Thanks for your feedback, what I tried to do was have them reflect the time since he had been back during the eve of Marian's wedding. To compare their feelings you would have to take, perhaps this post with part two for example. Hope that helps.
Part Four.
Was it fate that threw us together in the first place, that propelled Much to my father's house to ask for help, to save Robin. I thought Robin…. he wasn't going to be much use to his people getting caught after only one day, but Much, Robin's dear, devoted servant came and told us how it was. Poor Much I do no think he has a lying bone in his body, only truth as he told us what had really occurred and why. It did effect me a little to know that Robin had given himself up for the benefit of others but not enough to go running off and trying to help him myself, no…..Much's parting words did that, when he had given up trying to ascertain our assistance. I could not believe that he dreamt of me in the Holy Land when surely he must have…..I do not want to think what he must have been doing with other ladies but I certainly know or think I know that he was far from innocent and pure for that length of time….but what man would be? Take Guy for example, he fathered a child of the kitchen maid and who knows there may be more little Guy's wandering about Nottinghamshire or England. I shudder at the thought, and now it seems that I may have a hand in adding more to the number of Gisborne's offspring.
Getting the jailer to leave was harder than I anticipated but eventually he left at my bidding….then everything seemed real, to get him out of there, to chastise him for being foolhardy, no matter how many tongues had been cut out or threatened to be removed. I couldn't help but utter the words which flowed from my mouth like a torrent waiting to be consumed by the working of his mind. I needed to get my thoughts and feelings off my chest, not that I feel it did much good except complicate the situation. For one I found that when I was talking about Locksley and the peasants I meant me and two I could then not bring myself to look him in the eye. What with that and trying not to weep like some young maiden who did not know any better, I feel I made…not quite a fool of myself but I was getting there.
When he touched me, when his fingers caressed my skin and I felt the tingling that I thought was long forgotten stir me in a way only he can move me….I wanted the feelings to continue…..how could I let that show? To him? To Robin? And yet I regret slapping his hand away……..I wonder now what would have happened if I had not shaken him off. Much would probably have come barging through the door and found us in a compromising situation. Now that would have given everyone something to gossip about….but no, I turned…giving myself time to compose my emotions once more before proceeding to tell him my plan…of course he felt he had a better one. Would he listen to me?
No of course he didn't. Did things his own way as usual, part of me can't believe the audacity of the kiss he blew me as he and his men left Nottingham and part of me……part of me treasured it and stored it up in my heart…to get out and replay for times like this, times when I need him but he is so far away. Perhaps we are meant to be together after all, Robin and I….but I am marrying Guy in a few short hours, I have my father to protect…so how can that possibly be?
