Author's Note:

Hi guys! So, I realised that even though I have the other story now, I still have this one to update, and I realise I left you guys on a small cliffie. So, here it is, the next chapter of 'The-Devils-Daughter'. Also, the chapters may not be even but...meh, I'll try my best. And there will be more Flick/Allan scenes through-out this story.

Hope you enjoy it! And please review, favourite, or follow if you can. :)

~ Locksley Manor ~

It'd been a week since the hanging of Tom A'Dale and his gang. A week since the kiss, and unfortunately, a week since I'd seen Aatikah. But I knew exactly where she was, and I was the cause of it. My attempt to help an outlaw had nearly caused my best friend her life, and now she was rotting away somewhere in the castle, somewhere I wasn't allowed to go. Which meant my father had complete control over me now. I still had no idea how she'd been caught, the Saracen had always been so sneaky, so able to get herself away without anyone noticing, which meant my father must've been keeping a close watch on her. But for some reason, he hadn't killed me, or her. He knew I'd tried to help the outlaws, yet I was still alive. And while I was grateful, I was worried - what was he playing at?.

"What is it?" Edward asked, turning to his daughter.

It was the King's birthday, and everyone had been invited to celebrate at Gisborne's house. And while I was reluctant to go, father had insisted... well, threatened. If I didn't go, Aatikah would be hurt. And I knew that I couldn't talk to Allan either, or any of them. But it wasn't as though I'd had the opportunity, I hadn't seen him since the day of Tom's hanging. And while I was disappointed, I was somewhat relieved. Not seeing him made everything a lot easier, and I hated to admit that the kiss had most likely effected me more than it had effected him. Not that he'd ever know about it.

"What is it? This is Robin's house, look at these people." Marian replied, keeping a low tone so that no one except her father and I could hear.

The story behind my knowing about her conspiring with the outlaws was a slightly long story, one I didn't intend on letting anyone know about. But I'd realised that the woman wasn't all that bad, and that I could - in some way - trust her. And though we were a little wary of each other, she knew how desperate I was to help Aatikah, and I knew how badly she wanted to escape from Guy. It was a small alliance, but I was a little relieved to know that someone other than me was suffering around here.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," Guy loudly said, earning everyone's attention. "I thank you for your attendance today. As you know we're here to celebrate the King's birthday. We wish him success in the Holy Land, and we pray for his speeding return to these shores." He filled a goblet with wine and handed it to Edward, though his focus was completely on Marian. "Please, raise your goblets in a toast, to King Richard."

"To King Richard." The nobles said in unison, raising their goblets. I would've too, if I was drinking anything.

"I myself have a particular reason for the King to return to England," Guy continued. "For when that day comes, this fair Lady, Marian, has consented to be my wife."

The nobles clapped and muttered words of approval, while Marian remained emotionless, though a small twinge of annoyance seemed to come through; Though I couldn't blame her.

"But before I toast to my future bride, there is something I would like to present to her." Guy walked towards us, stopping once he was in front of Marian while raising his hand, showing her the ring. "May I?"

"You leave me little choice." She whispered, glancing at the nobles behind him.

"I thought you'd already made your choice."

"I have." She reassured, smiling back at the nobles before letting it fade as she turned to him. "This means so much to you doesn't it?"

"This means everything to me, have I not expressed myself?" He asked, taking her left hand to slide on the ring. "You mean everything to me."

The ring was beautiful, that I had to admit. But it wasn't hard to tell she wasn't happy with it - with anything. Strangely enough though, Guy did not seem to notice it, most likely blinded by the picture he'd painted for himself; A life with a happy Marian. But she'd never be happy, not with him at least. And if what she'd told me a few nights ago was true, then her heart belonged to another. Whether she liked it or not.

"My Lords and Ladies, I give you the future Lady Gisborne." Guy announced, holding up Marian's ring hand for her.

I glanced down at my own engagement ring, smiling slightly as the silver shined. Was I happy to be married? No. Had I ever wanted to be married? No. When I was a little girl marriage meant nothing to me, which was strange when I thought about it. All the young peasant or noble girls I'd met wanted nothing more than to be married to a handsome nobleman when they grew up - but not me. Because even at a young age, I always knew what would happen to them in reality. They'd either be forced into an arranged marriage by their parents, usually because the man who wanted the woman would pay for her. Or, they'd marry for love and have to give all their money to the Sheriff's of their town. Some might not even live to see their teens with the way the world was, but I didn't tell them that, I couldn't crush their dreams like my parents had mine. They didn't deserve it.

I was pulled out of my thoughts as an arrow smacked into Guy's goblet, causing it to fly out of his hand and passed my face.

"Have we missed the speeches?" A familiar voice asked.

The back door slammed open and the larger outlaw, John - if I remembered correctly, walked in. Then the front door was opened, a little gentler, and Allan walked in. These men were slightly frustrating. They'd disappear for a while, then when you think they're done, they come back. It was a little irritating to be honest. But they were here to get on Guy's nerves, so I was okay with it - for today. I just couldn't talk to any of them, not like I had before.

"Hood, I don't remember inviting you." Guy said, his voice filled with irritation.

"Since when has a man needed an invitation to his own house?" Robin asked as the rest of their outlaw gang piled into the home.

"Perhaps since he lost all rights to that house by becoming an outlaw."

"I would've declined anyway." Robin chuckled.

"I'd appreciate it if you got that thing out of my face," I sighed, narrowing my eyes at the blonde outlaw with the arrow aimed at me.

"My men and I are here on business. We were hoping you would assist us by removing all your jewellery and valuables, and handing them to that man over there." Robin nodded towards the blonde with the bow and arrow, who'd helped himself to the food. "Much!" The blonde jumped and nodded. "And then head into that room, and wait patiently for us to leave."

"Do as he says." Guy sighed.

The nobles said nothing, merely grumbling and cursing under their breath as they slowly approached the room. And while Marian and Edward remained near Guy, I chose to follow the rest of the nobles. I just wanted to get this over and done with, give them whatever they wanted then thank... well, god I suppose. Though I was barely religious like many people around here, if anything I was damned, with the parents I'd been given anyway.

"Move it!" John shouted, startling the slowly-moving nobles.

"This way please my friends." Allan called, seemingly relaxed as it all played out.

The blonde outlaw - Much, held a large sack, opening the top so that the passing nobles could drop in whatever valuables they had. And once it came down to my turn, I sighed in annoyance.

"Do I have to?"

"Sorry." He shrugged, sounding slightly apologetic.

"Fine." I sighed, dropping in my earrings and necklace. They were the only valuable things on me today, all my money was back at Nottingham Castle.

"And the ring."

"Please, let me keep it. I always give what I have, let me keep this." I begged, tilting my head for added effect.

Much paused in hesitation, staring at whoever was behind me and to the left. And after a second or two, he nodded at me, gesturing towards the room where everyone else seemed to be headed.

"Oh alright, now go."

I smiled as a thanks and started towards the room.

"Not you."

I rolled my eyes as someone took hold of my right hand, pulling me away from the room full of nobles. I looked back at Guy, making sure he was occupied with other things while I talked to Allan. This couldn't happen, if I was caught talking openly to him, Aatikah would be hurt - or worse.

"Look on the bright side, you can sleep well tonight knowing your donations will be feeding the poor of Nottinghamshire by this time tomorrow." Robin cheerfully declared.

"What are you doing?" I demanded, tugging my hand away from his.

"Well nice to see you too!" He sarcastically exclaimed.

"You can't treat me any differently than those in there," I gestured to the room full of nobles. "If you do and my father finds out.."

Allan shook his head and lowered his voice. "They won' find out, trust me."

I rolled my eyes again. "Keep this up and everyone will know by tonight. Please, if I'm caught I won't be the only getting hurt."

A loud knock at the door was heard.

"Signal." John said.

"Nearly done." Robin shrugged.

"Signal for what?" I asked, looking back at Allan.

"Sheriff." He sighed, slightly annoyed by the fact.

"Allan, he cannot come in here and see me with you, alright? If he does I'm in more trouble than I deserve to be in, Aatikah too. Please just let me go." I begged, lightly gripping his forearms.

He groaned silently and threw his head back. It seemed as though he was thinking over my plead, but I knew he was just doing it to wind me up. However I did know that if my father saw me like this, it would risk Aatikah's life. Guy must've already seen us, which was slightly worse if anything. As far as I knew, Aatikah was safe and sound somewhere in the castle, hopefully unharmed. And I couldn't - wouldn't, risk her life. Even if it meant turning down a very, very, good looking outlaw. The Saracen had kept me safe up until now, it was only fair for me to return the favour.

"Kiss me an' I'll leave you alone." He smirked, leaning down.

"No, you won't." I stated, putting the index finger of my left hand to his lips, preventing him from getting any closer.

"Yah know, you're right, I probably won't."

"You do know that I'm married, don't you?"

His eyebrows raised and he took my left hand in his right, pulling my hand away from his face to inspect the ring. It seemed as though he was debating whether or not to take it, and I really hoped he wouldn't. I needed that ring, more than he knew.

"Well, I don' mind. Yah don' really think you're the first married girl I've kissed, do yah?" He asked.

"Is that supposed to make me feel better? Knowing that you've kissed another married woman? Don't you know our kind at all, Allan?" I asked him, eyebrows raised in disbelief as I lightly shook my head.

"Oi! I'll 'ave you know that I'm more than familiar with the woman kind!" He exclaimed, rolling his eyes.

"Robin, signal!" John growled nervously.

"You should go, before my father gets here. All of you, I'd hate to see anymore outlaws hurt." I said, my tone slightly pleading.

"Outlaws, or me?" Allan asked, a little too cockily.

"Outlaws. Now go," I smiled, pushing him away.

"Alright, I know when I'm not wanted, or too wanted." He sighed, walking back towards Robin.

I smiled and sighed, leaning against the wall next to me as the outlaws disappeared. Though I narrowed my eyes in confusion as I saw Guy pinned against the stairs by a dagger, while Robin stared at him wide-eyed; What had I missed?.

"Robin, what's the matter with you? Wake up!" The Saracen woman I'd been threatened by exclaimed, gripping the stunned outlaws shirt to drag him towards the exit. But while she succeeded in getting him out, Guy managed to unpin himself in time to slam a fist into her back, sending her to the floor with a grunt.

The front doors opened and in walked my father, two guards trailing behind. He glanced at the woman on the floor before turning to Guy.

"Oh, food poisoning?"

Instead of a reply, Guy took off through the door, Marian close behind. Meanwhile, the two guards my father had brought lifted the Saracen woman from the floor, dragging her out of the house and into the carriage.

"Well, their parties are much more fun than mine." Father grinned, appearing to be excited by it all.

I merely rolled my eyes at him, sighing nervously.

Author's Note:

Hi guys! So I know it's not as good as the other chapters, but my hand is aching from writing so I'm a little slacky today. But if you liked it then great, remember to update for me, it would mean a lot. :D