Thank you so muich to my lovely reviewers! Your positive responses really helps me write! Here's something to tide you over until I get the next chapter rolling.
Allan POV
She tormented him. When he made the decision to switch sides, it had been her face that he had seen in his dreams, glaring at him accusingly.
Her voice was always in his head. That beautiful voice. Scolding him, telling him how wrong he was for what he had done to her, to them all.
He woke up from nightmares, and paced around the castle for hours, half expecting her to jump out of every darkened corner and slit his throat. He deserved no better.
But he always hoped one night, he would find her there, and she would tell him that it was ok, and that she forgave him, and that she would stay with him.
And then in the morning, he would wake up to Gisbourne and the Sheriff. Not quite the same thing.
He would never admit it to anyone, but some nights, lying alone in his bed, he would cry as he thought about the gang, about Will, about Djaq.
How he had betrayed the only family he'd had since his brother had died.
If he stayed in the castle, there was a chance once Prince John took power, that he would get a title and lands, but an equal chance that he'd be cast out into the streets again, alone.
If he had stayed with Robin, he would have had his friends no matter what the outcome.
Oh what a difference a piece of gold makes.