It's strange that both my father and mother tell me to chase you just before they die."

"What? That's not what he said, Marian—"

"Yes he did. When he called me a dreamer I think was referring to both the fight and to you, but more to you. And when he told you to tell me that it was good to dream he was telling me that he approved of you and at the same time giving you the permission." She paused long enough to hear him suck in a slow breath. "That's what he meant."

There was silence. Then Robin said, "If you have to chase someone they usually have to be running away."

Marian shifted to lean on one elbow and look at him. He was smiling, and she found it at last to smile in return. "You aren't running away, though are you?"

"Am I? I didn't think I was." Robin grinned cockily and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Come on, you need rest." He held his hand to he help her to her feet. "I'll order you to sleep if I have to."

Marian didn't need an order; she was feeling tired as it was. Back in her bed, and before she drifted off to sleep se looked pointedly in Robin's direction, although he was asleep already. 'Thank you', Marian thought. 'Thank you for making it possible for me to smile'.


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Marian de Knighton
♣ Lady / Nightwatchman ♣


√ LOCALISATION : In the arms of Robin
√ NOMBRE DE PRINTEMPS : 26

► WE ARE ROBIN HOOD ◄
● Age: 21 printemps
● Titre: Noble
● Inventaire:

MessageSujet: Re: In Sadness Or In Happiness Lun 17 Mai - 18:25

... In Sadness Or In Hapiness ...

Chapitre 3 : Not A Lady Anymore


Last days events felt like a big blur in Gisborne's head. Robin Hood had almost managed to kill him when he was heading for their camp. The pact had been stolen, according to witnesses by Edward, who is rumored to have handed it over to Robin Hood. And not to forget the impact Edwards death just had made on his future. Despite the death of the man he could not help but to wonder over this opportunity that had just been given to him. Now that Marian was without guardian, her status as a noble woman was at risk and she needed someone to provide for her. And with her grief she would be more susceptible to help and want someone to support her and help her through everything. Not to forget that he had a key to her freedom as well. She hated the castle, and now that the sheriff suspected her to be involved in her father's escape, life in the castle would be even harder.

A part of him did feel a little ashamed for how easily he discarded her father's dead, but he had dreamed off the day when he would marry Marian and make her his wife. And that dream could come true quicker then he would have imaged, which let him discharge his guilt feeling. He could always make it up to the old man by doing everything in his power to make Marian happy.

Yesterday he had even managed to steal a kiss from her, and even if it could have been considered to him taking advantage of the situation, it had taken her a while before she reacted and pushed him away. He dismissed the reason that her slow response was due to shock, but that it took her a while to see that it was simple not a good time. He had left her alone for the rest of the night, wishing to give her some space, but this morning he felt that he could not stay away any longer. He was always so drawn to her, and the idea of holding her, comforting her, made him feel a little warm inside, a feeling he didn't experience too often.

He approached the door swiftly, halted and took a deep breath before knocking softly on the door. There was no response. He tried again, and still no response. Perhaps she is still sleeping or perhaps she is just ignoring everyone? "Marian! It is me, Guy. May I come in?" He softly turned the handle and pushed the door open. He could not help but to stare confused on the empty bed before letting his gaze sweep over the room. That's when he noticed the broken window and she set of sheets tied to a long rope and dangling out through the window.

"No, she wouldn't have. Surely my eyes are deceiving me. She would not leave me. Could not. Not after I confessed my feelings for her as well as my intentions." Then a sudden thought hit him: "Unless my intentions are the reason she left?" His eyes turned dark as the thought hit him. After all, it would not be the first time she left him. "This cannot be the end. She will come back. If not, I will find her. Tomorrow or ten years from now, Marian will be my wife", He said with determination as he turned around and yelled at the guard. He wanted how come none of the incompetent idiots noticed the sheets from the window. He wanted to know exactly how she escaped.



At around the same time in the deep forest of Sherwood, the mentioned lady woke up, unaware of the tumult she had caused at the castle. Marian looked up at the clear blue sky and contemplated how she would wake up under the bare sky for the rest of her life, unless the King returned. She smelled the smell of bacon and eggs, and wondered how Much had the strength to get up every morning and make everyone breakfast. She moved her hand just to feel it brush again someone's head. She looked at the tosses of brown her hair with confusion before she realized that the head and the hair both belonged to Robin. The poor thing hadn't left her side but watched over her as she was seriously sick with fever, which had resulted in him falling asleep on the ground, with his back against her bunk. She couldn't help but to smile at this and started softly to play with his hair, sensing him stir in his sleep, but he didn't wake up. Softly she traced her fingers across the side of his face, brushing over his unshaved cheeks to end up with a finger on his lips.

Robin could feel familiar fingers touching him, but he didn't dear to wake up in fear of it just being a dream. Yet when a finger was placed on his lip he slowly opened his eyes and turned to find himself starring into Marians deep blue ones.

"Good morning", he whispered as he grabbed her hand and placed a kiss on it. "How was your sleep?"

"Dreamless" She lied and smiled softly. "What about you?"

"Had some pretty interesting dreams", he shrugged and smirked at her.

"Regarding what?"

"You'll just have to find out", he replayed and got up. "It seems that Much already have started preparing breakfast. I hope you like bacon because that seems to be what we are having this morning". He looked at her with a look that stated that she shouldn't bother to claim that she wasn't hungry. It would have been useless anyway since her stomach gave out a low grumble which caused Robin to smirk. He offered her his hand and she graciously accepted and stood up.

"Good morning Much", she greeted and her old friend smiled approvingly, as if her speaking was a step into the right direction from something bad.

"Good morning to you my Lady, I hope you are feeling well?"

"First, it's just Marian. I am afraid I’m just like you now, not a “lady” anymore. So there should not be a title between us. And yes, I feel a little better this morning" she replied and couldn't help but feel touched by his concerns.

"You know he didn't leave your side", Much informed her and pointed a finger at Robin. "Found him this morning on the ground but decided not to wake him"

"And why didn't you do that?" Robin asked annoyed.

"Because I know it would embarrass you a little even if you hide it well and wouldn't admit it. "

Marian turned around just in time to see Robin hushing at Much. She couldn't help but smile to himself. Robin had always been discreet and embarrassed when it came to doing this for her and mostly to her. He was usually a very private man and didn't like when people interfered and spoke up regarding that issue.

"I need to wash up", she told him and looked around at the camp, trying to figure out if there was a place there that could allow her to do that.

"There is a fresh stream nearby", Robin informed her. "I'll show you the way".

"I can do it Robin. I am heading there myself. Besides I think it will be better if I escort her there than you", Djaq cut in as she stood up from her bunk. "Unless you really want to" she quickly added when she saw the disappointed and frustrated look on Robin’s face.

"No, I agree with Djaq. It would be more appropriate", Marian stated and afford her a smile. Robin could not help to pout over this, since he had been hoping for a moment alone with Marian to talk to her and try to make her open up. But it seems that it wouldn't happen now. He watched the two women leave the camp and decided to see what Much was doing.
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Marian de Knighton
♣ Lady / Nightwatchman ♣


√ LOCALISATION : In the arms of Robin
√ NOMBRE DE PRINTEMPS : 26

► WE ARE ROBIN HOOD ◄
● Age: 21 printemps
● Titre: Noble
● Inventaire:

MessageSujet: Re: In Sadness Or In Happiness Lun 17 Mai - 18:26

... In Sadness Or In Hapiness ...

Chapitre 4 : In Your Own Time


The cold water that splashed Marian’s face was refreshing, and Marian could feel she woke up properly. She brushed her fingers through her hair as she looked at her reflection in the water. Djaq was close next to her, washing her face as well. She could sense that the Saracen was nervous, yet she could not really understand why. Well, she guessed that the woman just didn't know what to say to her, but she still couldn't help but wonder if everyone was going to act like that around her from now on. Attempting to ease the tension she asked Djaq if this is where they all took their baths.

"You mean if this is where you and I will take our bath? I do not know if you have noticed, but the boys are not so keen on the bathing thing." Djaq spoke with a smile, causing Marian to laugh.

"Oh trust me I have noticed. But I intend to change that." She frowned. "Well at least with Robin anyway" she continued.

"You would probably pull it off. That man is crazy about you. Any idiot could see that."

Marian could feel she blushed but did not say anything.

"Look, I know you are going to hear this a lot, but I wish to say it anyway" Djaq spoke up and gave her a side glance. "I know what it is like to lose a family member. I have lost many to the war in the Holy Land. My brother, and my father as well. So if you ever feel like talking, I'm here", she offered softly. She sounded truly genuine and Marian couldn't bring her. Djaq informed her and stood up for breakfast. Marian couldn’t help herself to feel annoyed, but grateful.

"Thank you Djaq. But I'm not ready to talk about it yet…"

"It is alright. In your own time" she looked back towards the camp. "Are you all done?"

"Yes I am".

"Well, then we better hurry up back before Robin sends out a searching squad. And Much don't like it when people are late for breakfast, even if that doesn't happen very often" Djaq informed her and stood up. Marian rose as well and the two woman headed back to camp, a new bound created between them.

When they arrived, Marian was greeted by the scene of Robin pacing back and forth. He looked up when he heard them enter and afford a smile. He moved forward and placed a kiss to her cheek.

"Breakfast’s ready my love. Come on and sit with me" he took her hand and led her to a seat by the fire. He then went and brought her a plate with egg and bacon before he seated himself next to her with his own plate. She ate in silence, observing everyone and trying to figure out where her place in the group was. She refused to just be Robin's girlfriend but wanted to contribute to the group. Will was the carpenter, Djaq the physician and the scientist, Much was the chef, Little John, the rock in the group, and Robin was the leader. That didn't lead out many roles to choose between.

"So, what are we doing today?" Much asked as he chewed on his bacon.

"Well the Sheriff will be more eager than ever to get back the pact. So we need to stay alert and figure out what he is planning. I was thinking we could visit some of the villages, distribute the money and just keep our ears and eyes opened." Robin told them.

"Sounds like a good plan to me" Will nodded.

"We go" Little john agreed. As soon as breakfast was over, everyone started to get there things. Robin pulled Marian aside and spoke to her in a quiet voice: "Look, you don't have to come if you don't want to. I understand that you need some time."

"Robin I'm fine. I need to do something. Anything. I don't want to just sit around and do nothing. Please!"

"Fine, but you will stay close and no big stunts" he warned. "We are only planning on distributing money"

She nodded as the gang left the camp.
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