Things we're fairly ordinary after that one day of gleeful madness, he was true to his word mind, I never heard anything of my absence for which I was glad. I kept my piece, telling other people of his moment of weakness would be cruel, and besides it wouldn't just be him shunned by the public, they would try to have my head as well.
I spotted him a few times in the corridor, he didn't look at me, he didn't even appear to recognise me. I supposed he'd forgotten it all, that I was probably one of a long line of lovers and I should not have expected anything more than that, I was just the serving girl after all.
No within a week I'd banished the lustful dream that had been that one morning, it was something I had either imagined or something that would never happen again and to that end it didn't matter. I could not expect ever in my life to see such beauty or kindness from a man of power again, and they would not expect such exposure and novelty from me. I did not regret it though; it was worth the feeling of being used for those few minutes of happiness.
People noticed something different about me, constantly badgered me to tell them what had happened on my round, when they had noticed my absence. I think they assumed I'd been attacked, and refused to talk about it as I'd been threatened. Adorable fools, if only they'd known what had gone on.
It was little matter though, just a stray thought that kept me company as I cleaned the castle, something to take away from the monotony of it all. It was maybe a week afterwards that I had to think about it, well I couldn't say that I did think about it at the time.
I'd woken up and thrown up all over the floor, grabbing my hair away from my face to stop it getting mixed up in it. I didn't feel up to moving after that, and even knowing that I'd taken a day away from work. It wasn't even an option, I already felt weak afterwards.
It was only an hour later, staring blearily at the celling, that the obvious even crossed my made. We'd made love, and it was more than likely that it was possible. I counted the days allowed, slowly and carefully. It had been 8 days, my eyes clenched shut almost automatically, I didn't want this. It had been what, a single moment of weakness and now this could be happening, I could be pregnant with the bastard son of Guy of Gisborne.
I had to calm my breathing, stop myself from hyperventilating in my room. Nobody had come looking for me, they probably thought I was having a break down after being threatened. I'd probably lose my jo over this but it was frankly the least of my worries anymore. Would he have me killed? Make me get rid of the child? I couldn't think about it anymore, I didn't want this but the idea of getting rid of it. I shuddered, it wasn't a possibility either.
I wondered to myself briefly if I'd rather he never knew, rather that I was just looked at like a woman who made love to a stranger in contrast to the women who'd made love to the lord, at least that way I could keep it. No, I couldn't lie, he should know at the very least.
I pulled my wobbly self from the bed, refusing to give up on account of the sickness I felt in my stomach. I'd have to find him and tell him carefully, see what he wanted to do about it. It might not be even happening I consoled myself as I stumbled out of my small quarters, trying not to fall down anywhere.
If I happened to wear anything more formal than this people would offer their arms and ask me if I would like to be found a doctor from somewhere. As it was that would never happen, the cleaners walked around and didn't see anything and anybody higher never saw anybody lower than them. So I dragged myself only on the walls, using the nooks to support myself around the weaving halls.
I peered up from my position to see the stairs I would have to climb. My mind had already refused to crawl up them, so with my shaking legs and whirling mind. The first few steps were fine, slow and laborious but they were getting there slowly, then of course someone hurried down the same set of steps I was climbing up. I didn't see them and although they saw me they didn't see the state I was in so rushed as they usually would down the stairs and accidently brushed my side. He didn't notice or really care and by the time I was actually falling he was long gone. The little nudge was all I needed to trip my balance and I went flying down five or six steps, knocking my head sharply on the stone floor below.
This time I wasn't moving, at all. I didn't know if I was bleeding from my head or if I'd just knocked it too harshly against the floor and lost some of my cognitive ability but there was nothing in the world that would convince me to get up and move. I was drifting in and out of awareness and in one of my more aware moments I considered that the fall may have killed any child I may have been carrying inside of me anyway and that I couldn't decide if that was good or not.
Various sets of feet scurried past me, not one of them stopping to help. I didn't expect it, and I didn't really desire it, the assistance of some unknown wasn't what I wanted, I would just wait it out, soon enough I would be feeling stable enough to stand and find him again. I'd convinced myself of that, and despite all the possible dangers I let unconsciousness take me completely, leaving me to dull, dark and sickly dreams of concepts I did not even want to consider let alone allow into my tender mind.
I let myself listen to the steps as they went past, the fast light floating ones of the servants and the bold commanding ones of those with more power. In fact you could tell how much power they had, up to a point by the sound of their pace. One pair, and at the time I didn't know which since I'd kept my eye lids so very firmly shut, stopped dead before me. The air was disturbed but I didn't know yet what he or she was doing, I supposed they were probably looking me over for something they could take from me, I wouldn't have been surprised about that, in fact I'm sure I'd have been less surprised about that than the actual truth of what I saw.
I peeled my eyes wearily open, aware I was in not fit state to stop someone robbing me even if I wanted too but I didn't see a man above me picking my pockets with no regard for anything else, I saw something that I didn't quite believe.
It was Guy stood above me, with a queer look on his face. It said he didn't know whether he should help, it might become obvious that something had happened between us two and yet he couldn't quite leave me there to fend for myself after seeing the weakness in my eyes, he wasn't that much of a fool.
He pulled himself back up from the crouch he'd adapted, surveying me entirely to check for any other injuries that might stop him from doing what he had to. Finally he squatted once more, his head angled towards mine.
"I'm going to lift you" he stated, voice slightly peculiar as he did. Hands slide under my knees and back as on that lust filled morning but it wasn't the same. I did not feel light, I felt like a burden he did not want and every step he took wobbled my aching body into more agony.
I'd been drifting in and out of consciousness during the travel, at first I did not know where he was taking me but soon enough it was apparent. My eyes flicked open and recognised the cracks on the celling, the subtle scent of his room that had my heart skipping a beat.
Somewhere near his door I heard Guy's low voice speaking in low tones. "Get me a doctor and you know telling anybody else would be impractical for you" The threat was low, and carefully placed.
This was not the way I wanted to find myself back in his bed chamber at all.