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also please note that I do have dyslexia. I'm not ashamed of it because it is something I cannot control but I am self-conscious about it. so a lot of my words are miss pelt and many, many of the sentience's are a little back to front. I can't tell you the amount of time I've gone to reread something that I have wrote but couldn't even understand what I was trying to say.
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Just giving everybody a heads up….. this is a instalove story. Now usually I don't love instalove story's or write instalove story's, because I like writing or reading a build-up to a relationship in them. but then I thought screw it. fairy tales are most all about instant love. Pulse I don't have a whole lot of time to built this relationship of theirs up. Due to being busy and also writing my other story's. so I'm sorry if they seemed to be moving fast. But not that sorry, because I only had to see Michael Wincott once to become completely obsessed with him.
And also I don't know a whole lot of the Robin hood universe. So I apologies if I mess anything up or get anything wrong.
I'm honestly just making all this up as I go alone.
The little dove Chapter 1. Blue moon by Jim Jacobs.
Clover Autumn Willowtree was the lone girl in a house hold of boys. She had lost her mother at a young age and was left to be raised by her father and brothers. Clover's mother, Harper passed away during childbirth, giving birth to her youngest brother Oliver.
It crushed her father, Mason, beyond repair. Her death broke him for many, many years, leaving herself and her brothers to pick up the smashed parts.
Not one of them minded though.
They loved their father beyond words.
And would do anything he needed as long as he needed it. they all understood what their mother meant to their father. To all of them Harper was the sun that set and the moon that shone. Her smile would make a 100 fireflies light up in unison.
other than the loss of their mother the family had a happy life together.
the Willowtree family lived just outside of the Sherwood forest. In a quaint little cottage, that was barely big enough to fit all of them all.
but just seemed to manage to.
Mason Willowtree had 10 children. His late wife gave birth to 9 strong boys who all look like himself, but had their mothers eyes. And 1 beautiful girl, who mirrored her mother in every way.
All the boys had thick dark brown hair, like the bark of a oak tree. While Clover had long, long slightly curly light red hair, that shaded in to the colour of fire in some places. It fell down her back and just below her knells, like the way a brides train follows behind them, in that graceful way it does.
All the sons had lovely Olive skin like their fathers. while Clover had her mother's white almost glowing skin. Anybody would think that if they were to touch her in the slightest way she was bruise.
All the boys had their dads height. all the older ones were over 6ft 3 inches. While the younger boys were still growing like weeds…. And growing fast. Clover Autumn Willowtree wasn't a tall girl. She stood at 5ft 3 inches, and compared to her brothers she was a dwarf. If you were to spy her from a long distance you'd believe she were a woodland creature. The redhead barely come up to her older brothers chests.
and lastly all of the Willowtree boys inherited their mother light bule crystal eyes. Every boy in that family look so like each other that occasionally even their own father would mix them up. They were a beautiful bunch of boys. With their thick hair dark and there mesmerizing eyes.
While venturing out int o the village all of the girls would run as fast as they could to their windows and front doors. If just to get a glimpse of them Willowtree boys.
Their father, though much older now, still manage to keep a hold of his handsome looks, and would get many offers of freshly cooked dinners for two from the village widows… and sometimes the married ones.
But he always respectably declined them. Harper never ever too far away from his mind. though misses Willowtree had passed on for many years now, she was still the first thing he though about when he woke up in the mornings, and the last thing he thought about before going to sleep every night.
She may have been just a ghost to him now, but she was a ghost he was still in love with.
But while all the boys got their mother's eyes, Clovers had a strange mix of both Mason's and Harper's. Her eyes had the lightness of her mothers, but not the crystal blue her brothers shared. Mason had dark gray eyes and looked like rain clouds. Clover's eyes come out a light gray colure. Like the way clouds are while it's spiting rain drops.
Her grandfather on her mother's side would say, 'when I look in to your eyes I can see both of them'.
Clover would hardly even given permission to wondering in to the local villages. Because like her brothers, her features was garner a lot of attention as well. But this time from the local farmers boys.
She didn't mind though.
In fact Clover thought of it as a guilty pleasure.
She was a young girl around boys she was related to all day long. Knowing that somebody of the other sex may find her looks appealing to the eyes wasn't something she hated the idea of.
But Clover knew that nothing could ever happen though. Her brothers were always, always, always around her. scaring off any potential future husbands, who may make her happy. The redhead knew that they were only doing it because her brothers loved her, and no brother wants some boy messing around with his younger sister. But that didn't stop it from getting on her last nerve.
On the odd occasion a brave farm boy was venture up on the Willowtree cottage to meet with the stunning cloudy eye girl. But would immediately get cased away by the boys. Which angered her to no end.
Every time one of the Willowtree children were born, their given name would always have a reason behind it. their mother had a knack for knowing what some of them would be good at once they were old enough. Or their name would be something they were associated with while Harper pregnant with them.
The eldest of her brothers was called Ryder. Because while carrying him Harper watched a herd of beautiful white horses run passed their cottage one fine spring day.
The second eldest was named Leo. Because the day before going in to labour her uncle painted a fierce but striking looking portrait of a lion. It was a present for her. one day they had gotten to talking, and she had confessed to him that she always wanted to see a real life lion. But of course living where they were there aren't any. Except only in her dreams. so Harper told her uncle she was forever grateful for his most thoughtful gift.
The third son was called Aaron, after that same uncle.
They named their fourth children hunter. Because while Mason was off hunter was when she began to feel the contractions start. Thankfully he made it back before missing the birth of his fourth baby son. Mason never went out hunter so close to he due date again. not wanting to risk missing the arrival of another one of his off spring.
The fifth boy to be brought in to this would was named Archer. Harper had a feeling that he would be great with a bow and Aro when he was old enough.
The seventh Willowtree kid was named Axel. Because while lying in bed waiting for him to come in to this world, Harper watched from the window as Mason chopped fire wood, on that cold winter's morning.
Number eight was called brook, because for what seemed like days he wanted go to sleep. He'd just stay up and babble in his little baby talk. as if the rest of the world could understand him.
And of course lastly there was Oliver. The youngest of the Willowtree boys. And the reason Harper named him Oliver was simply because she liked olives.
And that left Clover….. number six, the only girl in the Willowtree clan. Clover got her name because while on a walk Harper went in to labor early. And was too far away from the house. So she gave birth to her in a field full of Clovers on a warm Autumn night.
And that's how she got her name.
Clover Autumn Willowtree.
The redheaded girl was currently bent over the family's wishing well, Pulling up a bucket of fresh water. Her brothers and father would be home soon from hunting, and she needed to get their dinner ready. And for that she needed water to boil the veggies in. Clover had just made it to the front door when she heard the yelling and sound of horses.
'what could that be?. My father and brother aren't meant to be home yet so it couldn't be them. and why would they be yelling?, and what would they be yelling at?". She dropped the bucket of water and immediately went to investigate. Just as she was about to make her way around to the other side of the house she was knocked over by something. "what the golly". She said out loud.
Clover looked up to see what had pushed her to the ground. She gray eyes widened when she realized it was a man, running frantically away.
But before she had the time to think several man other horses rode by, charging for the running man. All sporting helmets except one.
Within minutes everything turned to chaos. Hounds was barking, the men were yelling and the man who was being cases was crying and pleading. He quickly scrambled up a oak tree that the Willowtree children would clime when they were kids. As an attempt to try and get away from his tormentors.
"please, please leave me alone. I didn't mean it, I swear!". He screamed from the tree.
All Clover could do was watch in pure shook. She didn't know weather or not she should speak for him or go back inside. After all not knowing what he had done. She was able to get a good look at him from the angle he was sitting at.
'the poor man doesn't look like his eaten anything in weeks. His hair is long gray and dirty, and even his here I can tell that he hasn't had a proper wash in a long time'. Clover got up from the ground and slowly took a few steps towards all the excitement. 'what could this man possibly have done to deserve hounds and men with swords going after him'.
It was then she realized who the men were chasing the man. 'those man work for the sheriff of Nottingham". Clover left her face go white. 'this man must of done something then. their guards they wouldn't just chase a man down if he hadn't done anything… wouldn't they".
"come down from that tree and we may make it quick!". The man without a helmet on was the first to speak. He spoke as if he didn't want to be there. As if he were bored.
'make it quick?, oh god what that that mean?!'. Clover flinched at the thought.
"please sir, I didn't do it, it wasn't me!". He cried.
"so what was it then?... you didn't mean it?. or you didn't do it!?".
The men in the tree looked caught off guard. He tried to speak but couldn't, as if there were a frog in his throat. "what was the season one again?!".
"cut it down". The man without a helmet on said to a man holding on to an axe. "how do you feel about a flying lesson then?!". He laughed.
"but this isn't fair. What proof do you have?!".
"there was a witness!".
"they lie sir!".
"I'm sure they did!". He scoffed. She hadn't been able to see his face because he wasn't facing her. but just as he had finished talking his horse slightly turned giving her a view of him.
And what she saw knocked the air of out of her.
Clover had never seen a man as beautiful as the man in front of her. yeah she had grown up around her brothers but they were her brother. 'if I were to feel any bit of attraction for one of them that would mean I was sick'. She thought. 'but this man…. Had nothing on the farm boys that try and come to visit me. he has long shoulder length dark hair, and a scare on the lower part of his cheek. It goes from the bottom of his ear and almost cuts the end of it off. and goes in to around the middle of his cheek. But the thing I think stands out the most is his voice. He has a very deep very horse like, raspy voice'.
"please it wasn't what it seemed". The man in the tree pleaded with his hands together.
All the Willowtree girl could do was stare in shock at what was happening in front of her.
"I wonder if the little girl agrees with you!". he said sarcastically.
'little girl'. Clover got a sick feeling in her stomach.
"OY YOU". one of the men suddenly yelled.
Clover looked up to see one of them pointing at her. none of them had noticed her until that minute. Soon enough they all turned, including the man in the oak tree. But then last to turn was the men with he long hair.
And the moment his eyes landed on her his eyes widen.
'…' she wasn't sure what to do but stand there awkwardly, as this bunch of men with axes and swords stared at her.
"who goes there?". The man with the scare asked her. he didn't say it in the angry tone he was using with the man in the tree. He said it more as if he was confused as to way she was there. But with a hint of authority, not wanting to loos face in front of his men. directing his horse to move in her direction. He stopped the noble beast a few feet away from her. "you girl". He frowned. "why are you out here this far from any village. Aren't you afraid of the haunted forest". He said the last park mockingly with a chuckle.
"why not at all, I live here". she turned and pointed to her family's cottage. 'now how did all these men seem to miss it?'. she asked herself. 'it may not be a big house but a house it still is'.
"that's a house". His lips went in to a thin line and he gazed back at his men. "I thought that was just a big rock". He said with full seriousness. In fact he said it so seriously it made her laughed without meaning to. and once the redhead realized she throw her hand over her mouth. But even that could not stop her smile.
He looked at her pointedly and raised an eye brow. "does something amuses you?".
With her hand still over her mouth she nodded.
"and may I ask what?".
Clover took her hand away from her mouth and ran it over through her red flowly hair. "it does doesn't it".
"what does what doesn't what?". Normally by this time he would of lost all patients, but there was something about this one girl that absolutely captivated him. he had never seen a girl with her beauty before, not even Nottingham.
"it does look like a rock doesn't it". she grinned. As much as Clover wanted to be offended by his comment about her family home. She could not deny that he was right. 'it you weren't looking for it you wouldn't be able to find it. how my brothers, father and myself are able to live in it all together will forever be a mystery'. "it's bigger on the inside though".
He scoffed. "I can't say I believe that". for a moment he seemed to smile. "may I have the pleasure of asking your name?".
"Clover". She said with a nod. "Clover Autumn Willowtree, and you may not believe it but it's true". The gray eyed gave him a big cheesy grin.
As their conversation was taking place the dirty man in the oak tree jumped down and ran off in to the woodland. The man turned and frowned at his men. "well go on then".
"but sir..".
"but sir what?. He's getting away". He hissed.
"but the forest….".
"is a forest, now move your asses".
"but it's haunted sir". One of them chocked out.
At hearing that Clover burst out in to laughter. She throw her hands over her mouth like the last time, and tired to contain herself.
"do my men amuses you?". the man smirked at her. giving his men one last glare.
"yes, very much so". she shook her head. 'haunted, how could this woodland be haunted, I've lived here all my life. My, my now that just may be the stupidest thing I've ever heard'.
"do you think their idiot's?". he looked back at them to make sure they knew that they were meant to hear what he had said.
"I don't want to answer that. but that's only if they truly believe the forest has ghost living in it". Clover shrugged.
He chuckled, then stopped and once again looked back to see men. "well you heard the lady. Go now!". he growled the last part.
For a moment the men hesitated, not sure Whether to believe her or not. But the look on their leaders face told them they better go, before he had them all hanged for stupidity They all headed off in the direction of the dirty man.
"aren't you going with them?". Clover asked.
He hoped of off his horse and took a few steps towards her. "guy of Gisborne milady. Cousin of the sheriff of Nottingham". He kissed her hand.
"do your men honestly believe the forest is haunted?".
"do you honestly expect me to believe that you live in that pebble?". He replied.
"you don't believe me?". Clover raised an eye brow.
Guy grinned and shook his head. he couldn't remember a time when he had smile so much. living in the castle was like a living in a big cell. His cousin had control over everything and everyone… including him. of course he wouldn't lie, guy loved being in charge of his own man. And he knew that he probably wouldn't of had that power if his cousin wasn't the sheriff.
The castle was always dark and wet, he had to hear his cousin have sex with the maids because he had Guy stand by the door and make sure that no one would disturb him. he also made Guy stand by his chambers door, if he wasn't on a mission. because the sheriff said it made him feel safer. He told him that many people were out to kill him, mainly that Robin hood and his band of marry men. All that and he was around drunk soldiers all damn day. then you have the rumors of a witch living in the basement of the castle. But he believe those to be just rumors.
"well then….. it's look like I'm going to have to prove it to you then".
And how will you accomplish that milady?".
Clover smirked and began to walk backwards towards her home. Completely forgetting about her brothers and father coming home soon. Being the lone girl in a family of men she was always told not to talk to people she didn't know while the men were out. The boys didn't trust that a robber… or a rapist wouldn't come alone while they were all gone. A young pretty girl all alone in the middle of nowhere would be like striking gold for a criminal.
Now usually the redhead would never ever let a man she wasn't related or didn't know to enter her home. But she just couldn't help it this time. 'what am I supposed to do then?. he wouldn't believe me so I had to prove it. I don't have a choice truly. And the only way I can think of to prove it to him is to let him int o the cottage. I can't just have somebody walking around thinking I'm a liar can I?. so like I said….. I don't have a choice. He simply must come in side right now'.
He followed Clover while maintaining eye contact with her. "any men of the house?". He asked in his deep raspy voice.
Her brothers and father snapped in her mind. "not for the moment".
"and when will the man of the house be back then?".
"men".
"men?".
"yes, my father and brothers".
"no husband then?".
"no, my brothers would never let that happen". Her back hit the door. she turned and opened it for them, grabbing the bucket of water while she was at it. they both strolled in, her first so she could hold the door open for him. Guy stopped in the middle of the main room. "have I proved you wrong yet?". Clover closed the door.
"how many of you are there?".
"11 of us".
He whipped around and stared at her with widened eyes. "11 of you…. in this tiny little cottage?... how?".
"we manage".
"what are you a family of witches?". He joked.
She scoffed.
"have you lived here all your life?".
"yes…. in fact I was born in a filed not to far from here". she moved away from the door. "drink?". She asked.
He grunted in response.
But she paused for a moment. "may I ask you something?".
"you may". He nodded.
"what did that….. man do?... the one in the tree".
He looked down for a second, Clover thought he seemed uncomfortable by her question. "something not for a lady's ears".
She nodded upstanding that he wasn't going to be telling her what the man in the tree had down anytime soon.
Clover grabbed a pitcher of the top shelf and strolled over to the bucket of water she had brought up to the house earlier. the redhead grabbed a cup and She filled up the pitcher. She pored the fresh water in to the cup and passed it to him. then pored herself one. "I'd give you wine to drink, but we never seem to have any lately".
"and why would that be?". Guy asked taking a sip.
"my brothers like to drink at the gatherings".
"gatherings?".
"yes, a bunch of the farmers and villagers like to have their celebrations".
He nodded. "and what do they have to celebrate?".
"I don't know if I should tell you that?".
"ohh…. Robin of the hood". Of course he already knew the answer to that. that Robin hood was the only thing the villages had to celebrate of late.
"you don't seem too surprised by this?".
"never he does seems to surprise me those days". He took a large sip. "tell me something". He slowly walked towards her. "do you… celebrate Robin of the food?".
"what reason would I have not to?". she raised her eyes brows. "he is the reason more and more people have to able to eat of late. Without the fear of staving to death".
"and have you…. met him?".
She shook her head. "no….. not once". And she was telling him the truth. "but my brothers have…. My three older ones".
"and what do you call them?".
"Ryder, Leo and Aaron… they meet him in the forest once or twice. While out on a hunt".
"out on a hunt". Guy raised his eyes brows at her. "do your brothers not no it is illegal to poach in the sheriff forest?".
Clover went quiet, she gray eyes panned to the floor.
"well I guess that's your brothers and everybody else then?".
She eyes snapped back up to his and he wink at her. Guy stalked back over to his cup of water. 'it seems like every bloody day I'm out chasing down some idiot thinking he could get away with hunting in the forest'. He thought to himself.
"you're not going to…..".
"have them arrested". He finished her sentence. "nah…. I'll let it go this time".
"why this time?".
"because why would I want to upset someone as lovely as you?". he gave her a cheeky grin.
The red head felt her face heart up.
But that didn't last long, because she could hear laughter and shouting in the distance. "my brothers and father are back". she told him. ' thought we would have had more time'. she thought sadly. "if they find you hear…".
"I assure you milady, I am completely aware of the drill". He smirked to himself and drank down the rest of his water.
For a second Clover frowned. 'he's knows the drill?... what ever could he mean by that?'. she could hear the voices getting closer. "come, this way". she ran past him and took a hold of his hand. "we must go to my bedroom, you'll have to go out the window". She shut her door and opened up her window.
"I want to see you again". he said looking int o her gray eyes.
"I…I don't know". 'my brothers and father would never allow it'. she mind flashed back to the time she smiled at a farm boy while in the village. The next time she saw him he had two black eyes and a limp. That was one of the last time she ever went back there because very time Clover would see him she'd feel sick with guilt. 'they wouldn't care if he were the sheriffs cousin or not, if they were to find him in my room they'd….'.
"meet me".
"but my brothers…".
"can't stop me from seeing you if they wanted to?".
"what do you mean if?... of course there not going to want me seeing you".
"you know the area".
"why of course I do".
"good so you'll know where the water full is then?".
Clover nodded.
"meet me there tomorrow". He jumped form the window. He look back up at her then stalked away. Knowing he wouldn't be able to get her off of his mind. 'maybe I'll speak to my cousin later about it'. guy thought as he walked away from the little cottage.
In the cottage.
"Clover where are you!". one of her brothers laughed as he called out to her. the boys were carrying in a stag they had caught.
She came out from her room.
"we're going to be eating good tonight". her father said kissing the top of her head.
"oh good". She forced a smile, hoping one of them would catch on to the fact that there was a man they didn't know in their house only minutes before. "I'll start cooking the veggies up". She spoke avoiding eye contact with any of them.
Only one of her brothers seemed to notice something was off with her. Hunter frowned slightly when she look down and walked passed them.
But his frowned only deepened when he saw two cups of water on the table, and not one.
Note.
I am very, very much aware that there are spelling errors. There were some that I noted to go back to, but I could find them. but I do know they are there. So if you see them just ignore them for now and I will go back to them and fix them when I can.