A/N: Sorry It Took So Long To Get This Bleeding Fic Updated, Lots of Drama authentic and not anyways on to the fic.
In a matter of curt moments Guy's eyes flung open in time to see Marian being saved by Robin, her true savior, but as Robin and his gang were quickly surrounded by the crowd, he lost sight of Marian. His heart could have been strewn across the courtyard for all he cared; he knew he'd likely not see her again. Love once again had forsaken him.
He suddenly felt himself being picked off the ground and his hands unbound. He looked back to find Gregory Devereux and his son, Broderick untying his bonds. They quickly whisked Guy off through the crowd just as quickly as Robin had swept off with Marian. They mounted the two horses that waited outside of the castle gates. Gregory sharing a horse with Broderick and Guy took to the other and they shot out of Nottingham faster than lightning.
The trio safely met up with Robin and his gang. Guy saw Marian again; his heart was heavily throbbing against his chest. As he dismounted, Marian became tremulously unaware that as she pulled him he went in to kiss her; a deepened passionate kiss that only lasted mere seconds before Robin split them apart.
"Breathe!" Robin exclaimed ire filling his own lungs.
"Why did you save me?" Guy held his loving gaze with Marian but his question was directed at Robin.
"Because Marian seems to care a great deal for you and I care a lot for her, it only seemed logical to help you, even if you didn't deserve her ehhh it."
"Ah, I see. So in your mind, Guy doesn't deserve to have love." Marian snapped out at him.
Guy looked at the ground, "Marian…" he said warningly.
"Answer me Hood…" Marian snapped again, uncharacteristically.
The Gang shot Marian an almost fearful look and Guy was completely floored.
"Do you see what he has turned you into? What happened to the Marian I love?" Robin spat out.
Guy now wished they all had just let him die, the guilt made his heart clench up, within his chest.
"I love him Robin…" Marian said.
"No!" They all thought it was Robin's voice to shout that but indeed not, for it was Guy's, Guy couldn't, and wouldn't have it be and let England's only hero have his heart ripped out. Yes Robin was his rival but no one deserved to be empty-hearted not even Hood.
"I love you, too Marian but no… no you will not do this."
"Gisborne…" a stunned Robin started but Guy waved him off.
"Locksley you have, had her heart… and I…"
"Don't say it…" Much prayed in a whispered voice.
"I have nothing, how can I even begin to love her when I cannot even begin to know what it is…"
"Yep he went there…" Much sounded discontent as he waited for anyone to object to Guy's statement.
Robin could see that Marian and Guy had changed. If not for the sense of one being like the other, it baffled him. He waited to see if Guy was playing him for a moment, but the cruel intent was gone, the hate was all but disappeared from his nemesis, Guy didn't even smirk sardonically at him.
Marian also was confused,
"Why did you announce your love to her only to renounce in the presence of us, Outlaws?" Robin asked carefully.
"Because I do love her but she deserves more than my love can give, you may not realize this, but I have no lands, no title, I have nothing." He said looking Robin dead in the eyes. Robin then couldn't handle his fiery stare a moment longer, he had to look away. Guy faced Marian the same fevered glow in his eyes as he had before he was to be hung lingered as he spoke to her.
"You know I could offer you the world, Marian and my heart, but it isn't what you really want. You want what is right for England and I am not what is right for England." He said.
She tensed up and managed to slap him hard across the face. He let her do it, he didn't object, he didn't yell, but he just lifted his head ever so slightly and walked away from the group of Outlaws, the Devereux, and the maid he had hoped to never fall for again.
"I thought you loved me Guy, was I wrong to assume that?" she called out to him. He ignored her. He wished she'd learn that he was trying to help her, trying to help England by keeping his distance. He mounted the black steed, he knew that in her eyes this would seem like abandonment but in reality it was keeping her safe; keeping all of England safe even if it meant he could be a part of it anymore.
All he ever wanted was her, but now he knew the only way he could prove himself in his own eyes was to tell the King to come home, before Vaisey would try and kill him in the Holy Land.
"Goodbye Marian." His voice was low and yet thunderous.
As he rode off, Marian fell to her knees defeated and alone meaning without him.
Three Days Later
Guy arrived in Portsmouth, and waited for the ship that would bear him in, and take him to the Holy Land. He stopped at the inn's stables and gave his horse to the stable boy,
"You look like that Sir Guy of Gisborne bloke, are you?" the boy asked worriedly.
"Why would you ask that…" he answered the boy with his own question.
"Because the Sheriff of Nottingham placed a price on his head dead or alive, and my parents who own the tavern if they thought you were him like I did then they might turn you in."
"It is true I am he, whom you speak of but why are you telling me this surely you'd want to turn me in." Guy admitted bitter to the stable boy surely know that he had a charge on his head people would want kill him all the more.
"Not if it meant my parents became part of the reason for your death." The boy's frown quickly dropped further. Guy handed the boy two gold sovereigns, after which he left the stable. Guy heard the ship coming into port and he waited a brief moment as this was the time to get on board. His mind drifted to Marian for a moment.
'Everything's a choice' her voice echoed plainly through his mind and it caused his heart to sink.
Marian had been right, as usual, life was full of choices and this was it he could either let himself go to the Holy Land and warn the King or he could stay in England by her side and hope for the best. He let himself go aboard knowing he had to make it right for England and redeem himself to Marian and even England itself.
Forgive me, Marian for I cannot forgive myself he thought as the ship known as The Circe drifted off to Jerusalem. He was cold and tired when they told him they had arrived. He got up immediately, he was also weak from hunger, but it didn't matter, he had to go to the King. The last time he did this venture it was for the polar opposite reason. He journeyed to the camps of Acre.
He was at first dishearteningly thrown into one of the tent, the tent that contained the King.
"Well who is it? A spy? An Assassin? Or Could it Be Sir Guy of Gisborne my only godson." voiced a certain King to him.
