Disclaimer: I do not own Robin Hood, Isabella, or Robin; I have earned nothing from this endeavor save the joy that comes from the writing and the possibility of a nice comment or two.
First Impressions
He came to my rescue, no questions, no hesitation, the one who revealed himself as Robin Hood. Tall, broad, skillful with a bow.
My attackers were dispatched in no time, and he came to release the rope that bound my hands.
He spoke, his voice deep and kind. My pulse raced.
Who was he?
I whirled around. Our eyes met. He smiled.
A genuine smile; one appreciative of my sex, not disdainful of it. It was a look I had not been the recipient of in quite some time. In that moment, the ice around my heart began to thaw.
~ Fin ~