"Eh, I can't complain. This place is much nicer than Leeds." Lacie watched Robin shake his head while biting into his green apple.

"But really, two weeks and the Sheriff is still too stubborn to pay off his debt? He has been bleeding the villages dry – I know he has the money." Hood laid back and rested on her soft bed. The quiet of the night drifted in through her window and left him at ease. Even down the corridor from Gisborne, her company made him relaxed. Lacie put her needlework down on the desk and went over to sit by him. Placing a hand on his stomach, she giggled.

"Oh I know, is he not the most devilish and ridiculous looking man in all of England? I mean, what's with that jewel in his tooth? Creeps me out." Robin laughed so hard he nearly choked on his produce. He placed his hand on top of hers and smiled.

"I missed you Lace. We had so much fun as carefree children. Thank you for bringing that warmth back to me." She gave him a small grin. The knock at her bedchamber door made them freeze. Robin swiftly got up and placed himself behind the bed's canopy curtain. Once he was out of sight, Lacie invited the guest to come in. His entrance made her smile spread across her face.

"Guy!" She rose to meet him. Taking her hand, he slowly scanned over every feature of her face.

"I apologize for disturbing you so late." He began.

"Oh please," she interrupted, "I came to you at dawn naked. This is much more polite." He closed his eyes and laughed. He laughed the same deep laugh she always gave to him, the kind that he could feel through every nerve in his body and sense in his heart.

"I came to ask you something." Lacie sat on the edge of her bed and signaled for him to do the same. Sir Guy accepted and placed her hands in his lap. "I have just been informed that there is to be a wedding in Derbyshire, a good friend of the Sheriff's nonetheless. As so it is our duty to attend and give the Lord of the land our best wishes."

"Sounds fun, bring me back some cake." She smirked. Guy tightened his grip on her delicate hands.

"I wanted – well, actually I had rather hoped….. I would greatly appreciate if you would do me the honor of keeping me company at the ceremony." There, he thought to himself, since when was that so hard to say? Lacie's eyes ignited with excitement.

"Yes! Yes, Guy, oh I would love to! I love weddings." She threw her arms around his neck and pressed her face to his cheek. Every time she touched him words were lost, but when their faces met even his breath seemed to vanish. Tightly he pulled her body closer. He would not let this affection get away. Robin felt restless as he saw her in the hands of Gisborne, he wanted to leap out and take her far away from here, where he could never touch her. But alas, his only choice was to watch. As they pulled apart, she softly chewed her lip and Guy struggled to breathe. Timidly and ever so slowly, he kissed her cheek as a young schoolboy does to his crush in a higher grade.

"We will leave in the morning, I will come fetch you when it is time." He whispered in her ear as his hand brushed through her hair. Sir Guy collected himself and stood, heading to the door. On his way, he said: "I shall bid you good evening, my lady." Lacie found herself frozen in a state of joy until the door clicked shut. She rushed to it and swung it open, calling Guy's name down the hall. Gisborne and the two guards on duty turned to her. Blushingly, Lacie muttered, "Good evening." Guy grinned and nodded his head before the courier went back inside. Closing the door, she rested her forehead against it and laughed. He made her feel so good….

"Are you mad?" Came the Irish voice from behind the curtain. He flew out with an expression of bafflement. Lacie put her hands on her head and shook it with glee surging from her eyes. She ran to her closet to choose her dress for the wedding with Robin's steps not far behind. "You cannot trust Gisborne." He growled. Her hands pushed gowns aside as she searched for her favorite.

"Says you. We used to trust each other back in the day, the three of us." Robin rolled his eyes.

"He is not the same man as he was growing up in Locksley. Nor am I." He placed a hand on her shoulder as her absent minded response came.

"I noticed – you didn't used to hide behind my curtains." Hood flipped her around to face him and looked into her eyes with deathly significance.

"He is a dangerous man. He kills and he steals and he works only for the profit he can find in his own pocket. Do not trust him, he will hurt you. He is using you."

"For what, Robin? My needlework skills, or is he using me to get to the money I simply don't have?" she shook her head and asked him to leave.

"Trust me." Robin begged. Lacie said nothing. Robin closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I will keep good watch over you; my men and I will ensure your safety. But please, Lace, please. Be wary." As she asked him to leave again, he nodded. And with that, Robin Hood left Nottingham castle.

As her fingers ran over the velvet on her favorite dress, Lacie began to recite the rules of Courtly Love. She knew with all of her heart that she was to marry Sir Guy of Gisborne.