Set directly after the end of the first season. Everything else follows. I don't own any of the characters.

This will be set mostly in Guy's point of view. Mhmm. Tell me what you think.

At least, he had consoled himself; she had not broken his skin. Given him an unsightly bruise on his jawbone, the color spread upwards towards his cheek, but it wasn't half as bad as punches that Vaisey had thrown his way. No, she might think herself strong, but Guy knew that most of it was play, a ploy to distract herself from her real weaknesses in her heart.

He turned his head to the side, narrowing his eyes at the purple blemish that his ring. . . her ring. The ring had caused him, wielded by not so formidable an opponent. How humiliating. The woman he loved – could he say he loved her, anyway? It was more of a desire, he decided, not so much love as a want or a pressing need. Love was implying far too much to bestow it on her. Needless to say, the woman he had desired, and desired enough to marry, not only leaving him at the altar, but hitting him; physically assaulting him was more than an insult.

It was unforgivable.

Guy resolved that night as he was staring himself in the mirror, that Marian had made an error so grave that she would never forget it. He wouldn't let her forget it. His pride had been hurt far more than the mark his former bride had left on his face. No, that was temporary, the bruise would fade away and leave no mark, no scar to remind him daily of his failure, of her refusal. But pride, he knew, getting ready for a restless sleep, would not so easily heal.

He almost didn't want it to go, didn't want that burning feeling to leave whenever he thought of Marian. He didn't want to go back to that terrible, cavernous feeling when he looked at her. It had been torture, their engagement. To be so close and yet still as far away as the Holy Land of Jerusalem where the King stayed.

It was a humorless irony that Guy reflected in. The one man who could bring him the solidarity he had sought to be with Marian was the man whom in attempting to destroy would have brought down all structure he had ever known in England. How the mighty seem to twist the world to their tastes.

In bed he ordered the servant away, the only trace that the older man had been in his quarters was the lamp left by his masters bedside.

Robin Hood. Guy would never refer to the man as Robin of Locksley. Never again. He was not noble, he was of the Hood, of the Wood, of the Bow and Arrow and of the People. Robin of the Hood was an outlaw, a deserter, an incompetent bleeding heart that knew no companions but those weaker than him. He was a menace, really, the stupid boy – not a man, despite years of military service, he was a brat and therefore a mere boy, and titles such as of Land were for men of status and service, two things that were now as foreign to Robin as Moors were to England.

And of Marian? That woman ran off with the boy after she had left him, alone, confused, completely at a loss as he stood awkwardly at his first altar in ages. He was not a religious man, although certainly not godless by any means. He had a few senses of propriety about him, even if no one would see them. But Marian? What did it say for her, that she would be so heartless as to completely desert him when he was at his most vulnerable, when he was weak within the power of the church and her veiled stare.

He took advantage of him for the past year, exploited his power over the new sheriff after hers as the daughter of the former position had expired. Guy couldn't have pinpointed when she first became so manipulative, when at first he had seen her as an innocent of the collateral damage due to attending Vaisey within the shire. He supposed, turning in his bed, that it was when Hood showed up again that she began to realize how weak she was, how much she needed something to cling to whilst she proved herself. With Hood home she was just a bleeding heart noble, not a maverick as Hood paraded himself.

It was Hoods fault that his heart be so jilted. What did it speak of her character that she would run off with that. . . .boy.

Well.

Guy would speak to the sheriff. She could no longer go unchecked. She would be supervised, restrained, caged like the birds in the upstairs chambers. Yes, Guy thought to himself, that would do nicely. Have a little songbird in the castle. A new object for him to look over and oversee. She would be another piece of treasure for him to guard, to protect. But now? He would refuse any other attachment to her. No matter what. No matter any words or any actions.

Guy would refuse to be swayed again by the Maid Marian. Never again, he vowed as he fell asleep. Never again would she sway him. Marian