Just a short little season one drabble about Marian trying to forget her love for Robin (whose last name is Locksley, FYI). This scene takes place during the archery contest in Turk Flu. As always, the BBC owns everything including, but not limited to, all quotes except the last.
"They say the peel of an apple can predict who a woman will marry."
Superstitious flirt, Marian thought vindictively, "Oh?"
"The curl of the peel represents the first letter of his name."
She sliced the peel spitefully.
"Oh."
She watched as Sir Guy sighed and looked away, his gaze lingering on the shorn rind. Marian tensed at his touch on her arm, and after diverting his attention, could not help but feel a deep satisfaction at both the deceptive cut on her hand and her evasion from his veiled courting.
Later, blood staining her cream sleeve and dripping off her palm, Marian stood with her father at the finish of the festivities. A sudden gust of wind stole across the fair grounds stealing the kerchief she had used to staunch and conceal her wounded arm. Marian bent and snatched up the heavily spotted cloth, inadvertently grabbing the mushy strip of apple in her haste.
She immediately flung the scrap from her and cringed at the shape.
"Lady Marian? The carriage is ready!"
Marian turned on her heel and walked gracefully towards her escort, neatly crushing the apple skin that had fallen into an "L." For Locksley.