Okay then, brand new story, and obviously, I do not own the characters, never have, never will. Oh well.

Okay, I know I still have several stories to finish, but I just felt like doing a oneshot. This is totally unplanned, and I don't even know what to write about yet, ooh, wait, yup, i've just had an idea. Well that seemed to work. Okay then, I have the idea, but that's about it. I'll just ket my fingers do the talking, and see what I get at the end. I hope you enjoy it, and hopefully review it...

Djaq stood in front of the mirror in the large bedroom she had been staying at in Nottingham castle. Although she did not think she would be very glad ever seeing the King of England again, she was suprised to see that she had in fact never been happier. Robin had moved back into his rightful home at Locksley, and was now even Sheriff of Nottingham. But despite this, he still knew that something was missing when it came to someone to share it all with. But everyone else had fared well. Much had his Bonchurch, Alan had a small estate nearby in Leicester, John had a large house out in the woods, and Will...

Will had been granted the village of Nettlestone for his loyalty to the King, but despite this, he had never even stepped inside the large manor house that resided there. Instead, all of the gang had been living in Nottingham castle for the past few weeks, just until they were all settled with everything that was changing around them. Well, that and they had to stay until after Djaq and Will's big day...

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Robin was walking down the corridors of his new home towards Djaq's room, and when he got there, he knocked politely at the large wooden door in front of him. A muffled word came through it, and Robin took it as his cue to enter. There he found Djaq struggling with the veil that was to be crowned upon her head. Robin could not help but laugh quietly at the thought of the young Saracen actually taking so much note of how she looked. She glared at him, before he pulled the attacking veil from around her head and her hands, which had both been tangled within it. He fingered the lace lovingly, remembering the last time he had seen the exact garment, before two lightly tanned hands came down and rested upon his own.

'Robin, I know how much this means to you, you know that I will not wear it if you do not wish me to.' Robin could not help but look into the deep brown eyes on front of his own. 'No Djaq, of course I want you to wear it, it's just, just it brings back quite a few memories. Marian would have wanted to see you wear this, to finally see you and Will get together.' And with that, Djaq gave him a fleeting smile, before turning her back to him.

'Well then, since you are feeling so kind, could you help me to put it on, I cannot seem to get the hang of it. I think I may still be one of the lads at heart, even though I have been forced into a dress.' Robin laughed quietly to himself, and turned to place the veil on her head. As he did so, she turned to look at him, with the veil lifted back to show her face. It looked somehow different on Djaq than it did on Marian, and he knew why. When Djaq wore it, he could quite clearly see her smile, not only on her lips, but also in her eyes. Marian however had been so unhappy at the thought of having to marry Sir Guy. Though the veil had done much to cover this.

'You look beautiful Djaq, are you ready?' Robin reached out an arm for his friend, and she took it quickly with her own, whilst the other was busy holding up her long wedding dress.

'I do believe that I have always been ready Robin, so why should now be any different.' Robin reached out his spare arm, and pulled the veil over Djaq's face, covering it completely, and although she knew no one could see it, she could not help the large smile that was spread across her face.

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Will was stood at the front of the great hall, waiting for his bride to enter. The king was stood behind him, and John, Much and Alan were all stood next to him for support, although he knew he did not need it. Most of the villagers had turned out to the wedding, though neither Djaq nor Will had asked for this. As they were both shy people, they would have prefered a small wedding with only their closest friends, though both had had no say in this when the official royal planners had arranged everything. But in spite of all this, Will was still excited about his wedding.

He was fidgeting on his spot at the front of the room, not through nervousness as most would think, but through sheer excitement. It was but a year ago when they were revealing their feelings to each other, and now they were about to get married. This realisation crashed down on Will as he continued to stare at the doors at the back of the room. This was supposed to be the happiest day of his life, but he knew it would not be. He knew that spending his life with Djaq meant that every day would be this wonderful, and filled with joy, and he loved that thought. A small grin appeared on his face, as the doors opened slowly before him, and in walked Robin, with Djaq on his arm. Though despite all of this splendor, and decoration, something was still not right.

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As Djaq walked into the great hall, she began to feel nervous and uncomfortable. Robin and herself walked towards Will, and all of the villagers were staring at her, mouths open at their Saracen friend wearing such a magnificent dress as the one she had got on. Even Will's mouth dropped open at the sight of her, and she had to close her own tightly just to avoid laughing at his expression. She almost got caught on the dress a few times, and each time she did, her aching hand had to raise a litle more to accomodate the thick fabric around her ankles.

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She reached the alter, time going slowly as each person had their eyes fixed to her, making her feel strange. She was not used to such attention, and was not so sure that she liked it all. Will turned to look at his fiancee, as her head turned to see all of the people in the hall; most of which she did not even know. And all of a sudden, just as the King began to speak, she saw the uncomfortable look on Will's face, that she was sure that was mirrored on her own, and Djaq realised exactly what was wrong with the whole wedding, something she was suprised she had not noticed before.

'Dearly beloved, we are gathered here...' The King did not have time to finish his first sentence, before the bride pulled off her veil, and handed it to Robin. She reached for Will's hand with her own, and using the other to hold up her dress, pulled him from the hall, and soon from the castle. All the outlaws could do was to look on at their friends running from their own wedding, and mumbles and idle gossip began to erupt from the peasants in the room.

Okay then, one more chapter to come. I know I said it would be a one shot, but I thought it would flow better if I did it in two parts. So, review it if you want more. And I know that it's a bit bitty in parts, but as I said earlier, I didn't even know what I was going to write about until I actually began to write it. In fact, I changed the whole plotline at the end, so I had to write quite a lot of it again. But I think it's not too bad. So review if you want more, even if it's to say it's terrible, just let me know.