This story is based on a video I made, it's now on YouTube under the same name, made by me (Veritas724). It's worth a watch in its own way, as it epitomizes the angst and tragedy portrayed in this story, but the lack of sufficient clips (such as ones for the scenes at the end of the story) and the abundance of delicious clips (such as Guy shirtless...) takes away a bit from the story I was trying to tell. It was the first time a video I made failed to portray the story I saw in my mind. While I am more prominent as a "vidder" than a writer, writing is my first and foremost passion. This is my first try at a fanfiction, and I'm afraid I don't know all the rules and lingo, but I hope the story speaks for itself. And I feel compelled to say that I am not a fan of Guy/Marian in any way, so this storyline is even more of a stretch for me than it might appear.
A bit of blood and gore with some adult situations.
Chapter 1: An Encounter at Nottingham
The corridors of Nottingham Castle were always sinister in nature. They were lit only by torches, but the haunting memories the castle held seemed to echo through the halls. Lady Marian, a former favorite at the castle, now walked purposefully past soldiers who didn't conceal their leering, but she kept her chin high and her raven hair behind her shoulders in a dignified and statuesque fashion. Despite the whispering among the vying elites, Lady Marian was still revered for her composure, deportment, and innate ability to overpower the opposite sex with her large blue eyes.
Those eyes narrowed as a familiar figure came into their view. He was a tall, brusque man with sweeping black hair, a long nose down which he liked to intimidate people with his glinting blue eyes, and his usual day-old stubble. The women of the castle wondered if he kept the stubble on purpose to add to his appeal, or if his facial hair really grew back that fast. Marian, however, never wondered about such mundane things as Sir Guy of Gisborne's facial hair.
At least, not since last night…
