A/N: Another little one-shot, not exactly pro-Marian. I love Marian, but she DID treat Guy terribly. Read and Review!
"I love Robin Hood!" She can say that to him, because she is Marian, his Marian, who can break him always but never be broken by him. She can throw those words in his face, because for all his blustering she knows Guy will never hurt her.
Not Guy. Not the Guy who begged her to stay, to make his life bearable. Not the Guy who saved her from the Night Watchman's fate. Not even the Guy who burned her house to the ground. No, not even that Guy would hurt her.
But she hurts him. Oh, she has to! And he does not deserve better treatment—is he not cruel to others, if not to her?
And so she says it. "I love Robin Hood." She knows what those words mean, to the world, but most of all to him. Him. The man in black leather with a blacker soul.
If his soul is black. Is it? His eyes are hurt, not evil. They've never been evil.
It's too late for that now.
At least he'd never hurt her—
She watches him falter. She has mortally wounded him, pierced him through the heart with blade of her words. His love spills out like blood, and it is blood, blood on her hands. She has killed him. She has stabbed him.
And then to her surprise, he does the same to her.