Deadly Folly

By Leah Day

Summary

Set before "Treasure of the nation" Marian fantasises about Guy killing her.

Disclaimer

This morbid bit of ficcie is rated PG for dark thoughts and has been written in Australian and UK English.

I do not own a thing.

Fantasy, Marian's castle chambers

"I do not love you," she sneered at him breathlessly. "I will never love you. I've used you all along and you have fallen for that falsehood every single time!"

Guy began to advance toward her, his black hand resting on the hilt of his blade.

"You're lying!" he rasped.

"All you've ever wanted was power," she spat. "I've played you for a fool."

The knight shook his head, not wanting to believe what she was saying.

"Why are you saying this?" he yelled, voice reminding her of the strangled cry of a freshly castrated steer. "I love you!"

"I love Robin Hood," she laughed, her chest heaving with hate filled passion. "I love Robin Ho-"

Without grace, she stumbled backwards, the sword heavy in her gut.

The knight stepped away from her, letting go of his blade.

"You killed me," Marian whispered, staggering further and further away…. "Jesu …"

She never thought he'd actually do it.

Groaning, Marian slumped to her knees.

"Guy …" she croaked. "Y-you …."

"You've got what you've always wanted," the knight murmured. "I hope you're happy, Marian."

Turning away, he left her alone.

Alone to die.

Reality-Marian's castle chambers

It felt strange. A queer sense of completion ….

All their raging and circling around each other had, at last, come to a curiously satisfying culmination.

The maiden had always thought that to die fighting for England would be a just and noble way to depart her life. Much, much better then childbirth, old age or illness.

But by Guy of Gisborne's own hand?

Why was the idea of that so attractive?

Why did she want him to end her own life?

Why him?

'Because he tried to end it before …. You want completion,' a voice whispered in her head.

The girl flinched. She felt somewhat nauseous.

'It's just folly,' she whispered. 'I'm being silly,'

But what a bitter, twisted, ugly bit of folly it was ….

The end