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Robin did not sleep much. He tossed and turned in his bed, tired, so much his eyes would not stay open, yet his body and mind refused to drift into sleep. He had managed to, but his dreams were filled with nightmare images. Marian. Marian in pain. Marian locked away. That Sheriff breathing on her. How dare he.

"You lied to me Robin. You betrayed me."

The words came back again and again. They still brought anger and frustration, yet frustration because of him self. What had he done? Talk to his Merry Men? He had defended Marian. He did love her. What more could he do, what else did she expect? When would she accept his love for her, instead of living in a world when she believed no-one could? He punched the bed furiously.

"To hell with her stubborn attitude" he said to himself through gritted teeth. He glanced through the window, where the castle stood, illuminated in silvery light. He was in Marian's bed that night. It was his only comfort that maybe somewhere she was safe.

The guards opened the door and threw her into her old room. She heard the key turn in the lock. This was it. Trapped.

Marian walked over to the large bed, covered in lush velvet quilts and pillows. There was no space or freedom like the forest. Four walls casing her in, no sound of the wind dancing through the leaves, no flowers talking to one another and no fresh, breathtaking air. And it was his entire fault. Robin. She thumped the pillows ferociously. Why did he always say things when he thought she wasn't listening? It was insulting. Really insulting.

"Marians a woman so she's not intelligent" Marian said, mimicking a male voice. She was fed up for being labelled so much. She had always hated being a woman in her position, where men would do anything just to get their arm around her waist and their hands on her money, until she had met Robin when she was just turning into a young woman. Robin had made her feel special. She had almost believed he had been in love with her. But he was the same as all the other fowl men.

Sighing, she sat down on the bed. She began to day dream while the wind floated through the window, causing the silk curtains to dance around each other. She began to day dream as it reminded her of something….

The wind blew through the trees as two figures walked along side the lake, hand in hand, smiling and laughing. It was early summer, and the warm weather had made it the perfect day to walk.

The couple stopped. The young man smiled and moved to kiss the young girl. A sudden gust of wind caught her off balance. In a second, she had fallen backwards into the lake, grabbing the man's shirt at the same time, so he fell in with her. There was a large splash when they hit the water. When Marian reached the surface, hair clinging to her face, she laughed loudly. Robin emerged from the waters depths, frowning. He jumped for her, and shrieking she swam away as quick as she could.

Marian was awoken sharply by voices outside the door. Her eyes were wet from her dream. And then the door handle turned.

"Robin?"

Little John was sitting by a fire the next morning, turning sausages over as they spat and gave off a welcoming aroma.

"What's the matter, you look awful."

Robin smiled sheepishly. "Thanks."

He sighed as he sat down, rubbing his sore eyes. He felt awful, so it was likely he looked it.

"Is it your wee little lass you're worrying about?"

Robin nodded, even though the comment had irritated him. He was too tired to argue with his shaggy haired friend.

"Something's happened John," he said, while staring into the flames as they flickered under the pan. "She's not safe. Something's happened to her since she left."

John observed his friend curiously. Huge black bags hung from his eyes, and his skin was starched and pale.

"Like what?"

Robin shrugged. "I'm not sure, but it's something bad. I have to find her".

John raised his eyebrows.

"Don't be stupid Robin. That Sheriff will gobble you up quicker than anything," he said, handing him his breakfast, "even if that Prince John is putting on an Archery competition in a few days time."

Robin stopped.

"What? When did you find out?

"I thought someone had told you".

Robin shook his head. "No. Is Marian going to be there?"

John gave him a stern look.

"Yes. Whoever wins receives a golden arrow and all that rubbish."

Robins face lit up.

"Then I must go." He looked desperate.

"Robin, are you mad! It's a god forsaken trap!"

Robin didn't look at him.

"I know," he said quietly," but I have to save her".