It was as though she was here. I could still see her, her dark hair, her beautiful blue eyes, her dazzling smile. My amazing wife. Marian. Her scent lingered all around the camp. I could almost hear her laugh. My eyes fell on her bed, nobody had slept in it since her, and I would make sure no one ever would. That was her place in the camp. I couldn't believe she was gone. My reason had departed. My hope had vanished. My whole point of being was dead. Dead and buried with my love. Nobody would ever captivate my heart the way she did. Nobody ever could. As my eyes searched the home Will made for us, memories of Marian and myself came to me. Her laugh, her face as I proposed, and her smile as she thought over our plan, "Find Lardner, bring the king home, defeat the Sherriff then get married" I'd laughed with her. But I'd have married her then and there if I knew she wouldn't be with me that long. I would have stayed with her in that little village in the Holy Land; I would have kept her close. I'd have hugged her, and never let her go. Marian. My beautiful, witty, charming, brave, rebellious Marian. My wife. Forgive me, my love. Oh, how I want you here. How I miss you. How I want you here in these arms of mine.