Regrets

A/N This is the first story I have ever written in my life, so please forgive its faults and review constructively. Thank you very much.

As he felt her warm body pressing against him he breathed a sigh, this was why he loved her. She rolled on top of him, gently stroking his face, he saw right into her soul through those huge blue eyes. She warmed up the cold room of the castle and it felt like home. Marian's hair fell around her beautiful face and she was lit up by the fire roaring in the room, the light falling past her head like a halo on an angel.

Just then, as Guy enjoyed this sensation, Marian's face distorted, her eyes glazed over, her mouth turned blue, and her hair fell in lank curls about her face. Blood poured out of her chest on to him and her body turned cold and stiff in his arms. She screamed, a high wailing scream and dropped on to the floor where she turned into a pile of ash.

Guy woke with a start. He had been having this same dream every single night since he killed her, well, every single night that he had managed to sleep at all. He was covered in a cold sweat, he looked at the floor where her body had turned to ash. Nothing, again, nothing, the floor was bare.

He remembered the look of hate and terror on Marian's face as he put his sword to her. He remembered supporting her body as his sword went through her, and most of all, he remembered running, running away because he was too scared to face up to what he had done.

A tear rolled down Guys cheek.

'Get up you lazy fool,' Vasey shouted as he let himself into the room. He saw Guys wretched face, 'Oh, it's the wench again is it not?' he said mockingly.

'Yes Sir, Yes it is', replied Guy, holding his face in his hands. Vasey took one,

'And do I look like I really care Guy, a clue...' he shook his head. 'Anyway get up, even though you are grieving, and the Lord only knows why, there is still work to be done, so...'

Guy stood up, washed, and dressed automatically, took his sword and walked out of the room. He looked up at the ceiling and whispered, 'I'm sorry Marian, I will come back for you'.