A/N – I re-watched Season 2; Robin and Marian, oh, I love them.
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The first time he appeared outside her window, she refused to let him.
She was a young beauty of thirteen, he a charming boy of sixteen, and honestly, she was just terrified of being alone with him. They knew they were to marry since they were old enough to exchange high-fives after a well played prank, i.e. four and seven, so it wasn't like she was scared because she didn't know him, for heaven sakes, he was her very best friend. She was scared because she'd heard of the stories surrounding him and the young maids in the stables. How when they came back, the girls would be blushing crimson and he, the great heir of Locksley, would leave them with a wink before running off with Much.
After she said no to him the first time, he left her alone for two weeks before he came asking again. And he got a firm no, again, plus a slamming of her shutters. He stayed outside for a few moments, trying to seduce her into opening the shutters with sweet words.
The third time he came around was a mere three days later. This time he threw a rose through the window, (instead of a damn rock like he did last time, she's still got the bruise), and yes, it was rather dramatic but terribly romantic, like you'd expect.
So, when it soared through her window, she picked it up carefully and lifted it to her nose to inhale the sweet scent before walking towards the window and leaning out of it to see him grinning up at her. She tried to conjure up a haunting expression to grace her attractive features, and then asked as rudely as she could, hey, got to keep up appearances, "What do you want, Robin?"
And the Lord of Locksley, being his cheeky self and all, replied with a grin that could melt all the hearts in Nottingham, "Well, to see little beautiful you, of course, Marian."
She fought off a smile, and asked, "Why do you keep coming to see me by window, Locksley?"
"Well, Knighton, I could use the door, but where's the fun in that?"
A lovestruck Romeo, sings the streets of serenade.
