No i don't own any part of Robin hood or any characters except Lydia. And i own this story and plot.

Basically, i had a weird idea for a story. Now that Marian's died, I was thinking of possible ways that Guy could still have a reason to be ocassionallyheroic, and protect someone. Then I though, a relitive, and a daughter would be the one he would be the most protective over. But then i thought that Robin needed to be linked in with her somehow so I came to the eventuall conclusion that Robin hires a girl to pretend she's Guy's daughter to get information for The outlaws and also hurt Guy in every possible way. I don't want to give too much away, but there is complicated love involved along the way. Anyway, sorry to babble on! Please R&R

I'd love to hear what you think, critical or praise, all is welcome. I will be posting chapter 2 in due corse.

Robin stirred lightly in his sleep. Turning over in his rough camp bed, he rolled onto something., something hard. It was small, rigid and sharp. It pained him, but he knew what it was. He pulled the gaudy, green ring out from underneath his back. He had fallen asleep with it, yet again. This token of his engagement to Marian had haunted his dreams that night too, as it always did.

"Robin!" A sharp whisper came through the air of the camp. It sounded like Much. Robin groaned, rolling over to face his man slave.

"Yep?"

"Oh good, you're awake. Just thought you'd like to know, your visitor is here. I know, she's early but she says she always turns up unexpectedly. And it's best to talk at night, master, there's no body listening in." Much replied, still whispering.

"Oh. Oh not now. Much…oh all right. This is important." Robin struggled up, yawning.

In the entrance of the camp was a hooded figure. Robin walked towards it.

"Hello friend. Are you aware of the hour?" He asked carefully

"Sorry for any inconvenience. Now lets get straight to the point shall we?" A soft voice replied. The figure removed their hood, reviling a pretty young face of a girl. She had bright blue eyes and jet-black hair, of shoulder length.

Robin was slightly taken aback by her beauty. He paused, gathering himself, before saying, "Yes. Right, Well, there is a man. I want you to help me to destroy him. I want you to get close to him. Really close. This is going to take more than you being a friend. However a lovers relationship may not be the most tactful either. I suggest some sort of relative. Long lost sister…wait. How old are you?"

"I'm nineteen years old." The young girl said

"That's perfect. Black hair and blue eyes. Perfect. His daughter" Robin giggled to himself

"So you want me to pose as this man's daughter, so you can really hurt him. Right, that seems easy enough. I will actually need to know who he is though" The girl smiled

"Oh, yeah. He's called Sir Guy of Gisbourne. He's arrogant, selfish, single-minded and a real opportunist."

"An all round nice guy. No pun intended" The young girl mumbled.

"Well anyway, he works as lieutenant for the most cold hearted man you will ever meet. You'll have to soften him up too"

"I know all that sort of stuff, just where can I find him? And is he likely to buy this daughter story?"

"You've done this before…" Robin grinned. She was very feisty, he thought

"It's a nice little earner" The girl giggled

"You can find him at Nottingham castle most of the time. Now, we'll devise a plan for your entrance and it might take some time. I pay well. Quick questions though…you never feel guilt at deceiving people, even if they care for you? And you never get attached to any people you have to hurt? And most of all, would you have any problems aiding me in plans that would result in his death? "

Much looked at robin in shock and disgust.

"Look, it's just a possibility. He needs to pay for what he did" Robin said blandly, in reply to Much's expression.

The young girl swallowed. "I just do what I'm paid for. I'm good at my job and, well, I have learnt to switch off my emotions where needs be. Now my question… What did this…Gisbourne character do to make you so angry?"

Robin sighed heavily. "He killed the woman that I have always loved" He said painfully.

The girl didn't reply.

"I'm Robin. What's your name?" Robin changed the subject.

"My name is Lydia" The pretty girl said softly.