*I have re-done this chapter and am doing so with this rest of the story, if you are new to this story please don't read on until the following chapters have a note similar to this one at the top of the page. Thank you and enjoy!

Robin's story.

Chapter 1

My father's study was a place one rarely wants to go; old and unused books were stacked hapazardly up and along the walls. Carts of alcohol and the strong smell of whiskey hung attentively in the air. He'd been drinking.

I sat in a small chair at the end of the room, my tousled brown hair flopped lazily over my face, hiding my chocolate eyes from view. Some say I'm attractive, I don't see how. My face is pale and ghostly, my eyes hard and my lips, dark.

I also have that stange obsession with the colour black. I always wore black, black and leather. As usual, today I was wearing my usual leather trousers and matching jacket and black under shirt; of course my bowler hat sat steadily atop my curls.

Don't ask about the bowler hat, it's just my thing.

Well, I am kind of attractive, girls always follow me around and swoon at my signature crooked smile. It's annoying when you're trying to lift some waits and girls are crumpling at your lifting abilities; very annoying. I don't like to brag, and can you really blame me? People get jugded easily around here.

"Robin." My father's voice, jagged and as unwanted as usual, found it's way to my ears.

"Yes, father? Please, if you will, tell me why I am up before six in the morning?" I asked groggily, I was not a morning person.

"I have a task for you. One of the Merryweather's has died, I would like you to go to his funeral and observe the behaviour of his daughter, the next Moon Princess." I grinned, now this I liked.

"So where is it? A couple of hours from here?" I questioned, playing absently with my dagger.

"On the contrary my dear boy, London." My eyes widened.

"I have to- to go to London at six in the morning!?" I growled incredulously.

"No not now you idiot! Oh and make sure she doesn't see you." With a sigh, I slunk out of the room and into the the early hours of the morning. I lazily tacked up my stallion, moodily stuffed my feet into my riding boot, hoisted myself onto the saddle and took him out for a trot before the journey.

"C'mon Brighty." My horse, Bright-Country, was an amazing creature; eyes always alight and sleak body as black as the night. He always preferred Brighty to his origional name, it almost seemed to perk him up when I called to him.

After ridding for a few hours, I decided to head towards the well known path to my sister's cottage. Although Loveday had been 'missing' ever since the 'falling-in-love-with-a-Merryweather' palava, she had told me to come to her before a journey out of town or when I needed comfort. I tied up Brighty and ducked through the tiny opening in the cave.

"Loveday?" I asked. I heard the soft hummings of her beautiful voice drift through the air.

"Singing that stupid song again are we?" I smirked at her as I entered the room.

"Robin!" She glared, hitting me upside the head and knocking my hat off in the process.

"Oi!" I scowled picking the hat back up.

"That's right Robin cover up your air head with your hat!" She laughed.

"'Cover up your air head with your hat!'" I mimicked, rolling my eyes.

"Anyway. Why are you here?" She asked.

"Other than to annoy your pets to death?" I gestured to the hedge-hog on Loveday's chair. "To tell you-,"

"You naughty hedge-hog! On my chair again?" She shooed the hedge-hog off the chair and set it on the ground.

"- That I have to go to London." I finished my sentence impatiently.

"Whatever for?" She questioned, frowning slightly.

"Father wants me to spy on some Merryweather girl." I told her; she flinched when I said 'father', he despised her, all because she fell in love. Tragic really.

"Robin, promise me you wont hurt her, well kill her?" I gave a disbelievingly look.

"Do you really think I would have the guts to kill a guy? Let alone a girl?" I stared at her as an abashed look crossed her face, "Loveday are you feeling alright?"

"Fine yes it's just…. I was just asking. I mean you kill animals all the time!"

"Of course I won't kill her! And besides, they're animals!" I rolled my eyes at her, "Damn! I'd better get back."

I kissed Loveday on the cheek and left my sister to torture her animals. Jumping onto Brighty, I galloped towards the castle. When I got there everyone was already at the gates.

"Gone to see your sis?" Asked Jesse, my best friend.

We found him wondering the forest paths when we were both about five, I liked him and had asked for one of the kitchen maids to raise him so he would always be near me; he was always more of a brother than a friend. Jesse was the only one who knew about Loveday, due to his annoying curiosity and good navigation skills. He had long, blond hair and a fringe that swished about his head and into his blue eyes. His slightly tanned skin and a ditzy grin added to his cheek demeanor.

"Annoyingly irksome pillock..." I muttered.

"Here sir!" He grinned like an idiot, to which I just rolled my eyes at his stupidity.

"Whatever, you muppet." I grinned back, petting the main of his horse, Aztec; he was a chestnut mare with a fiesty attitude.

"How are you Az?" that was his nickname, he snorted and pawed the ground, "Um Jess? When was the last time you fed your horse?"

"Oh right he usually has an apple before long trips." I grabbed an apple from one of the barrels and offered it to the horse, "So Robin? Seen any nice gals lately?"

Flashing a dazzling smile at a milk-maid as he spoke he completely ignored my response. Said milk-maid then fluttered her eyelashes back and almost dropped the milk coming towards us. But as we knew this was no normal milk-maid. It was Rosalinda, a Spanish girl we had found wandering the shoreline when we were six, she was brought up by me, and seeing as there was no-one else to take her in, dad had raised he as his own. She also knew about Loveday, they'd go to have 'girly-sister' chats.

"Hey Rosy-posy." I jibed, she hated that name.

"Oh no mira quien se unió al circo?" she giggled. Although she was fluent English she still spoke her native language.

"Look who joined the circus?" I asked, "A little more creativity next time, Rosa."

"Whatever Hat!" She snarled, flicking her hair over her shoulder. She was a pretty girl, but dating her would be just plain weird. She had beautiful raven hair that glimmered in the sunlight, honey golden eyes, full red lips, long flickering eye-lashes. Most boys fancied her because of her looks, laugh and the saucy Spanish tinge to her accent.

"So where are you going?" She asked, blinking her big golden eyes.

"Nowhere special, just to spy on some stupid Merryweather girl in London." I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly.

"Oh! Do you think it'll be like Loveday and Sir Benjamin?" She whispered, causing Jesse tp grin. Idiot.

"No way! I'm not gunna fall for an insignificant brat from London!" I growled.

"Oh! I bet you will!" I covered my ears at her squeal.

"No I won't!" I denied. She laughed, and the men around her turned to her, staring and drooling, disgusting.

"You're acting like a seven year old!" She sang.

"I am not seven, I'm fifteen!"

"Robin." My father barked, ooh goody.

"Yes father."

"Pay attention! Anyway- Rosalinda, sweetheart, what are you doing out here?"

"Trying to pass off as a boy!" I murmured into Jesse's ear and receiving a glower from Rose.

"Nothing! Nothing at all. I just want to know who this 'girl' is." She smiled, digging her heel into my foot.

"Her name is Maria Merryweather. Now would you please do something lady-like for once! And don't say you are because you're wearing a dress! Learn how to sow or dance." Everyone laughed, she was a very tom-boy-ish girl. She would go hunting if she was allowed.

"I can dance! I dance a very nice tango!" She huffed, spun whilst lifting her skirt and clicked her heels, before flouncing off.

"I never will get girls..." He sighed, rubbing his temples.

"Father? Can we go now?" I asked.

"Yes but remember to be back by dawn tomorrow!" We nodded, well actually I yawned, but no one cares about me.

This is going to be a long ride...

Authors Note! Heyya guys! Um I hope you like it! Please tell me if you do or don't by reviewing or PMing me-

Us she means us!

Yes very good George! Anyway the next chappie will be when he's at London I am not going to bother writing a three hour long description of a bloody horse ridding trip! ;) pwease R&-

Did you just say 'pwease'?

Yes George very good! (Bit of a halfwit that one!)

I am NOT a halfwit you twat!

George go for a time out! Now good-what-ever-time-it-is-where-you-are to all and to all good-what-ever-time-it-is-where-you-are! XD

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