Disclaimer: I don't own Robin Hood or any of its characters.
I see him there, waiting for her in front of the priest. Today's a happy day, I suppose. Robin, my best friend for ages, is going to marry Marian, the love of his life. I like Marian. She's generous and brave, sweet and caring. She's a good woman and she will make him happy. He loves her more than anything else in the world.
He throws nervous glances at the path, and then he looks at me. I know what he's thinking. He's wondering if she will come. He knows she loves him, but she's going to leave all her life to be with him, to live with him in the forest, as an outlaw, and he knows it's difficult for her. Anyway, he's too proud to recognize he's scared of her changing her mind. But I know it, because I know him more than any one else ever will, even Marian. And I love him, too. I'm sure I love him even more than Marian does. I would say she has finally won, but it never was a competition, anyway. There are no winners or losers, there's just love. I love Robin, but she loves Marian and she loves him back. There's nothing I can do about it. I went to Holy Land to fight beside him. He thinks I did it because I had to; I was his servant, after all. But I did it because I didn't want to leave him. I just couldn't imagine my life without him. I tried to protect his life as much as the King's. I killed for him, and I would have died for him. At night, I used to watch him sleep for a while. He didn't have peaceful dreams very often, but when he did, they were always about Marian. He told me once. Of course, I couldn't tell him that my best dreams were about him. I think he knew, though. There was a time when I had the impression he loved me back. It was just before our return. I noticed a change in the way he looked at me, in the way he talked to me, in the way he touched me, even in the slightest contact. Now I think it was just because he felt lonely and weak and confused. Our first days back in England were the happiest of my life, just the two of us hanging around, joking and laughing. I even considered talking directly about our feelings. I imagined the moment when I would tell him I loved him and he would say he loved me back. I imagined the first time our lips would touch, a kiss that I had been waiting for since we were just two teenagers who spent hours practising with wooden swords and talking about dreams and hopes and expectations.
But everything changed when he saw Marian again. I should have guessed he would choose her. I knew it for sure when Marian was going to marry Gisborne and Robin pushed me away, treating me in that horrible way just because he was upset. He never apologized after that, but I forgave him anyway because I just can't be mad at him, I love him so badly. But that day I understood that he loved her, he never had stopped doing so. All my hopes vanished. I should have known that would happen. After all, true love never dies. I know it just too well.
The music plays when Marian arrives. Robin smiles at her, and then he stares at me. I think he knows what I'm thinking. The look in his eyes is kind of sad. He feels sorry for me. He knows how I feel, but he can't give me what I want. Anyway, he gives me a significant smile. He seems to say 'You'll always have a special place in my heart'. Shame his heart belongs to Marian. When the priest says they can kiss, I feel my eyes burning and I can't look at them. A part of me is dying today, but still I feel fine, because I know this is what Robin wants, and if Robin gets what he wants, I am the happiest man on earth.