A/N: Reylo is consuming my soul and I'm okay with that. Star Wars in a Robin Hood setting. Enjoy! Comments, reviews, favorites, and follows always loved and appreciated.

Edit: Edited the time when the wagons of grain would be leaving for the sake of consistency.

Rey of the Hood had been an orphan, adopted near the end of the Crusades and brought up by Luke Longstride. Nottingham was her home before he had found her. She'd learned to fight in her time alone, to scavenge to live. That hadn't necessarily changed while she grew into a young woman in Nottingham despite some judgemental glares.

Currently, Rey was about to get more than glares. She and her best mates, Finn and Poe, were rummaging through the Sheriff's office. They were looking for the charted route for wagons of grain that had been practically stolen from the people of Nottingham. The wagons would leave in a few days time in early nightfall. It was nearly midnight now.

"Gotcha!" Finn held up a scroll proudly before Poe snatched it from his hands.

"This isn't the route for the wagons. It's plans for a barge." Poe thunked Finn over the head with the offending paper before throwing it to the side and continuing his search.

Rey grinned over at her fellow illiterate. "See what an education with monks gets you?"

Finn rolled his eyes just in time for the door to slam open. Standing in the threshold was the Sheriff of Nottingham, royally pissed and holding his long sword in hand. If it weren't for their hoods and the shadows of the office, Sheriff Ren may have instantly recognized them as citizens of his poor shire.

"Who are you?" He demanded fiercely, to no avail. Poe was already halfway out of the window when Rey turned to tell them to run. Finn followed close behind with Rey clamoring right after him. She only made it with one leg on the sill when she was suddenly jerked back by her chape. Rey was glad for the scarf covering half of her face. To him, she looked like some outlaw boy sporting the signature look her people in Sherwood did.

"Who are you?" He hissed again, twisting the chape in his fist and drawing her closer, his sword at her throat in a silent threat. She wasn't too worried though. Luke had taught her how to get out of most scrapes likes this. But it was his size that intimidated her. Rey had to look up at him as he glowered down at her with a pale face covered in an assemblage of freckles and beauty marks. He was striking in an odd way. The Sheriff wasn't chiseled like Poe nor were his features as bold as Finn's. Everything was a subtle detail that made up a portrait.

Rey actually thought hard for a response and it came quickly to her. Poe would've been proud of her quick wit. "Your reckoning." She said as hoarsely as she could, trying to sound as masculine as possible. With that, she unsheathed a dagger and parried his balde, keeping it from her as she elbowed him in the ribs. He let go of her cloak in his shock and Rey didn't hesitate. She darted out of the window but not before he grabbed her again, this time her arm.

"Stop!" He growled. All these demands, she tsked. Rey slashed blindly with her dagger in her other hand and caught his face. She didn't wait to admire her handy work as he stumbled back, his free hand grasping his face that was already covered in blood. She fell the short distance down to the hard ground before scrambling up and running after her friends, disappearing into the darkness. Although she was sure he couldn't see her past the walls of his house in the dark, she felt as if his gaze rested on her until she merged with the safety of the trees of the greenwood.

"Lady Kira?"

Rey's head snapped up to look at her handmaiden, Rose, who was looking as if she were waiting for a reply. Guilt twinged in Rey. She'd been staring mindlessly out of the window, to the courtyard where her doom would eventually enter. Rey was still sore from her fall a few days ago, the evening before Luke had given her the worst news of her life.

Last night:

"YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED TO WHO?!" Finn exclaimed, his eyes wide like the moon that shined above their hideout in Sherwood Forest.

"Shhhh!" Rey hissed as Poe facepalmed. "Do you want us to get caught and all this to end?"

Finn looked around before turning back to her and leaning in, now using his inside voice. "If you're getting married to him, then this will all end anyway."

"Says who?" She demanded, offended by the inference he was making. Wife or not to the Sheriff of Nottingham, Rey would continue her business as being one of the Hood. They'd already made so much progress by stealing back the unfair taxes and giving coin quietly back to the needy slowly, so as to not draw suspicion from her now betrothed. Rey was going to be sick thinking about it. If she had a choice, she'd deny the pairing but the family, the Longstrides, that had taken her in from the streets and raised her needed this to keep power in Nottingham. If the Longstrides remained in power, it'd be easier for her and her merry men to continue their good work.

Finn didn't seem to have an immediate answer. He looked at Poe and gestured for the carpenter to provide reason for an event they all didn't want to happen. The disbursement of the Hood could not happen when they were the only form of justice in England. Poe supplied Finn with a raised eyebrow as his answer. Finn rolled his eyes and sighed. "If we're not ending, how are you going to lead us from the enemy base, huh?"

"That's where Poe will take over. As for me, I will have the keys to his home...it'd be a shame to leave it unlocked and let some plans for the church grain to get loose." Rey quipped. The grain was to be taken with the Friar Hux on his way to York. It wouldn't typically be a problem, giving the church what it was owed except for the fact that Nottingham was in one of its leanest years yet in both food and Christian charity.

"Ooooohh." Finn grinned as he caught on. Poe snorted, being the most educated of their lot and knowing all the advantages of having a man, or in this case a woman, inside enemy lines. But he smiled and gave Finn's shoulder an amiable pat.

"You really need to start using your head more." Poe chuckled and the other two joined in.

Finn shook his head. "I'm just glad she didn't make me leader." They burst out into laughter.

Present:

"Lady Kira," Rose repeated Rey's given name, "I'm to inform you that Master Luke demands you take a bath." Her handmaiden was obviously amused and Rey could only imagine the fuss her adoptive father had made, especially after trailing horse shit all the way up to her chamber purposefully. Somehow the servants had managed to clean it all up in the wee hours of dawn while their lady had snored away.

"What did he say if I refused?" Rey cracked a smile. Rose returned it. "He said a horse would be in the Sheriff's place at the alter. 'If you're going to smell like a beast, might as well be a beast' he said."

Rey's smile turned into a grin and she laughed. "Honestly, that might be preferable." Rose gave her a knowing look before gesturing for them to exit her chambers and go to the washroom to rid Rey the evidence of her nightly exploits. "The marriage might not even go through anyway. He might decide he favors some poor farm girl and go against his uncle's word and call off the wedding."

"Maybe." Rose said thoughtfully. "You'll have to convince him you aren't worth it if you want to go that route."

"But then that'd be a loss of an advantage. Do you know how much more organized we could be, knowing the plans of our enemy?" By we, Rey meant the everyone under the Hood. Rose was one of the informants, friends with a bunch of unknowing gossips.

"This is true. It all depends on how much you want to sacrifice for the Hood." Rose spoke as they entered the washroom, the tub already filled with heated clean water.

"Marriage won't be so bad, when I think about it. We won't have to see each other much if he's at work all day." Rey mused as she began to disrobe the layers that made up her nightly attire.

Rose was helping her when a smirk crossed her face. As if she knew something that Rey didn't.

"What?" Rey demanded as she slipped into the warm waters of the tub. Already the water was turning murky from the dirt on her skin. Rose tossed in lavender to scent the bath before replying, "What happens when he comes home at night?"

Rey was silent, processing.

"To your bed." Rose pressed for a reaction. There was empathy in her voice but she also seemed...eager to know how Rey felt. They were both at the ripe age of nineteen, Rose mere months older than Rey. That being said, they were at the age where maidens typically became women. Not that Rey wasn't a woman...she just hadn't been bedded yet. The act was something they'd separately fantasized about, though Rey was loathe to admit wanton ideas even to her friend.

To be bedded by the Sheriff...

A fierce blush spread across her face and down her neck as realization dawned on her innocent mind. She hoped her friend mistook it for the steamy waters. But it seemed it wouldn't be so as Rose grinned from ear to ear at embarrassing her friend.

"He has quite the reputation with some of the women in the village."

"Now you're just having me on." Rey splashed water at Rose and the other girl giggled. "It's not like I'd care anyhow."

"Of course. Mortal enemies, right?" Rose cackled. "Imagine if everyone knew: the Outlaw and the Sheriff. There'd be tales for years. Maybe some would twist it and make the pair of you fall in love in the stories."

Rey snorted. "I'd rather die before it ever came to that." She flicked some of the floating lavender before actually washing her hair and scrubbing herself down to make herself presentable to her possible future husband. Rey thought possible only because she had a small kindling of hope that this was all a nightmare.

"Don't make yourself raw. I don't think looking like boiled poultry will make a good first impression." Rose continued to joke, to ease Rey's nerves. Rey was grateful for her friend's concern but replied in a grumpy manner nonetheless. "Perhaps that's the point. Besides, we've already met before. He just doesn't know it."

"Mmm, yes. I'm sure he'd thank you for the lovely scar he'll have after that cut heals." Rey had told Rose about the mark she had left on the Sheriff during her escape when she'd returned safely to the manor. Rose hadn't believed her until she went into the village the other day to run errands and saw the ghastly wound.

Rey merely smirked before she finished cleaning herself. She exited the tub and took the towel from Rose's hands and dried herself off in time for her handmaid to begin dressing her in the suffocating but necessary layers of her chemise and under dress. Her cote was a dark green, that of the leaves of the greenwood and that of the regalia those of the Hood wore. How fitting for Rey of the Hood to be clothed in her colors to meet her sworn enemy. Simple but noble. The final touch was brown ceinture around her waist, completing the earth tones.

Rose combed and did her hair. A different pair of expert hands were better than Rey's to tackle her tangled locks that trailed down to her mid back free. Her handmaiden braided her hair back into one long tail, exposing the elegant curve of her neck.

"There. You don't look so much as a rogue archer now." Rose beamed at her when she walked around her to examine her handiwork.

Rey rolled her eyes and took a deep breath. "Let's get this over with." Gathering her courage and skirts, Rey marched out of the room and made her way to the courtyard.