25 Party
The festivities were well underway; Fanny had born a strong son and was yet living herself, that was enough for a celebration. The fires were bright, the music lively, and the Maid Marian Locksley had brought looked quite lovely.
"May I have this dance?" She took the flower gladly but Locksley was there in an instant, claiming his territory. Once more he had been bested by Robin Hood. Scowling, he moved away from the festivities. Anne stood a few steps away.
His face brightened on seeing her- she looked rather comely, if not for the pursed lips and sour face. "Anne, dance with me." He held out his hand.
She scowled- worse than him, he thought. "Go to hell." She stormed past and, try as he might, he couldn't figure out how he'd been rejected twice.
