A Dark love story of Miraculous enacting a story of Robin Hood.
Characters.
Robin Hood/Robin of Locksley - Adrien Agreste/Cat Noir
Maid Marion - Princess Marinette
Azeem-Nino
Will Scarlet - Wayhem
Ladies in Waiting - Alya Cesaire & Tikki
Prince John - King HawkMoth
Sheriff of Nottingham - Theo
Captain - XY/Xavier
Friar Tuck - Master Fu
Little John - Plagg
Bridal Party
-Mylene
-Alix
-Rose
Merry Men
-Nathaniel
-Marc
-Ivan
-Kim
-Max
-Jagged Stone
-Luka
-Juleka
This is a dark Robin Hood so be aware of blood, gore, rape, and torture.
The messenger was running as fast as he could.
King Gabriel was sitting in his lovely bedroom, the room of the King was decorated with lavish red, white and gold, his desk was lit by candlelight as he wrote a well-written letter of cursive scripture and words of distinguishment, his brow furrowed and focused while his demeanor was regal and caring. The Messenger lightly barged into the room and quickly bowed catching the attention of the polished man.
"You're Majesty?" The messenger said in his shaky and quick breathy voice.
"Yes?" King Gabriel said with regality as he set down his quill and stood calmly but with concern at the messenger's sudden appearance, holding his hands behind his head as he waited for the man to catch his breath.
"I'm sorry for the disturbance sire. But I bring terrible news from the war sir." The Messenger said with worry, fear, and regret, his eyes shaking in fear and pity for the man before him.
"What news? Is Adrien alright?" Gabriel said slightly running toward the man who instantly knelt at the King's approach and he saw how the King's eyes were flooding with concern.
"I'm so sorry sir. It has been confirmed that Prince Adrien has died." The man said slowly and calmly while kneeling in submission, the room was silent for a moment as the quietness was deafening and a great cause for worry.
King Gabriel shuddered a breath, first his wife during childbirth to their second child that also died and now his only child, he stumbled back trying to walk as his mind tried to wrap around the news. He tried leaning on a table but it flipped sending purple wine all over the floor with fruit that got squished under the heavy golden boot of the King.
"Adrien," Gabriel said in a shudder as tears began to fall.
"NOOOOOO." She screamed in despair, she wore only her white nightgown as her Lady in waiting Alya held her shaking body while they sat on steps in her room. Marinette was getting ready for bed when the news arrived and Marinette screamed as tears fell from her eyes like waterfalls, her wails echoed throughout the palace and every one pitied her and felt her pain as others also cried but more silently because no one felt the pain more than the young Princess.
"ADRIEN." She screamed as her other Lady came up with a cloth before she joined in hugging her beloved Princess and shouldering her burdens of pain and suffering and used the lavender-scented cloth to gently brush her tears and calm her
The cries were incredibly loud and could be heard all over the palace all the way out to the grounds of the English Royalty everyone knew how much the French Prince meant to their Princess but now she was distraught with pain and anguish and no one would be surprised if the people in London could hear it too.
The 15-year-old princess laid in her bed crying softly as her body was now too exhausted but her mind couldn't let her sleep.
Alya and Tikki knew not what to do so they did what they could, wiping away her tears, and helping her to drink Lavender wine. Though she didn't want to consume anything the wine helped a lot, she drank as much as her Ladies would give her after much convincing then it wasn't long after the dark haired Princess was sleeping peacefully dreaming of the blonde Prince in heaven surrounded by clouds of silk on wings of downy feathers.
The funeral was held a week later.
Princess Marinette wore a lovely gown of black silk and black floral lace covering her head while her ladies wore matching gowns behind her.
King Gabriel wore a dashing suit of black and silver with a black and silver cane.
They stood side by side as King Gabriel laid Adrien's sword along the length of the empty coffin and Marinette set his Princely Crown above it at the head. The entire court was silently sobbing as the hearse carriage began moving to symbolize that Prince Adrien was leaving the French palace for the last time. The walk to the Church was long and painful but easy to ignore for the 2 royals as the pain in their hearts was worse and the people of Paris sniffled in pain and prayed for future happiness and well being of the 2 heartbroken Royals that followed the empty hearse.
The Minister spoke only of his accomplishments and of how much the people loved him as they all sat in the Church grieving over his loss to the world, Adrien's coffin was set up at the front with a memorial for his memory, his Princely portrait stood proud next to the coffin and was decorated with white roses of remembrance since roses were his favorite flower, candles of all sizes were lit around the Church with grace to illuminate and brighten the room, people who loved him filled the room and sent prayers of grief to the heavens.
Once the Eulogy was complete a black sheer cloth was drawn over his portrait to symbolize the burial of his spirit, Marinette knelt before the coffin in despair as she laid a single pink rose on it with a kiss on top of it. They watched with heavy hearts as the coffin was lowered into the floor so that it can be buried among the other dead royalty in the crypt below. She and Gabriel both grasped a handful of clean dirt and dropped it into the hole on top of the coffin.
"I will always love you, Adrien." She said with more tears falling down her porcelain face. She stood there even as guests were leaving until it was only her and her ladies.
"Princess Marinette." She heard making her turn to find King Gabriel standing at attention and looking at her, she stood with a no smile before moving before him slowly and curtsied in his presence.
"Uncle Gabriel." She said with a small smile of respect before rising to stand, he was calm and gentle in bringing her in for a comforting embrace, she felt his warmth as he pulled her close.
"I understand the pain you feel, my dear." He said after releasing her then he held his hand on her back as they walked out of the Church before grasping her hand and wrapping it around his arm.
"I was in great depression when I lost Emilie." He said holding her arm in his elbow and escorting her.
"Thank you, Your Grace, but I can't imagine your pain. It must be much greater than mine." She said with dignity as she flipped her black lace veil to look at him.
"Thank you. It is a great disappointment when a parent loses a child. Adrien was all I had left," He paused to take a deep breath of fresh air.
"So I was thinking you wouldn't mind..." He said with all due confidence of a King as they arrived at his royal carriage awaited him to take him back to the castle while maybe 20 men were all standing around with their hands on their swords at the ready. Marinette's instincts heightened she felt something was off and looking at her ladies in waiting and they looked back at her too telling her that they knew it too.
"Uncle?" She asked looking around before his rough calloused hand gently grasped her chin and pulled her to look up at him.
"I request that you come live with me, Dear Niece." He said making her eyes go wide.
"But, what about Mama? And the English Throne?" She tried with general concern but carefulness.
"Your Mother will take care of it for you. As for you, I think we should continue with the wedding plans," he said giving her a stare down since she was a head shorter than him, the top of her head barely brushed his chin.
"But Sire you are my Uncle." She said gently.
"True but only by Marriage. My Father Married your Father's Mother when we were children, even though your father and I were raised as Brothers we aren't blood-related, and the French and English have a long history so we need to keep it going. You were intended to Marry an Agreste anyway so we will just have to deal with what we have been given. You will live with me in my palace until you are of age then we will Marry and you will give me more sons for the throne of France." He said talking down to the girl before he gently ushered her into his carriage along with his men gently but firmly pushed her ladies in as well.
The girls didn't fight since they were only Ladies and the act of fighting against a King is Treason and worthy of death, so they could nothing as the carriage was locked with them inside, the King mounted his white stallion and they headed off towards the French Palace as Marinette held her royal dignity but silently cried in despair and her ladies-in-waiting sat next to her and shuttered with silent tears and held her hands as the ride felt like the end.