Disclaimer: I do not own Robin Hood BBC
A/N: Thank you very much for the handful of reviews. Don't worry there is a lot going on with my imagination and there is even a sequel in the works. I'm sorry if I have upset any 'Guy-haters' for a better term but I am a big fan of the character and have been for a few years now.
There was so much to do and nowhere near the kind of quality that Sir Guy wanted for his bride. The flowers were never fresh enough and there was no satin or fur for the gown to be made from. It was a disaster as far as Sir Guy was concerned but the former Duchess saw the positive side of things; the fact that she was marrying the man she loved and there was no one to tell her what colour she would be having made her feel blessed and lucky.
"You can't get married with wild flowers as your bouquet," ordered Sir Guy.
Rose chuckled slightly.
"And what do you know about flowers my lord? Some of them are quite pretty and have been used in other weddings that I have attended," she replied.
"No wife of mine will look back on her wedding day with regret!" he snapped.
"Why would I? I am marrying the man I love," she argued.
Sir Guy grumbled and gave her a stare that told her that it wasn't what he meant. His guards that stood at the door struggled not to smirk as his fiancée wrapped her arms around his neck from behind him and kissed him.
"It will be perfect as long as we both turn up and say our vows. Besides you still have that chain I gave you. You're the Prince that never made it to the palace as far as I am concerned," she whispered.
Sir Guy smirked at her comforting words. Who would have thought it? He had the perfect woman in more ways than one and most of his troubles had been eased by her. However the night terrors still have him some troubles and it worried him that it would interfere with his marital rights.
"There are several things wrong with how you perceive me," informed Sir Guy.
Rose smiled warmly at him and sat on his knee like it was her own chair much to his surprise. It never ceased to surprise him how forward she was with her affection towards him.
"Guy, you had me from the moment you bowed as the Sheriff did nothing but stare and stammer at my arrival in these parts. As a Duchess I sat through many gatherings at the palace and other grand houses as one Duke, Arch Duke or whatever waltzed me around a room once and took me back to my seat. None of them interested me and I refused to become of interest to them; my dear father begged me to make the effort but he never did get to see me married. He did however tell me that my heart was the key to finding the one; if I think he's the one then I am probably right," explained Rose.
Sir Guy looked at her thoughtfully.
"You think your father would have approved this marriage?" he asked.
Rose smiled warmly.
"My father loved me; he'd have seen me happy. Richard on the other hand might be a little more hard to convince," she added.
Sir Guy stood up quite quickly.
"What are you saying?" he asked.
"I mean that I will have my work cut out for me should Richard return. The most we can hope for is exile," explained Rose.
Sir Guy folded his arms and gave her a stern look.
"And where do you suggest we go?" he asked.
"France," replied Rose.
Sir Guy raised an eyebrow at her. He had no idea what possessed her to reply so quickly and so easily as though it were the most obvious thing in the world to her.
"Oh really?" he asked.
"You are French are you not? It seems a logical move to make if we had to of course. Unless you'd prefer Spain or Germany? I am fluent in all three languages," replied Rose.
Sir Guy chuckled darkly as a woman approached the door and knocked quite nervously.
"I'm here to fit your wedding dress my lady," she informed, timidly.
Rose smiled at the woman and linked arms with her as though she had known her for many years. She talked to her in an excited tone as Sir Guy shook his head with fondness.
"I have been waiting for you all day; don't be nervous I'm sure we can work something out between us," added Rose.
The seamstress was put at ease and fed well as she worked with Rose on the dress and colours. The material was a little more course than she was used to but the workmanship was perfect and it was probably the finest thing that she had ever made. It was white with yellow lining and fore-sleeves; there was even a beautiful white veil with a lovely hair pin to fix it in place.
"I'm sorry I don't have anything more fancy," explained Mary.
"I am a Lady of Locksley now Mary; I will wear what is made in Locksley. I renounced my royalty and I meant it; I love the Lord of Locksley and I hope in time the people of Locksley will learn to love me back," added Rose.
Mary the seamstress looked uncomfortable as she pinned the dress on the future lady of Locksley and Rose noticed and gave her a questioning look.
"If I may? The people of Locksley have no issue with you as nobility or that kind of thing; it is your choice of husband that worries them. Sir Guy hasn't always been as fair but firm with us as he has been since you arrived in Nottingham. He was…" she began.
Mary went silent as she decided to be careful about what she said about the Lord of Locksley infront of his future wife. There were rumours that Prince John was still using the former Duchess to keep order in Locksley and Nottingham.
Rose sat down and politely gestured for Mary to join her for a glass of water and some fruit. Her new dress was hung on the door and she was back in her rather plain but clean and well pressed clothes.
"I know the man I'm about to marry isn't known for his patience; but I really believe that love, my love can maybe soften his demeanour a little and who knows what any youngsters might do. You know the bachelor Sir Guy might have been hard on you but perhaps a married man might understand the people more," she explained, kindly.
Sir Guy did his best to look presentable on the morning of his wedding. He owed his new wife so much that he only wished that he could make his soul as clean as the rest of him. He was dooming her to a life of fitful nights and fevers but he wasn't completely reformed as he was too selfish to ask Rose to reconsider because of it. He needed her in his life, as his wife and by his side for the rest of his days.
That day Sir Guy wore a white shirt and black jacket under his black and silver chain. He was leaving Locksley on horseback when an arrow blocked his path and a hooded figure walked towards him. Sir Guy sighed in disbelief as he dismounted his steed and drew his sword.
"Not now Hood!" he snapped.
"That was a warning and a blessing Gisborne; I'm not here to stop you or to kill you. Rose is good for Locksley and I hate to admit it but she is good for you too. She'll make you a better man and in some ways I think she already has. That is no ordinary woman you are marrying; she is still England if anything happens to the men of the royal family by blood. She also is in possession of two life debts of mine that I intend to repay one day. You don't deserve her but she doesn't seem to realize that; you'll treat her well Gisborne or next time it will be in your head," threatened Robin.
He walked away from the direction he came and Sir Guy sheathed his sword and continued on his way to Nottingham. Hood had told him nothing that he wasn't already aware of; most of what he had said was the reason that he was marrying her.