A/n: Marian and Guy have a weird and possibly unhealthy relationship. This is a sequel so it probably won't make sense if you haven't read part one. This one is comparatively fluffy next to the first one and the planned second sequel, which would return to the darker theme of the first part.
The Conviction of Love
One year and several months had passed since Marian had imprisoned Gisborne underneath Nottingham's castle in a hidden room. There had been a few close calls with people wandering into the forgotten areas, but none had come close enough to find him. With Guy being missing for over a year, Marian had had to set herself up as somebody who was useful to the sheriff, and it had worked, mostly. She'd had to play her part, mostly with pretending to discard her so-called bleeding heart, but now that she was no longer burdened with holding back a certain Guy of Gisborne, it was easier to appear less concerned for the common folk; the trade-off was that she could no longer obtain as much information as she might have if Guy were still the sheriff's second, but sneaking about the castle at night had helped some there. She still donned her mask and cloak as the Nightwatchman, but her daytime hours were no longer spent disrupting the sheriff's ideas in the open.
One year, and now it was time for a change.
"But why?" complained Guy as he sat on the bed.
"Guy," she smiled knowingly, "we discussed this. You cannot stay here indefinitely; it was always temporary."
Crossing his arms, Guy sighed and looked away. "Even so, surely it would not be easy to move me." His eyes met hers, an eyebrow raised. "I might escape."
Stifling a chuckle, Marian walked to the bed and sat down. "My mind is made up, Guy. You know you cannot sway me." She tucked a stray hair behind his ear and stood up.
"Fine," he said, turning his head away and obviously trying to hide his pout. "But I don't have to like it."
So much had changed this past year. In her memories Marian remembered the man he used to be, Sir Guy of Gisborne, perpetually clad in black atop his dark horse, but that man seemed so far removed from this man, her Guy, that she found it hard to believe he had ever been different. She couldn't pinpoint just when it had happened, but somewhere along the way Guy had ceased to see her as a potential wife, never mind a prize to be won. She became his caretaker, his only friend, his jailer, warden, and as strange as it was, even something like a sister. As such, she had also begun to see him in a different light, and she felt responsible for him, which made her feel negligent in keeping him in this horrid place - no matter what Guy himself thought. Clearly he had become attached to the place, however baffling that was.
The past month had been spent thinking it through, forming her plans. He would be escorted out of the castle during the latter half of the May Day celebrations, which were being observed in the castle and in the rest of Nottingham. During early evening, the guards would have their hands full with the hectic celebrations, and she hoped to slip away with her secret prisoner.
On the day, she readied their packs for the journey, and before going down to Guy's room, she made a detour through both the Great Hall and the dungeon. When she arrived at the hidden room, Guy looked surprised to see her.
"Already?" he asked, eyes hinting at panic.
"It will be fine, Guy," reassured Marian as she set down their packs on his desk.
Guy began to pace. "But surely there will be too many of them; should we not wait until it's darker? What if someone sees me? It could ruin everything."
Knowing he was only anxious, Marian grabbed his arm and guided him to the bed. "Sit," she said. He sat and said nothing further, eyes darting around nervously; thinking, perhaps, and somehow looking as if he were about to be caged instead of free - however briefly. How could he have become so attached to this place? He was perpetually chained to the wall, albeit with quite a long chain that allowed him to venture out of the room if he wished, but he had literally not seen a single soul outside of Marian for over a year. Granted, he was only traveling to another prison outside the castle, but as Marian had explained, it would be large, contain more than one room, was above ground, and had many more amenities than this one. Why was he so resistant?
Feeling bad for him, Marian dug around in her pack and retrieved the cakes she had taken from the Hall. "Here," she said, holding them in front of Guy.
"For me?" he asked blankly, half-lidded eyes on her hands.
"For you," she confirmed. She knew they were his favorite, but he still looked very glum. He took them, but only held them in his lap as his gaze slid away.
Thankfully, he didn't have many things to take with him, and whatever he did have could easily fit into the packs. Thus, they were soon off, both hidden under cloaks.
There was no question that he would not try to run away, but she felt it necessary to at least make a show of him being her prisoner, especially given where they were going next. However, she opted to do nothing until they had left Nottingham, since a man being led around in chains would obviously attract attention.
It was easier to get out of the castle than she'd anticipated, and the main street through town was filled to every corner. There were people everywhere, bustling here and there with revelry and disorder. Guy looked almost terrified, but she knew he was only overwhelmed. His life had been an unending quiet broken only by her visits several times a week - sometimes more - and suddenly he was surrounded by revelers and carousers in a wide open space that probably felt like another world to him. Since he wasn't moving through the crowd, only staring, Marian, suddenly afraid someone might see him and call out, moved behind him, splayed her hand on his back, and pushed them both through the throng without stopping.
Once they passed the front gate of Nottingham, the crowds began to thin and they could both breathe easier. A guard just outside the gate had eyed them suspiciously given their garb - and likely Guy's very noticeable height - but a man had run into the guard and vomited all over him. Marian didn't wait to see what happened; she guided her prisoner over the bridge and they were free.
A long string of torches lit the road into the town, with people still trickling in and out, but as that was not their path, they moved in the direction of Sherwood Forest. At the treeline, Marian stopped Guy and retrieved a chain and shackles that were intended for him. Although she thought he might protest, he instead presented his wrists as if it was not strange at all, and his nervous gaze darted around the forest as she clasped the cuffs on.
"Why are we traveling through here?" he asked in a whisper.
"We couldn't very well travel by common road, now could we?" she smiled, but he didn't see it as he glanced at the shadowed trees. "Besides," she pulled him along using the chain, "we're to meet Robin before we get to our destination."
Guy stopped. "Robin?"
Not turning around just yet, Marian grimaced. Oh. She put on her best smile and turned to him. "Did I not tell you?"
Frowning, he shook his head. "Why didn't you?"
She had expected anger, but as he looked nervous instead, even afraid, she now wished for anger. "I am sorry, Guy. I knew you would not like it. You were already so nervous about the move. I did not wish to add to your troubles." She moved close to him and gently held both his hands, squeezing lightly. "It will be all right."
"But-"
"You know Robin is my friend-"
"You mean your lover," Guy interrupted, but he looked ashamed immediately as he looked away.
Sighing, Marian did not free his hands. "Yes, he is." She thought he had let go of such thoughts, or perhaps it was simply old bitterness.
"I am sorry," he said. "I have a difficult time thinking of him as anything but an enemy."
"I understand, but this is not your choice, it is mine. Understand?"
Guy nodded as he lightly squeezed her hands back.
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Sherwood Forest was much more difficult to navigate in the dead of night. Fallen leaves crunched underfoot as scant moonlight filtered through the intermittent boughs overhead. An owl hooted in the distance, and a scurrying of tiny feet indicated a nocturnal animal somewhere in the underbrush, probably startled by their approach. With each new sound, familiar or not, Guy all but jumped every time - which was both strange and not; she had never thought him easily alarmed before, and yet it seemed far too like him nowadays. When he jumped at nothing but a twig snapping underfoot, Marian turned around and hissed, "Guy! That is enough!"
Looking quite sheepish, he whispered, "Sorry, Marian, but I thought I heard-"
"You'll think you hear threats everywhere, but there is nothing there," she said in irritation.
A new voice sounded from the dark. "I wouldn't say that, Lady Marian."
Whipping around, Marian drew her sword and unconsciously pulled Guy closer. She had actually brought a dagger for him as well, should it be necessary to fight, but in recognizing the form of Robin emerging from the dark, she lowered her guard.
"Why do you do that," she tried to act annoyed, but she was too happy to see him to do anything but smile.
Robin rushed to her and hugged her, but in seeing Guy standing behind, he let go and looked him up and down. "Well, what do we have here?" he asked in a mocking tone.
"Robin, don't," she said sternly as she looked back at Guy. "He is already nervous as it is."
"Nervous?" Robin looked amused. "Is that true, Gisborne?"
Looking at everything except Robin, Guy said coldly, "What's it to you?"
Marian rolled her eyes at them. "Behave, Guy," she scolded, and Guy, as always, cast his eyes down. To Robin she said, "And you, too. He cannot defend himself; do not be cruel."
"Can't defend himself?" Robin said incredulously. "You think those shackles would stop him?"
"If those were in fact what was stopping him: no."
Robin frowned at her, confused, but he seemed to set it aside since his face quickly smoothed.
Sighing, Marian faced Robin so she was standing directly in front of Guy. "It doesn't matter," she said. "Are we going or not?"
Looking between the two for a moment, Robin nodded and, with a dramatic flourish, moved to the side and indicated the direction. They walked for a little ways more, not a word spoken between them. Despite that the moonlight had vanished behind clouds, Robin seemed to know the way, his footfalls practiced and steady even on uneven ground.
Before reaching the outlaws' camp, Robin stopped them, saying, "Now it's time for this." He retrieved a blindfold from seemingly thin air and moved toward Guy. When Guy realized what he was doing, he jerked back, arms raised in a defensive posture.
"No," Guy objected, eyes wide.
Robin held the cloth up. "You'll wear this - voluntarily or not."
"Robin." Marian snatched the blindfold from his hands.
"Hey! You know we can't allow him near the camp without-"
"He will not wear this," Marian said adamantly, all but staring Robin down.
Looking utterly confused, Robin hissed, "Why not? You might trust him, Marian, but neither I nor my men ever will. He will wear it or he'll not go to the camp."
"Marian-" Guy began, but he fell silent when she raised a hand, her eyes fixed on Robin.
"I brought something for just this occasion," she said as she took off her pack and dug around in it. She retrieved a hood that would cover a man's whole head, which she was surprised Robin didn't have. It was better than a blindfold, surely.
Although he sighed in relief, Guy still murmured, "Not much better..."
"It is this, or this," she held up the blindfold, and, although reluctantly, Guy nodded. He did not resist when Marian put it over his head, and she was mildly amused at Robin's very incredulous expression as she led Guy along to make sure he didn't trip or fall.
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The camp was a bustle of activity. Much was cooking something that made Marian's mouth water, and Djaq appeared to be attempting to teach Allan something, although Marian wasn't sure what. Will and Little John were in a heated discussion about something to do with meat pies...or pies in general? Much was attempting to join the discussion, with little success.
When the trio arrived through the darkened leaves, almost everyone stood to attention. Much was still distracted by his cooking, so he stood only after everyone already had.
"Master!" Much exclaimed as he bounded toward them, but he stopped in his tracks when he saw Marian and Guy. "Oh, right." He stood awkwardly for a moment, then said, "Well...food's almost ready. If...if you're hungry, that is. Lady Marian," he greeted, but he only eyed Gisborne a moment before returning to his spot by the fire.
"All right," Robin walked forward, "you all know why they're here, so let's have no fuss about it, hm?"
"And I ask again: why do they have to pass through here," Much protested. Then he looked sheepish and amended, saying, "I mean, Marian's always welcome, of course, I only meant that he's-"
"My final word," said Robin. "No more discussion."
Everyone still looked put out, but they grumbled only to themselves and went back to whatever they'd been doing. Not a single one of them didn't glance over occasionally, though, no doubt keeping an eye on their temporary prisoner.
"There," said Robin to Marian, "no trouble."
Marian smiled. "As you said." She tugged Guy closer and reached to remove his hood, but Robin grabbed her arm first.
"Is that necessary?" he asked, not letting go.
"Robin," Marian tilted her head at him.
"Marian," he countered, as if that would deflect her reproach. When she did not relent her insistent gaze, he sighed. "Marian, you know his crimes, everyone would be much more comfortable if-"
"If what?" Marian challenged. "If he were bound hand and foot, gagged and blindfolded the entirety of our stay? He has already endured punishment this past year, there is no reason for this except that you do not like him."
"You're right, I do not like him. But that doesn't mean it is not also a security concern."
Guy spoke up from under his hood. "Have I no say in this?"
Both Marian and Robin said "No" at the same time.
"Your security concern," continued Marian, "is simply an excuse to keep him locked up."
"You don't know me at all!" Robin protested lightly.
"I know you very well, Robin of Locksley. You are being cruel because you are jealous."
Robin made a frustrated, almost amused sound and walked a few steps away, running his hands through his hair. He walked back to them briskly and said, "Think what you will and do what you will, Marian. I don't care." He then joined his comrades by the fire, arms crossed, all but pouting. Marian smiled. He looked amusingly like Guy all of a sudden.
Telling Guy to bend down a little, Marian carefully removed the hood. He huffed and sneezed and shook his head. Knowing how vain he could be about his appearance, and especially in front of Robin and the outlaws, Marian fixed his hair and removed pieces of string that had stuck to him.
"Better?" asked Marian.
"Better," Guy confirmed, mouth pursed in an almost-smile.
The night was fairly cold and the fire enticingly warm, but Guy did not want to sit with everyone else. Marian couldn't blame him. She attached the end of his chain to a wooden post near the sleeping area, and only stayed near the fire long enough to get their dinner - some sort of stew. It smelled wonderful. Much wasn't the best cook, but he wasn't terrible either.
She sat next to Guy and he asked her, very quietly, "Why do you not sit with your companions?"
Marian gave him his stew and said, "They are not my companions." He furrowed his brow in confusion. "I am not one of Robin Hood's men," she clarified as she scooped up a piece of meat.
"But...you are their ally..."
The spoon stopped at her lips. "Yes, I am their ally."
Before she could take a bite, Guy asked, "And their friend?"
Looking at him, she said, "Yes, Guy, I am their friend." She wasn't sure where he was going with this.
"Then why do you not join them?"
Blinking, Marian was surprised at the question for some reason.
"What I mean is," Guy continued, "you continue putting yourself in danger in the castle. Surely Hood would prefer it if you stayed with him..." When she gave him a look, he amended, "Not to say your own desires are to be ignored, but...I know you...care for him. Would it not be beneficial to all parties if you remained here?"
Inhaling deeply and trying her best not to look annoyed, Marian put a hand on his knee and whispered: "Eat your food...Sir Guy."
She preferred never to call him by that title because it brought back unpleasant memories for him, but right now she did not wish to continue this conversation and sometimes Guy needed a little reminder of his position. Falling silent, he hung his head and ate his stew.
Robin walked up to them and handed Marian a half-loaf of bread. "Here," he said, smiling, "Much was hiding them." Looking at Gisborne, he said, "What's the matter with him?"
"He is right here, you know," said Guy without deigning to look up.
Robin grinned and walked away, but not before giving Marian a wink.
"I have never understood what you see in that man."
Marian looked at him and said, "Were you not the one suggesting I stay here with him?" Guy shrugged.
Shaking the conversation away as best she could, Marian broke the bread in half and handed a piece to him.
A/n: Just one chapter after this one. I'll try to edit and post it soon. Please tell me if you spot any incorrect spelling or the like.