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Anger. Betrayal. Hurt. Guy of Gisborne was intimately acquainted with these feelings, but always had he been able to bear the pain. But now, standing at a deserted altar, a new feeling...a new burden... dug its claws into his heart. Loneliness.

Reflecting on the life he had chosen, Guy knew that his hopes had indeed been foolish. For how could anyone as pure as Marian willingly bestow her love on his defiled soul? And knowing this, still he had dared to dream, dared to hope, that this one chance for happiness...for change...would make him better. Perhaps even the man Marian saw in him.

Marian had been the shining star in his night sky. He had hoped that together, he would be complete. Blinded by her radiance, he had forgotten that the stars do not need the sky to shine, but that they carry their own brilliance, inadvertently bestowing it on everything near. To her, he was not special, he was not loved.

His hand gently moved over where she had punched him. Wincing, he stared at the specks of blood poised on his fingertips. Soon, he knew, it would be nothing more than a faint scar. Normally, if anyone even entertained the THOUGHT of striking him, fury, swift and fierce, would be dealt out mercilessly. But this scar, given by Marian, was one he felt he deserved. Deceiving the one woman he had ever loved was perhaps not the best way to start a marriage, and knowing Marian, this was one mistake that would not be forgiven.

All the while, that aching loneliness dug ever deeper, its flowing, dark tendrils forcing themselves into his soul. Unrelenting, it gripped his dreams like a vice until only the bitter, broken and cracked fragments of all he had hoped for remained. Shattered, he stared ahead, unseeing...unfeeling.

Slowly, a voice pulled him out of his void. One of his guards was asking whether they should attempt to bring Marian back. Pain shot across his features. Pride wounded, it would not allow being made a fool of again. Not by her.

Slightly turning his head to where his guard stood, he declined. If she didn't want him, he would forget her. Brushing aside the foolish dreams of his past, Guy refused what could have been. If true affection only brought him anguish, he would no longer be affectionate. Cold settled over him like a robe, and desperately he clung onto it, hiding in its folds, reveling in how it felt tucked around him.

Vaizey had been right. They were all like lepers, spreading their disease into the hearts of men until one day, they left you infected and alone.

Inwardly, Guy snorted in derision. He had been willing to change, willing to rearrange his entire life, all because he had loved her! He had tried to please her, but she had rejected him. But little did she know just how easily love could turn into indifference.

Loneliness. It had branded him, but truly, what was one more emotion? With a withering glare and a sharp smirk, he strode out of the church.

"Back to the castle! There's nothing left for us here."

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