Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own Robin Hood or the BBC.
The woman who said this was rather plain, normal in appearance, but with a hook-shaped nose, and small eyes that were watching my every move. Her expression was both sour and somewhat in shock that anyone would do such a thing.
She rushed over to me and grabbed me by my wrist.
"I must report you to my master," She scolded angrily.
"Oy! Let me go! Let me go now!" I shouted, trying to pull myself away from her strong grip on my wrist. Sadly, I failed in trying to break myself from her grip.
Whoever this woman was, she was pulling me buy the wrist, out of the kitchen stores, and into her master's quarters. She rapped on the door thrice, and within the same moment, her master burst out of his bedchamber, apparently still wide awake.
"What's this? Do you know how late it is?" Her master questioned, furious by the tone of his voice.
"We've got ourselves a problem," raising my wrist, the woman stated. Her master stepped out of his bedchamber, and I was tossed onto the floor. "Caught this one stealing from the kitchen stores, my lord," I was close to tears, mainly for pity, but he still glared down at me, in fury of what he had not seen.
"Please, my lord, show some sympathy. I was starvin' y'see?" I cried, making myself sound close to tears, and I kept my head down so he wouldn't see my eyes. "I had to eat, my lord, or I would die." I explained, hoping that my act would work, but it probably wouldn't. "I had to steal in order to live. I've got no money or family, please, my lord, have some sympathy." Closer to tears than ever, I restrained myself from looking into his eyes.
"All right," her master started coolly. "Take her to the barn. That's where the selfish pig belongs." Selfish? A pig? Look who's talking, the bastard. I thought. He doesn't know what I've been through. He's the selfish pig here. Luckily, I was able to restrain myself from lunging at him and attacking. But no, attacking a noble would surely have me hanged.
"Yes, my lord," said the woman. She, once again, picked me up by the wrist, and dragged me several paces before her master continued:
"Tomorrow, we take her to Nottingham."
She nodded, and dragged me outside into the cold barn, later locking the door behind me. So I paced around the barn, realizing that my only way out was a second-story window, which I refused to use.
Eventually, I settled down in a corner, and said a prayer for my loved ones and my safety. I curled up into a ball, and cried myself to sleep, in fear of what would happen tomorrow in Nottingham.
That kind of ended on a sad note…R&R please!