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Queen of May
04 February 2012 @ 11:47 pm

Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV - Part V - Part VI


Marian followed after where Guy had gone, into the courtyard of Locksley Manor. Where he was soaked and throwing the armor he could get off himself, as quickly as possible, roughly at the servants who attended him, ordering them to take it inside. She waited to one side, an uncertain expression when he looked to his side and spotted her waiting there and sighed.

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Queen of May
04 February 2012 @ 11:10 pm

Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV - Part V - Part VI


Marian had been surprised by the early summons to dress and be prepared to accompany The Sheriff to Locksley still. For what, she was informed once dressed and arriving at the gate, would either be the hanging of one of the peasant boys or a trade with Robin for his property. The Black Diamonds, she now knew were used to make the Damascus Steel for Guy's armor.

Things she didn't offer any knowledge about, only annoyance. Being pulled from her bed to attend to his dealing with 'an outlaw,' when her father was still doing poorly and her time was better spent at his bed. It wasn't exactly a lie either, but dissent meant The Sheriff ordered her into the carriage.

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Queen of May
03 February 2012 @ 11:58 pm

Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV - Part V - Part VI


Marian wasn't quite sure when she realized she was headed there.

She'd made all the choices, which road, how far, what direction. But she'd been a good third of the way there before it had formed as a solid thought with a conscious decision backing it. The tumble of thoughts between what she was doing, and why, against the confusion and anger and dry, only faintly chilly, night air which whipped her hair back into streams lost in the dark night.

You want your freedom back merged into an outburst had nearly a week beforehand. A worse reaction, not kept in check. A response to a truth, to a thing she had not seen, had to let go of without recompense. Even when it was going to overrun the limits of any reasonable time to and from Locksley Manor, she couldn't find a shred of will to turn her from her destination.

Knighton Hall. Or whatever was left of it. Collapse )
Queen of May
31 January 2012 @ 09:56 pm

Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV - Part V - Part VI


Coming up with a plan to get herself out of the Castle wasn't actually all that hard. She'd had several those bouncing around in her head since the moment she managed to escape House Arrest the first two times Count Frederick had pushed The Sheriff's hand, after The Sheriff had pushed her on him as entertainment.

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Queen of May
31 January 2012 @ 05:22 pm

Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV - Part V - Part VI


Locksley Manor would always evoke too many memories, a heaviness that settled into her chest like a weight even as she tried to push through it. Stabling her own horse in a stall she'd used across half her life, next to horses who had been there a shorter number of years. Places where she had once run and play, as beloved, but disobedient child. Places where she had walked and talked and laughed, once.

Even Thornton, who kept the house as long as she'd known of it, whom she only nodded to, with a quiet thanks, when he let her in the door, not truly answering the deeper question of concern in his eyes than the small question of what brought her here so late. Who had told her she could find the Lord of Locksley in the main room, handing her off to a guard to lead her.

Three years of saying that and it didn't give in the slightest. Three years she heard it, in one fashion of another. Guy of Gisborne, Lord of Locksley, in Robin's stead. As a punishment that might never end. But they weren't all Robin's memories either. There was the room where Guy announced their engagement. There was the staircase where Guy had both dragged her to see his wealth, and stabbed her, in the hopes of killing the Nightwatchman. And there was Guy standing half-dressed.

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Queen of May
05 February 2011 @ 08:24 am
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Queen of May
22 March 2010 @ 08:16 pm
It's been over a month since she's seen Milliways.

It made her reluctant to return to any space where she could even see The Door.

It's definitely why she spent the afternoon riding, as fast as she could, as far away as possible, before she returned. To Milliways. To the Door. And, eventually, to the House of Arch. To the room she hasn't seen since the night everything was taken away.

She took a long bath before curling up on her bed, thinking about her return.

There isn't even an option in the through process.
Her father needs her; Robin; their people.

But still she falls asleep there, with her hair still dripping rose water in thick, sticking, curls, on top of her pillows and blankets, for the first time not rigid with the tension of being watched.
Queen of May
24 January 2009 @ 07:31 pm
Earlier there was a quiet settling of skirts and a tea service in the area with the couches and fire place. But now the tea is growing cold, and shiny security badge is still on the tray table, and Marian?

Seems to have fallen asleep with her cheek on her hand against the back of the couch.
Queen of May
03 November 2008 @ 05:59 pm
Marian walked through the stalls of cloth, picking up pieces and putting them down. Too many of them reminded her of gowns once had, their remnants now as burned epitaphs to a life that was gone. The others only clear reminders of the life she had slunk into. The grievous insults and mockery she would have to withstand so long as she stayed in Nottingham Castle.

Perturbed was the mildest of terms for what she was, where mild was far from true.

She took regretful delight in snapping at the guard who followed her through the market square.

When the peddler came up behind her, arm widening a cloak with trinkets galore and head too near to her ear, her first thought had been to deck him. Her fingers had balled into the cloth in her hands until she'd glanced up while he started his spiel--the voice and the presence dissolving the most topical layers of her tension as she realized it was Robin. She shook her head in show to his offer, small smile tugging her lips even as she thought he was being too cavalier being so close to her under guard.

Turning slowly from the cloth, Marian looked to her guard with a more-acted-than-true-annoyance now and beyond him where Robin moved to, nodding himself to Much and Little John also cloaked and hooded.

She idled herself with another bolt next to the red one she'd just set down, listening to the riot the men were starting not thirty feet from her. Her peripheral vision stayed with her guard as Much started shouting and then both men, plus the cabbage seller got into a fight over freshness--a fight her guard, as pillar of Nottingham would be bound to break up. The moment the guard turned, coming from two different sides of the walkway, Marian and Robin both moved to walk down it.

"They have you well guarded."

"Why did I choose this?" Marian hissed, watching his face as his hand at her waist urged her further and faster through the market aisle, leaving the loud ruckus behind him. "I can hardly breathe in there."

"Shh." His hand tightened on her side. "What happened?"

"They're expecting a guest today. A rich German Count, and their making me fawn over him, making me dress up and act--"

"A German? Do you think the Sherriff and Prince John are looking for allies abroad?"

They pulled off from the main market aisle taking a side street, as Marian shook her head. "He's not ally. He's a gambler. The sheriff has set up gambling tables in the castle. He's planning to fill his new strong room with the Count's money."

Robin's smile was wide and amused, as they stopped amid laundry sheets hanging. "You see, another good reason to rob him."

"Robin," Marian said imploringly, edged with both annoyance and concern. "Please do not go down there. It's dangerous."

"You know me. I like a challenge" he said, leaning in toward her. The arrogant smirk of amusement shifting softer, as his hand came to rest at the base of her neck, across it and up through her hair. His voice was little better than a pleading whisper. "You don't have to do this."

"Yes. I do. Without me you wouldn't even know there was a strong room."

Robin laughed, cocky and arrogant covering that slip. "England needs me."

"Yes. England needs me." Marian countered, tartly with half a frown, followed by the barest pause as she studied his face. "England needs us."

"And I need you."He leaned in and kissed her deeply and she reached up, curling her hand around the back of his at her throat.

She did not know how long it would be until she'd see him again. Days, possibly a week, time passed so achingly slow inside the high walls.

Marian tried to cast all of it out for the brief seconds her lips were pressed against his, to taste only the sunshine and the trees and the rich earth of Sherwood and all the was Robin, but at the same time she hoarded each sensation, the pressure of his lips, the feel of his skin beneath her fingertips, the scent of the forest and a well needed bath, things to clutch to once she was alone among the wolves again.

Pulling away, she smiled, small and true and false all at once, giving his hand a light squeeze.

Then she let go, angling her face upward and ignoring the clench of her stomach as she called out, "Guard!"

Robin drew a breath in, surprised and annoyed and amused, as he turned off toward the side and left her there once again.