Chapter three

His heart pounded in his ears as he reached the top of hill. Whatever words that were spoken between them were forgiven and forgotten. His master needed him and that was enough. Robin was out there somewhere watching the love of his life, walk out of it, his heart was breaking and Lord knows, he can relate.

If he thought the beating of his heart couldn't get any faster, the sight of the King on horseback proved otherwise. He felt dizzy as he reached the riders. However his cries of joy were cut off and his heart stopped beating as he recognised the 'King' as an impostor. He barely felt his body hitting the ground when he was shoved out of the way. He felt numb.

After his initial shock wore off, and his heart return to its faster-than-normal beating, two thoughts entered his mind, the wedding and the trap, both pulling him in a different direction. He stood still his body jerking from left to right as one thought momentarily overpowered the other.

He placed his hands on his knees, scrunched his eyes up and took a breath to calm his heart, hoping some inch of him had some form of leadership, hoping a Robin-like voice would call out some order to make him decide what to do.

And that is when another thought hit him.

"Eve"

He could barely get the words out of his mouth, his throat was closing up and it was getting harder and harder to breath. This usually was the same symptoms his possess when thinking about Eve but this, this was different. His blood ran cold and his heart finally settled on a setting; breaking

He knew it was too good to be true, that his happily ever after was just within reach and that he and Eve could just ride off into the sunset. Anger surged through him at the injustice of it all.

"Is this the price I pay for doing the right thing?!" he asked the heavens, the only reply was a gentle breeze stinging his wet eyes. His thoughts then turned to his master and he finally understood the way he must feel at this precise moment.

Much raised his tear-filled eyes to the horizon, to Locksley hall. He may be dying from the pain of a broken heart but he'd be damned if he'd let another feel the same way, especially if it was in his power to stop it.

So he took off again, feet focusing on reaching the church while his mind and heart focused on Eve. His hands reached out and grabbed the rope of the bells, swinging wildly, releasing some anger and frustration out on said bells, he let one thought soften the ringing in his ears and the pain in the backside from being thrown out of the church and particularly the blow to the heart after seeing Robin and Marion kiss for the first time in nearly five years. He placed a hand over his heart, now dully throbbing and whispered into the winds, hoping it would carry to wherever she was,

"Soon Eve…soon"