Elizabeth sat across from Gisborne in the bustling inn, the pair of them huddled in the corner and out of the way. They had seen the Sheriff take a seat with Allan, but Gisborne had informed him that he wanted to spend time with his wife. He pretended that he was going to have harsh words with her, knowing that would appease the Sheriff and provide a firm reason as to why he wouldn't eat with them.

Elizabeth had her back to the Sheriff as she sipped on the water in her goblet, the meat in front of her going cold as Gisborne tucked into his meal. Apparently he had no issue with eating whilst the thought of killing the King played on his mind. Elizabeth dropped her chin into her hand, closing her eyes as tiredness took hold of her.

She had done nothing for the day, but she was drained beyond belief.

"You have barely touched your food," Gisborne observed as he took the final mouthful and moved his hand underneath the table, reaching across to run it down her thigh in a soothing manner. She opened her eyes and shook her head.

"I am not hungry," she promised him. "Perhaps I should take this to Marian. I have seen no one give her any food."

"I shall go." Gisborne promised her and Elizabeth rolled her eyes.

"I cannot free her," she said and Gisborne's fingers wrapped around her thigh tightly and she squirmed slightly. "She is under a lock, is she not?"

"I said that I would do it," Gisborne replied, his voice low and Elizabeth huffed gently, wondering why she really bothered trying to change his mind. He was a stubborn fool when he wanted to be and it infuriated Elizabeth beyond belief.

She took a moment to cross her legs under the table, trapping his thigh in between her thighs and the material of her dress as she leaned forwards to hiss at him.

"Stop trying to control me," she demanded and Gisborne moved his hand to the wrist which was propping her chin up. His fingers wrapped around her wrist and he glowered.

"I am doing what I can to keep you out of trouble," he replied slowly, looking over her shoulder to the sight of the Sheriff staring at them intensely. He soon moved his eyes back to Elizabeth and she chewed on her bottom lip.

"And I will do what I can to keep you out of trouble," Elizabeth said. "God knows you probably don't deserve it."

Elizabeth made a move to stand, Gisborne half rising to his feet as he looked up at her through his lashes, the candlelight flickering against his pale cheeks.

"Where are you going?" Gisborne wondered from her.

Elizabeth huffed and motioned to the door outside of the inn which led towards the bedrooms for the evening.

"I am tired after travelling for a long day," Elizabeth told him and he remained sceptical.

"Gisborne!" the Sheriff yelled for his right hand man's attention. "Come and join us. I trust your wife is boring you beyond belief. She has a face on her like a donkey's behind."

Glowering, Elizabeth looked to Guy, wondering if he would continue to let the Sheriff talk to her in such a manner. By the look on his face he would do. His lips parted and he inhaled sharply as Elizabeth arched a patient brow at him, a smirk of disbelief on her face.

"I just need to return Elizabeth to our room, my Lord," Gisborne said.

"You don't need to bother," she promised him. "I can see that you don't particularly care."

"Allan, take Gisborne's wife to her room and make sure she stays there and keeps quiet like a good Lady," the Sheriff demanded. "Me and Gissy need to discuss our plans for tomorrow."

Allan stood up and Elizabeth followed him without a second word, refusing to even look at Gisborne as she left the room and wandered down the corridor towards the room which they would all be sharing that night. She remained slightly unimpressed that they were single beds and she had to share one with Guy. She wanted to be nowhere near him at that moment in time.

"You know that he is doing this to keep you safe. The Sheriff has your family in Huddersfield...he'd hurt them if Gisborne went against him," Allan suddenly spoke, pushing the door to the large bedroom open and Elizabeth swept past him towards the bed near the wall.

"And what about you?" Elizabeth wondered. "I know who you are. You spied on Robin Hood for Guy."

"Just like you spied on Guy for Robin."

"I did the right thing."

"And I am now doing the right thing," Allan nodded contently. "I know which side I should be on."

"And do you know what the right thing to do is?" Elizabeth responded, pushing her shoes from her feet before pulling the bed cover back, waiting for Allan to reply to her.

Allan gulped loudly. "I know that Gisborne threw you out that night you spied on us. I also know that it almost killed him...but...don't get on at me about the right thing. I tried to do the right thing and I ended up here."

Elizabeth shook her head and climbed into the bed, not even bothering to change from her gown into her nightclothes. She would sleep in her dress and change in the morning once they had left her alone. She rested on her back and looked up to the ceiling as Allan sat on the bed next to hers.

"I know that you're his wife and that he cares for you very much," Allan informed her and Elizabeth chuckled, her body vibrating as she did so.

"I know he does," she promised him. "I also know that the King cannot die, but I cannot rush back to Nottingham and find Robin. There is nothing for me to do."

"And there is nothing for me to do," Allan shook his head back and forth. "Gisborne has promised me riches beyond belief for my part in this."

"And that is all that matters, is it?" Elizabeth checked with him, her brow arched as she turned her head on the pillow to look back at him. "Riches? Does the King's life mean nothing?"

Allan sighed once more before he heard the door swing open and Sir Guy and the Sheriff stepped into the room, both of them looking at Allan as he shrugged nonchalantly, pretending that there was nothing wrong with him. There was only one candle lit in the room and Elizabeth turned her back to Guy as he moved closer to the bed.

"Allan," Gisborne nodded and his new servant briefly smiled and then climbed into his own bed.

"Ah, this is it," the Sheriff cooed. "One more night before we cross the sea."

"Yes," Gisborne agreed, shrugging out of his coat and simply leaving his breeches and shirt on as he climbed into the bed with Elizabeth, practically taking up the entire mattress. She groaned lightly as she felt his body mould against hers, his hot breath on her cheek and her nostrils smelling the wine which he had drank.

"Are you asleep?" Gisborne wondered as Allan blew out the candle and Elizabeth kept silent.

Gisborne sighed, knowing full well she was awake and ignoring him. He moved his arm around her waist, reaching for her hand before his lips pressed against the back of her neck and she shuddered.

"And you two should keep the noise down tonight," the Sheriff suddenly chuckled. "The last thing I want to hear is rustling in the sheets."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes as Gisborne simply grunted, his grip on his wife increasing as he closed his eyes and ran his hand slowly around her stomach. She felt her muscles tighten under his touch and she could almost feel the grin on his lips as he kissed her on the neck once more and she allowed him to do so.

It wasn't long before she heard his breathing grow shallow and then she heard snores echo through the room, keeping her awake. She allowed exhaustion to take over her and she fell to sleep before footsteps tiptoed out of the bedroom.

...

She wasn't sure how long she had been asleep before she felt Gisborne shake her gently on her shoulder, waking her up from the slumber she had found herself to rather enjoy. Yawning loudly, she rolled onto her side to see Guy stood by the side of the bed, looking angry about something.

"Allan has run away," Gisborne grunted to her. "He has gone back to tell Robin Hood of our plans."

"Oh?" Elizabeth checked, her brows furrowing together in slight confusion. "When did he leave?"

"Sometime in the night," Gisborne snapped, his hands tugging through his hair. "I gave him a position and he repays me by doing this. Never mind...the chances of Hood being alive when he gets back are slim."

"What are you talking about?" Elizabeth responded, looking even more confused than normal

Guy's upper lip curled as he sat back on the edge of the bed, the back of his gloved hand stroking her cheek. "The Sheriff sent his mercenaries to finish Hood off once for and all. He was outnumbered and had no hope of survival."

Elizabeth took a deep breath and pushed Guy's hand away from her. "When did you find out about this?"

Gisborne looked puzzled as his hair fell into his face. "Whilst the Sheriff and I were eating breakfast. He has only just told me of what he had planned. Why do you look so annoyed? We both knew that Hood's death would come. I expected this from Marian, but not from you."

Elizabeth moved from the bed, pushing her way over Gisborne whilst he stood too.

"You should not look happy over anyone's death," Elizabeth snapped at him.

He grinned wickedly. "This is Robin Hood, Elizabeth. His death is not something which saddens me."

"But it shouldn't make you happy," Elizabeth said. "Why do you do this, Guy? I didn't marry you for your sadistic ways. I married you because I thought you were kind behind this cold exterior. Recently I've seen none of that."

"Are we really going to argue because of Robin Hood?" he checked with her and she shook her head, her hands clenching into fists by her sides as she looked into her trunk which sat at the end of the bed.

"No!" Elizabeth snapped. "We are arguing because I am fed up. I am fed up of you constantly bowing down to everything that the Sheriff says! I am fed up of you claiming that you have nightmares which haunt you but you do nothing about them. You are a contradiction, Guy and it is too much. I want you to do the right thing once, but you cannot do that."

"I do this for you-"

"-I know!" Elizabeth snapped. "You claim to love me so much but you...the Sheriff insults me at every given moment and you do nothing to stop him...you stand there and look at me..."

"I keep quiet because saying something will only result in something bad happening," Gisborne promised her and she shook her head.

"Then let it," she shrugged. "What will he do? Will he slaughter my family if you ask him not to be so cruel about me? I doubt it."

"They are only words."

"They may be," Elizabeth nodded in agreement with him. "It is not the words which hurt me though; it is you standing there and allowing me to be insulted. I have done everything to defend you despite the fact that you may not deserve it. I stood in front of Robin Hood and told him that you weren't how you seem. I stood there and did that for you!"

"Hood wasn't likely to have you hurt though, was he?" Guy snapped back at his wife and she picked a clean dress from the trunk, throwing it onto the bed and sliding out of the gown she wore, her underclothes protecting her modesty.

Gisborne gulped as she began to change in front of him, watching as the underclothes fitted her curves suggestively and she reached for the clean dress, stepping into and wriggling her body through the material.

"I keep quiet and do what he says to make sure you are safe along with your mother and her parents," Guy whispered softly, Elizabeth pulling her hair out of dress and folding her arms over her chest. "Do you think I enjoy seeing the Sheriff taunt you so?"

Elizabeth shrugged and reached for her cloak, throwing it over her shoulders.

"I do not know what I think about you anymore."

...

Elizabeth had never suffered heat like the Holy Land. She found herself sweltering even in the dead of the night, her body covered in a white dress as she stood on top of the Sheriff's house in the afternoon, looking around for any sign of the King or even Robin Hood. She still had faith in Robin. She had faith in him to get himself out of the mess the Sheriff placed him in.

Marian had been locked away under the ground floor, Elizabeth unable to get to her. She had been given free reign of the house, wandering around it towards the roof. Gisborne had told her that visitors were expected that evening and she was to stay out of the way.

She held a goblet of water in her hands, draining it quickly as she moaned under the heat. She had barely spoken to Gisborne on the rest of the journey, content with ignoring his presence as he watched her intently.

"It is rather warm," his voice suddenly spoke as Elizabeth pushed her hair over her shoulders and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, sweat sticking to her as she completed the motion. She gulped loudly, watching as Gisborne moved closer to her, still clad in leather. She rested the goblet on the ledge and crossed her ankles together.

"You are wearing a ridiculous amount of layers," she responded haughtily, turning back to look over the rooftops of buildings.

"I should suspect I am," Gisborne replied, standing next to her and looking to the buildings with her. He moved his hand to rest on top of hers on the ledge, cringing as she slowly brushed him from her.

"The Sheriff is not a good man," Elizabeth whispered to Guy.

"And what would you have me do?" Gisborne replied. "Marian has already told me that I should kill him."

Elizabeth winced as soon as she heard him say that, shaking her head back and forth. "She had no right to do that. You have enough blood on your hands, Guy. The Sheriff should be dealt with by the King. No one would suffer then, Guy. Justice would be given out."

"We do not live in a world where justice takes precedent," Gisborne replied to her. "That is not how things are done."

"It is how they should be done," Elizabeth contradicted to him. "I would run away with you, Guy. I would run right now if it meant that you did not need to kill anymore. I would send word to my mother and she...she would be angry...but...she would be able to get to safety before...well...if the Sheriff was to do something."

Gisborne took a deep breath and shook his head back and forth, his hair falling into his face. "I have come too far to turn back now, Elizabeth."

"You just don't listen to me!" Elizabeth snapped, balling her hands into fists and hitting him against his chest forcefully. She watched him move back towards the ledge, his thighs hitting the wall which stopped him from toppling over as Elizabeth took hold of his collar and tried to shake him.

"I am trying to stop you from being a killer! I am trying to help you change yet you ignore me! You ignore me as though my words mean nothing...as though I mean nothing..."

"You know that not to be true," Guy responded, shaking his head back and forth.

"I know nothing now," Elizabeth responded. "You could turn against the Sheriff secretly...you could stop this at the last minute when it is safest to do so..."

"Gisborne!"

Elizabeth shook her head and looked down to the ring on her finger as she heard the Sheriff yell for Guy. He took a deep breath, pushing Elizabeth from him as the Sheriff stood by the door to the roof.

"Gisborne...did you know about this?" the Sheriff snapped and Guy arched a brow.

"Know about what?" he wondered.

"Robin Hood!" the Sheriff spat and Elizabeth turned her back to the pair of them, continuing to look over the city. "He escaped and is in the Holy Land with us. He has come to warn the King. How did this happen?"

"Allan," Gisborne spoke his name roughly and Elizabeth's lips tugged upwards. "I will go and find him."

"No," Gisborne shook his head. "We will go inside and talk about this. Leave your little wife here. I don't trust her with our plans."

Gisborne turned his head over his shoulder to see Elizabeth still stood facing away from him and he sighed, wondering what was going through her mind before he followed the Sheriff, her words still echoing through his mind as he went.

...

Elizabeth sat on her bed that evening after a guard had demanded for her to be confined to her room. She was sat on the edge, her fingers laced together as the door slammed open and Gisborne came marching in, clearly looking as though he was in distress. He tugged his hands through his hair and stood in front of his wife.

"I will either kill you for myself or spend the rest of my days loving you until I am old and grey," Gisborne informed his wife and Elizabeth moved to stand up, her orbs wide as she looked at Gisborne and he struggled to believe what he had done.

"What has happened?" Elizabeth wondered.

"The Sheriff sent a man to spin the King a tale of Robin Hood being against him and coming to kill him with a Saracen woman. It makes us appear as though we are the innocent party," Gisborne informed her in a hushed voice so that no loitering ears could hear them.

"And?" Elizabeth wondered.

"I killed the spy this evening and left his body in an alleyway," Gisborne snapped at her. "I did what you had asked me to do. I gave Hood time to get to the King. I shall do nothing else for this plan, Elizabeth. I have done all that I intended to do...and...God only knows why..."

"Because it was the right thing to do," Elizabeth told him and Gisborne shook his head, clearly conflicted.

"If anyone finds out-"

"-No one shall find out," Elizabeth promised him. "You killed him because there was no other option. You...you..."

"Does this not just prove that I am a killer regardless of what I do?" Gisborne snapped at her and she reached for his cheeks, taking them into her hands as his eyes widened and his hair fell into her fingers. "I can scarcely do the right thing."

"No," Elizabeth shook her head. "You did the right thing tonight, Guy. I know that you did. You have to know it."

Gisborne kept silent and shook his head. He did not know what was right or wrong. He did know that Prince John was not the rightful King of England. He knew that much, but he did not care about it. He only cared about the woman who was so tenderly cradling his face.

"If the Sheriff finds out then you alert your mother and we run. Do you understand me?" Gisborne checked and she nodded quickly. She understood completely what he was saying. She took a second to run her hands through his dark locks before she felt his lips latch onto hers.

She didn't push him away for once, allowing him to move her body back towards the bed until she toppled onto it, their lips still pressing and their bodies tangled together. Gisborne acted with haste, knowing that he wanted nothing more than to have his wife after days of coldness from her.

"Guy," Elizabeth tore her lips from his as she felt one hand push her dress over her thigh and the other work at the sleeve to her dress. "Not here...not tonight..."

"Elizabeth," he complained to her and she once again took his face into her hands. "I need you."

"Not tonight when the Sheriff could interrupt at any moment," she urged him, gently pecking his stubble covered cheek.

Gisborne grunted in annoyance and slowly moved to roll from her, his arm still around her waist as he did so. She propped herself up on one elbow, looking down to him as he wrapped her hair around a finger, his orbs roaming her face and drinking in every single feature of her.

"You're enough for me," Gisborne whispered to Elizabeth, his voice soft and gentle and she took a second to nod in agreement.

"And you for me," Elizabeth whispered to him, taking his hand and holding it tightly.

She didn't know if he had done this act to appease her or because it had been the right thing to do. She just knew that she didn't care. She just loved him for it. She always would do and she always would stay by his side, no matter what.

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A/N: Thank you to anyone reading and to anyone who has reviewed. Please do let me know what you think!