Disclaimer: I do not own Robin Hood BBC
"Your marriage to that man never happened. I'm getting you out of those rags and back to London if it is the last thing I do!" ordered Prince John.
"Let me go! I'm not a Duchess anymore; I renounced that title to be with my husband. I will not refer to myself as royalty again. I made a vow…" began Rose.
"And you'll make another one in London; it seems the only way to protect you is to marry you and bed you myself!" snapped Prince John.
Rose struggled against the carriage and her cousin in order to escape to return to her husband, who had failed to gain support and was on his horse, by himself, trying to outride the royal carriage in order to get to his new bride.
"You'll get yourself killed!" argued Prince John.
"Rather that than a lifetime with you and away from Guy!" she cried.
The carriage door flew open and Rose won her struggle against Prince John but lost her balance and fell out of the carriage just as Sir Guy caught up and had to force himself from his own horse in order to stop his horse from crushing her. He had no idea that the outlaws had followed him and that Robin was on hand to see to the former Duchess, who was struggling to her feet with a deep cut on her head but only managing to crawl to the side.
Prince John snapped at his driver to leave the situation. As far as he was concerned he had no cousin and she certainly hadn't married beneath herself. He was done with her and couldn't care less what Richard thought when he found out about what had happened to her.
"We have to stop the bleeding!" ordered Robin.
Rose heard the rip of her dress. Little John was forced to hold back Sir Guy as he took instant offence to another man ripping his wife's dress on his wedding day but he stopped struggling when he saw that Robin was using the material to clean his wife's wounds.
"You have to get a physician to her as soon as possible!" added Robin.
Little John released Sir Guy, who hurried forward and picked up his bride gently but nearly exhausted his horse in getting her to Locksley and the help that she needed. Worrying about whether his wife would live another day was not how he wanted to spend his wedding night and he loved her too much to take advantage of her. There was a romantic part of the black knight that wanted Rose to enjoy her wedding night as much as he intended to; it wasn't unheard of for women to enjoy love making and he hoped that Rose was one of those women as it would make him a larger family if she did as far as he was concerned.
"If she dies so do you!" ordered Sir Guy, as he handed over his wife for medical care.
They knew he meant it. Once again the village lived in fear of Sir Guy and his temper; with no Rose to soothe and advise him. She remained conscious and attempted to ask for her husband in order to prove that she was quite well.
"Please go and get him; it doesn't even hurt that much," promised Rose.
"With respect I need to fix this before alerting Sir Guy and I work a lot better with less pressure if you understand me?"
Rose sighed in acceptance as Sir Guy paced up and down. Robin didn't expect gratitude from the man who took his home and killed his wife. If anything he was also concerned about Rose as England's only hope of a decent ruler. He stared into the campfire and the outlaws knew that he was planning something quite large for them.
"Locksley is safe as long as Rose is alive but if not the people will need us to step up and take care of them. Gisborne won't be able to handle the loss and he'll act out. That's why John and Alan need to stay here and you and me; we're going back to the Holy Land. Richard has to know what's been happening." Explained Robin to Much.
"Has it really come to that?" asked Alan.
"We can't let Prince John get away with nearly killing Rose," replied Robin.
Their boat set sale and Rose found the strength to get up and find her husband. She had a small bandage on her wound but when Sir Guy saw her enter the dining room of their home he stood up and looked at her as though she was perfect.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Lonely; I missed you," she replied.
Sir Guy stiffened for a moment as his wife walked up to him and put her arms around him. For a few hours it was as though he had lost her and yet despite everything she had been through she came to him once again, freely and as though she was on an automatic homing device to danger. Sir Guy ran his hand through her hair and put his arm around her to hold her close to him.
"Was the idea of going back to London so terrible that you almost killed yourself?" he asked, with a hint of anger.
Rose shook her head into his coat and he felt her answer.
"I didn't jump because of London; the palace itself is beautiful but John threatened to marry me and make our marriage, the sooner we go to bed the better," she replied.
Sir Guy smiled warmly down at his wife. It was something he longed to hear from her; despite how forward she had been with him she had never once mentioned sharing his bed or being with him intimately.
Hand in hand they went to the bed chamber. Sir Guy briefly glanced regrettably at her torn gown but he hardly noticed it when she slipped out of it and turned it into a pool of white and yellow. Rose noticed that he kept his eyes on the gown and she smiled at him.
"I was thinking of having a dress made in our house colours and pattern," she informed.
"My lady?" he asked.
"The colours are yours; the mark is yours and after tonight so am I. I stand before you as innocent as the day I was born and I made my vows," she replied.
Rose bravely walked towards him and began to unbutton his jacket and lifted his shirt over his head to reveal a well-built, muscular Lord that she had chosen to marry. However, she paused when she reached his trousers and belt but Sir Guy was rather enjoying being undressed and admired by his wife.
"Carry on my lady," he encouraged.
Sir Guy cupped her face with his hand and kissed her much deeper than when he had been asked to by the priest. She gasped with the force that she remembered from Nottingham that caused her to end up with her back against the Sheriff's table as Sir Guy briefly lost control. By this time she had already undone his belt and Sir Guy was eager to remove his trousers.
Sir Guy was no innocent when it came to women. He had had maidens before more than he could count but his wife, his royal-blood-lined wife was different. He had no intentions of hurting her during intercourse if he could help it; he was trying to keep his head on his shoulders as he lifted her into his arms and gently placed her on the bed.
He saw a hint of fear in Rose's eyes and knew exactly what she was thinking; he was large in comparison to her and it had only just occurred to her by how much. He couldn't rush things with her; he continued instead to kiss her and hope to catch her off-guard but he was surprised when it was she who made the first move.
Rose didn't need to ask if she was doing the right thing by touching him. He released a groan and tilted back his head with pleasure. It wasn't much to set Sir Guy back out of control. He pinned Rose's hands away from him and above her head. There was love in his passion and his dominance over his wife that she was beginning to understand as he finally took her as his own. Prince John would be unlikely to welcome his cousin back when he learned that she was completely married to Sir Guy verbally and physically.
"Did I hurt you?" asked Sir Guy, concern in his voice.
Rose snuggled naked next to him and shook her head.
"No Guy it doesn't hurt; it was uncomfortable at first but I've never been closer to anyone," she replied, kissing his cheek.
"I hope you never will. I hope you meant what you said to me before we made love; you are mine now," he claimed.
"As much as you are mine," added Rose.
"Don't go spreading that around; how I am in this room with you…" started Sir Guy.
"Goes no further than his room my lord," she added, wrapping her arms around him and leaning over him for a kiss.
"You kiss me a lot," he commented.
"You're a kissable man," added Rose.
'Kissable' was not a word that Sir Guy had come across as one of his qualities. Ruthless, heartless, mean, selfish, cruel and nasty were words that he was used to but Rose didn't seem to see any of that apart from the only time they fought when he had set fire to the forest. There was something about Rose and her affections that blocked out how the rest of the world saw him. If only he had found her before Marian or before she had broken his heart.
Sir Guy stopped kissing and pawing his wife. He was starting to become tired and began to settle down into the bed. Rose looked at him fondly and stroked black strands of his hair as he began to nod off before kissing him goodnight and falling asleep herself.
The other side of the bed was empty. Sir Guy was confused and began searching his home for his wife before wondering outside to find Rose, who was in the arms of his enemy Robin Hood. He should have known. How could he not? It was the perfect revenge for Hood to take what was his. Robin kissed Rose and then tossed her to one side before shooting three arrows into her body. He cried out and he vomited vigorously.
Rose woke up to the sound of Sir Guy's outburst and his sickness. She sat up as Sir Guy almost choked on his own vomit and gently rubbed his bare back that was dripping with sweat. He became aware of her touch and reached out his arm to grab her.
"Guy it's alright…" started Rose.
"Don't fuss," he ordered.
"I'm not fussing; I'm caring. I believe it is required from a wife when her husband is sick," she explained.
Rose did not send for a maid. She cleaned up the room and did her best to do the same to Sir Guy, who after two dodges and a royal-death-stare from his wife as she tried to bring down his obvious fever.
"We can do this the easy way or the hard way," she threatened.
"Really? What is the hard way?" asked Sir Guy, unthreatened.
"This bowl of water will go over your head or you can have it dabbed lightly on your forehead with a cloth. I didn't have this much fuss with you before we were married," added Rose.
"I didn't have you depending on me then; if I'm honest I thought you would change your mind the next day but you didn't. Damned if I can understand why," admitted Sir Guy.
Rose was finally permitted access to him. She wiped the cloth over his head a few times before feeling his forehead with the back of her hand.
"I love you Guy; as for the issue of dependence, I'd like to think we are equal in that department at least while we are here. I rely on you to keep me well and respected and you can always rely on me for keeping you well, loved and perhaps in time starting a family of our own. By the way, you haven't told me how many?" added Rose.
"How many?" asked Sir Guy.
Rose smiled to herself.
"How many children would you like me to provide?" she asked, clearly.
Sir Guy let out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sigh.
"However many you are willing to give me," he replied.
Rose grinned at him and kissed him repeatedly.
"I am willing to give you as many sons and daughters to secure your line as you wish; until I am no longer able," she added.
Sir Guy was close to finding happiness with Rose. A woman who loved him, kept his house and his bed warm seemed like it had come all too late for him. He was weary with nightmares and fevers. It was also taking its toll on his sweet wife, who struggled to keep up with the lessons she was giving the children on the village because she was so tired.