PROLOGUE

They had lain, arms and legs tangled together in the thin bed sheets, having just made love. Djaq lay on her back, running her hands through Will's mussed hair, as he slowly mustered the strength to heave himself off her. She liked the now familiar feeling of him there, his lanky weight pinning her to the bed, trying to catch her breath, her muscles still twitching pleasurably as she came down from that incredible high. She giggled as he gently nuzzled her bare neck and chest, occasionally kissing and nibbling her warm skin.

"I hate…that I can't do this… every time I set eyes on you." Will murmured quietly, kissing her hot skin at every pause.

Djaq smiled and stroked the damp hair from his sticky forehead.

"I know. But one day it will be different." She had got her breath back now, and was feeling quite sleepy.

"How?"

She paused for a long time before she spoke.

"I cannot stay in Acre, Will."

"What?" he raised his head to look her in the eye, and she let her hand fall to the bed.

"I have been thinking a lot recently. And… I have come to realise that Acre - this place, this house…it is all Saffiyah's."

Will wanted to talk, to encourage her to continue, but he knew now was the time to listen. He nodded to tell her to continue.

"I am not Saffiyah any more. I thought, when I came back here, that I could have everything I used to have. Bassam, my life, my friends… even the pigeons!" She laughed a sad little laugh that made Will's heart break for her.

"I do not want all that any more. I… I don't…" she stumbled over her words and slumped on the pillow in frustration.

"What do you want?" he asked quietly, shuffling himself off her and lying on his side next to her.

"I want you. I want the forest. I want to feel really needed again. Useful. And if that means… going back…" Again, she trailed off.

Will thought for a long time before he opened his mouth.

"This has to be your decision, my love." He looked her straight in the eye and she knew that he would never lie to her, that he had her best interests in his heart, always. "You know what England means to me. Robin, Nottingham, Sherwood… Luke. But this," he gestured with a lazy hand around the room, "I can't take you away from this unless you're absolutely sure that it's want you want. I'd never forgive myself."

So when the King's summons had arrived less than a month later, and he had asked them to deliver a message to Robin, both Djaq and Will knew that going home to England was exactly the right thing to do.

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A short prologue to start setting the scene for this story. I haven't forgotten my other story, but I was craving for a completely different story line, so here it is. It will eventually be Will/Djaq/Allan smuff. There isn't enough RH Trio!Fic out there. All feedback is of course welcome and makes for a happy TQ!