All right, wrote this late at night, I'm not sure exactly where it comes from... but here it is!
"You left her for the King, you owe her, I'll do it."
"You lied to her about the King, I think you owe her more, I'll do it."
"At least I offered to marry her."
"Yeah, but she wasn't tempted obviously, so it doesn't really count. And for the record, so did I."
There was a moment of resentful silence before Robin (as I believe everyone would have guessed by now) started again.
"At least I didn't burn her house down."
"Fine, but I never risked her life –intentionally, that is."
"Guy? Robin?"Standing next to her horse she had just dismounted, Marian of Knighton was making a mental inventory of her last meal. She must have had something wrong for lunch, because the scene playing in front of her could not, in all logic, be actually happening.
She held few certainties, used as she had become to question everything. But one of these was that Robin of Locksley and Guy of Gisborne could not be having what looked like a casual enough conversation, without any weapons in their hands.
Yet, there they were, unarmed, and apparently not wanting any. Two pair of eyes met hers at the call of their names.
"Marian", they greeted her simultaneously. And to her eternal astonishment, this made them both smirk and cast an amused glance at each other, without any display of animosity on either part. So she was dreaming – or hallucinating, whichever – undoubtedly.
"How come…?" Was all her still stunned lips could utter in ways of an inquiry regarding their attitude toward each other.
This time, there was some tension between the two men of her life, but it hardly could be called hatred, or even unfriendliness. Anyway, it was suddenly broken by Robin, who swiftly turned to face her and announced with his customary cheeky grin:
"Marian, Guy and I are in love with each other, we want to be together from now on and therefore won't be courting you anymore. Here, see, it wasn't so bad" – he turned to Gisborne, who seemed to try and find the reason why Robin was always so void of any tact in the ethereal skies above him.
She was speechless for a minute, processing the deluge of information her eyes and ears relayed to her dizzy brain. Robin and Guy. Guy and Robin. Together. In love. Robin and Guy. She couldn't decide which part of her had the hardest time accepting the news, between her rational – yet somewhat dichotomous – mind or her heart. This couldn't be true. Robin and Guy had hated each other almost at first sight. They had fought each other ever since. And, most of all, they can't love each other because they love me. Was she to loose both her suitors in the same second?
And then it kicked in. No more Guy meant no more awkward moments in the alleys of Nottingham Castle not knowing how much to show of her feelings. No more Robin meant she didn't need to get in that damned Sherwood tramping and pretending to like it. But more than that, she was free. And she knew very well what she intended to do with that freedom.
"All right then, you have my best wishes. Any of you saw Archer recently?"