Disclaimer: I do not own Robin Hood, Robin, Marian, et al; I have earned nothing from this endeavor but the joy that comes from the writing and the possibility of some nice feedback.
Full Circle
She was too young for a proper good bye kiss when I left. Or for goodbye intimacies. Not that I would have gotten any had she been old enough, she was too angry. I'd chosen the king's call, chosen glory over her, she said. It was for her I thought I'd done it. Partly, anyhow. If I served the king well, then surely he would reward me with additional lands and titles. Lands to support and honor her and the children I hoped we'd have.
She was so very ripe for a proper welcome home kiss when I returned. And for welcome-back, I'm-so-glad-you're-home-alive intimacies. But she was still so angry. She'd grown from a blushing young maiden into a beautiful young woman. My body stirred even as my hopes were dashed by the bitterness in her voice. I'd served the king well. Too well. And glory was nothing but a mirage.
~ Fin ~