So here is my second Fanfiction. Hope you guys like it!

Chapter 1

Ardwin, stood next to her father: Sir Guy, as the new sheriff talked of raising taxes.

She did not agree with any of it, but as she learned it was not her place to say so. She looked up at her father, he had slick black hair combed back neatly. Dressed in black leather from head to toe and a sword at his side, no one would go up against him. She had dark golden brown hair and cognac brown eyes like her mother.

She wondered what he thought about all of this, from his expression you could tell nothing mainly because he had none. She was not the only one who disagreed but she would not speak, Marian on the other hand did.

"You can not be serious, those people need to provide for their families, they can not do that when you bleed them dry." She spoke strongly. Her father the old sheriff tried to stop her, but failed.

"Ah, well I would not bleed them dry to messy." The sheriff mocked her, a smirk on her face.

Marian only grew angrier, and the sheriff noticed.

"Ardiwn! Take lady Marian for a refreshment, while the grownups finish talking hm." He turned towards Ardiwn as he spoke. She bowed her head, and walked over to Marian not making a sound. She wore attire similar to her father black leather, that fit her slender, and fine figure perfectly, her long dark golden brown hung in a braid above her waist. She too had a sword of steel.

She walked out with lady Marian not saying anything. "Do you agree with what they are doing? Because I certainly do not." Marian asked.

"I do not believe it is my place my lady." Ardwin responded.

Marian looked at her, "There is no need for formality, Ardwin. I know you still have a sharp tongue, and you're own opinion. They could not have knocked that out of you."

A smile played at the side of her mouth, "No they have not but they taught me to stay in my place." Marian nodded, and the two started to talk but not of politics.

Weeks passed and Robin of Locksley returned from the holy land.

Ardiwn's father was not happy about that. Sir Guy of Gisborne, led Robin back into his home, which Guy had taken as his own.

"I have kept it up for you." Guy said his tone hard as usual. Ardwin stood beside him. Robin looked around his house nodding, "well, thank you. And for the other matter I will pay for the flour, that was 'taken'." Ardwin could see how her father stiffened, but he nodded, "very well."

Robin glanced at Ardwin, "and who is this?" He asked. Ardwin looked at him.

"This is my daughter, Ardwin." Guy said. Ardwin bowed her head for Robin but that was all.

"A bit shy are we?" Robin asked.

"No actually. I prefer to talk with my sword. But that does not mean I don't know how to use my tongue." She said with attitude towards Robin. Guy smirked proudly.

"Well then." Was all he said, giving her a small smile. Ardwin dismissed it easily. Guy excused himself and he turned to leave, Ardwin following him. Robin stood by the door and gave her another smile as she left. Again she dismissed it.

Father, and daughter mounted their horses and rode back to Nottingham. Hours later there was another meeting between the nobles and Robin along with his friend Much showed up much to the Sheriff's disliking.

"Hm, well you see Robin, these taxes pay for the king's army." The sheriff said to Robin.

"You do not need to take so much from them that they are forced to steel, and then punish them for it!" He raged. The two argued for a while.

"There is a dinner to night, come then and we will finish the conversation, hm?" The sheriff suggested his smile crooked and snake like. Robin sighed, "fine, I will be there."

"Good, Ardwin!" He snapped, "show mister Robin here out." Ardwin bowed her head and walked past Robin and her father opening the door. Robin followed and went out the door, Ardwin shut the door and followed. The two walked in silence.

"You must not believe in that." He stated more than asked. She glanced at him but said nothing. "You know you are very pretty, will you be at the feast to night?" He asked his tone lighting. She nodded.

"Well then I certainly won't miss it." He said looking at her giving her a grin. Ardwin stopped looking at him and started straight ahead.

"That is the third time you have dismissed my gratitude and smile. Why?" He asked.

"Gratitude is that what you call it?" She said instead of answering the question.

"Something like that." Robin responded.

"Hm." Was all she said. The two made it to the courtyard of the castle. Robin bowed his head, "I hope to see you tonight."

"We shall see." Ardwin responded. Robin left and Ardwin went back inside. She was walking back to her room.

"Ardwin." Someone called from behind her. Ardwin turned and saw her father walking towards her, "yes?" She asked stopping.

He caught up with her, "is everything alright?" Guy asked.

"Yes, why wouldn't it be?" She asked.

"Just wondering." He answered and the two continued to walk.

"You mean about Hood? I can handle my own father." Ardwin said looking up at him.

"I know, but I am still your father." He said gently. Ardwin nodded. Guy cleared his throat and began to talk in a more serious voice, "there are four boys down in the dungeon, give them food."

"What did they do?" Ardwin asked.

"They stole flour." Guy said looking ahead.

"They stole flour? You're putting them in jail for that?" Her voice started to hold inpatient.

"Ardwin..." His voice held a warning tone.

"How can you agree with that?!" Ardwin stopped and turned to face him.

"We do not need to go through this again!" He said firmly, "I do what the sheriff commands!"

"Yes! Yes you do! Just like a puppet on rope!" She snapped. Before he could think Sir Guy slapped her across the face. Her cheek turned light red. Ardwin inhaled sharply and touched her cheek, looking up at her father.

"Ardwin-I-." Guy stammered.

"Like I said a puppet!" She spat and turned away. Gisborne wanted to speak but couldn't instead he turned and strode away. Ardwin walked into the kitchen, "I need four plates of food for the prisoners!" She barked. The people in the kitchen looked up surprised by her tone. Ardwin let out a deep breath, "please." She said more softly. The cooks went to work, soon there were four plates of food. Ardwin took the plates down to the dungeon. The guard let her in. Slowly she wandered down into the dungeon, she knew the jailer was in the back room, from the screams down the hall. She gave the new prisonniers from Locksley their food, and then wandered over to the other cell to the other prisoner.

"Here." She said softly sliding the food under the cell door. The boy walked up out of the shadows, he had short dusty blond hair, and was wearing normal clothes that consisted of a brown shirt with a dark leather vest and dark brown pants, he seemed to be about a year older than Ardwin.

"Thanks." he said halfheartedly bending down to eat the food. Ardwin kept looking at him for a moment, "you're not from Locksley, are you." She asked kneeling down to be eye level with him. He looked up a bit surprised, "no." He shook his head taking a bite of bread.

"Then where are you from?" She asked.

"I'm Allan. Allan A Dale, from Wooddale." He said seeming to be more relaxed, "don't know why I'm telling you this, you're a castle guard or something." Allan looked down continuing to eat.

"I'm not exactly a castle guard." Ardwin shifted on her knees.

"Oh yeah? Then what are you? You're wearing leather." He responded. Ardwin stuck her hand through the bar, "Ardwin. Ardwin Gisborne, from Locksley."

Instead of shaking her hand Allan stared at her, "you're. You're, Gisborne's daughter?"

Ardwin nodded "yes." This time Allan was the one that stared at her. Ardwin withdrew her hand slowly.

"You're joken' right? I mean you're actin' nothing like Gisborne." Allan blabbered.

"Even though he is my father, are my actions not my own? They should not be his, but mine which they are." She explained. Allan nodded cautiously, "well then, I'm tellin' the truth, I didn't steal no flour."

"But yet you pleaded guilty to the crime." Ardwin said.

"Yeah I know. But honestly, who would want to stay in here?" He asked looking around, "a spell in the stocks would be much better." He half smiled.

"But...but…" Ardwin began to stammer.

"But what..?" Allan asked.

"You are meant to be hung." Ardwin said a bit bluntly. Allan fell quiet, "hung? hung?! As in down to the gallows?"

Ardwin nodded slowly.

"But I didn't steal the flour!" He half shouted.

"Perhaps you did not, perhaps you are telling the truth, but do you think it will make a difference to the sheriff? And you must have been in here for something you did." She said slowly standing. Allan grabbed her hand on the rail, "does it make a difference to you?"

Ardwin stared at him for a moment then removed her hand, turned and walked away.

Well there you go! The first chapter. I'm most likely going to update every weekend, but of course that isn't set in stone. I might also update earlier, but probably never later then sunday, Hope you guys enjoyed!