Summary: Guy's heart is broken forever (awww)

Warning: Fair amount of violence

He ran after her. He didn't bother to look who was in the way. He just put one leg in front of the over as fast as possible. Just follow the screams and he'd find her.

He found Anne being flung towards the wall, John holding her by her neck, blood seeping through her torn dress.

John turned, still strangling the tear struck Anne.

"Can I help?"

"I want ..." his words stuck in his throat. What was wrong with him? He'd seen violence before. He'd done it himself.

He looked back to Anne's face. She hated him for seeing her like this. She wanted guy's respect more than ever. Strange how when you lose something you appreciate what you have. And all the time she'd had Guy. She wanted his love. Wanted him to save her and take her away from everything . She longed for his touch, his soft words, his wary eyes. But that would never happen.

John's sick smile appeared. He took one look at Anne before turning back to Guy, bringing up a knife to her neck.

"Aww, Awwww. Isn't this sweet?" gliding the knife across her cheek, "I'm guessing Anne never told you."

Guy stared at her as she managed to free herself only to be pulled back by John by her waist. He started to toy with her, his hands making their way to her thighs before turning her face towards to Guy's ever growing mad eyes.

"How she ran away from her duties for her lover, that low life son of Wessex, so she didn't have to marry. Only it didn't quite work out, did it. Shall I go on?" John threw her to the ground as she struggled to get to her feet before being pounced on again, her dress tearing to reveal her bloody shift.

"Oh yes, and did you fail to mention to him, dear dear Guy that you then sold state secrets to my dear brother so I wouldn't find you and make you finish your marriage contract," hurling her into the desk.

Guy stood. He couldn't do anything. She had disgraced herself in every way possible. Slept with someone else who never deserved, betrayed, lied, shamed herself. Done everything that should never be done.

"Oh and did I forget, she's a wonderful lover, aren't you?"

"SHUT UPT!" she screamed at him.

"Oh but I wouldn't want to lie to Guy. She sold herself to every man she could to do, what was, oh yes "survive","

Anne turned to Guy.

He didn't look at her. Didn't do anything.

She'd hurt too much. She'd lost him. Forever.

John kicked her one final time, blood finally spewing out from behind her head, before leaving her, pausing to watch her silently cry.

"She's all yours."

If he walked over to her, he'd endanger his life. He'd lose everything he'd built up for.

He could lose more.

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Much, much later, when no one was awake a single figure mounted a horse and left Nottingham.

If she was to die, at least die where Guy wouldn't find her.