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Guy POV
I stopped, frantically looking around. He had been there! Just there! Suddenly I saw them all running off towards Locksley. "THERE!" I shouted to the guards, and jumped on my horse. A few seconds riding and we'd caught up with them. They all turned, and I noticed someone new. Another girl. My breath caught in my throat. She was insanely attractive. The hood of her long black cloak had come down, exposing her long wavy brown hair. Her eyes were exactly the same shade of brown, and…
No. Stop it, Gisborne. You promised you would never look at a woman that way again, after Marian… Marian. You loved her. You will never love again. Never.
Weeks Later, Outlaws Camp
Bianca POV
I couldn't stop thinking about Guy of Gisborne. Everyone had said he was evil. A murderer. But no-one had said how completely and utterly overwhelmingly good-looking he was! Really tall, longish black hair, amazing features…No. No no no no no. This went against all the rules. Every single one. Members of Robin Hood's gang were not allowed to think things like that about members of the guard, especially not Guy of Gisborne! NO! Aargh! Why was life like this?
Four Days Later, Nottingham Castle
Guy POV
We had captured the girl. It had been my express intention for days now. We had to understand her. We had to have a good knowledge of all the members of Robin Hood's gang. Or at least that's what I told them.
Bianca POV
Mr Way-To-Handsome had thrown me into a dungeon. Well that's nice, isn't it? It was freezing in here. There was no-one except the one guard. I only had to wait and hope for rescue, which was pathetic, but the best I could do. I'd already tried manipulating the guard. No effect.
The door to the dungeon suddenly swung open, revealing Gisborne. As always, my stomach flipped, but that was just because of the danger he carried. The threat. It WAS. He motioned to the guard to leave. That was strange. Maybe he was going to kill me. I couldn't see any obvious weapons- no sword belt, no bow- but he could easily be hiding a knife on him somewhere. So maybe I should just launch a fist fight on him as soon as he opened the cell door. Except he didn't. "What is your name?" I'd only ever heard him shouting before, and hadn't been expecting this low, sexy voice. "Why do you want to know?"
"Just tell me."
"Bianca."
"Where are you from?"
"London. When are you going to execute me?" He stared at me.
"Execute you?"
"Yeah. When?"
"I'm not going to execute you."
"But that's what you do, isn't it? Execute people?" I tried to ignore those gorgeous blue eyes boring into me.
"No," he said, "it's not."
"Oh, sorry," I said flippantly, "maybe 'murder' would be a better word."
"Is that what you think of me?" Why did he care what I thought of him?
"Yes."
"Who told you I was a murderer?"
"Robin and the rest."
"Oh, of course," he muttered sarcastically. "The wonderful Robin Hood. He would tell you how horrible I was, wouldn't he?"
"What is wrong with you? Why do you even care? And for your information, it isn't just Robin. It's everyone."
"Everyone."
"Yes, everyone."
"Everyone hates me."
"Yes."
"Do you?" What was wrong with him? Why did he keep asking my opinion? And what was I supposed to say to that? Did I?
"I suppose I should."
"You should."
"Yes, because of all the people you've killed."
"Your Robin Hood has killed just as many people as me. Probably more."
"Why are you so bothered if I hate you or not?"
"I'm not." He snapped.
"Then why do you keep asking?"
"No reason." Oh for goodness' sake. He was impossible. He turned to go, gesturing at the guard outside. As he stepped away, something fell out of his pocket. I swiped it up before the guard came back, and turned to face the wall and examine it. A key. Yes! Was it the one to my cell? I turned my head and looked at the lock. It looked like it. Now there was the guard to worry about. Slipping the key down the neck of my gown, I pressed myself against the bars. "I'm thirsty," I moaned, "please give me water." "Shut up." "Please." I threw myself against the bars, making a huge clattering noise. I carried on, until the guard snapped impatiently, "Fine!" He stamped up the stairs.
I let myself out and pressed myself against the wall beside the door. Soon, the guard came back down the stairs. As I had hoped, he went straight past. As he passed, I slipped his sword out of his belt and stabbed him in the back before he noticed I was even there. Shoving the sword into my belt, I lightly ran up the stairs, colliding with Allan. "Allan!" I whispered.
"You got out," he said. "Yeah. Come on!"