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Blurb: Short missing scene. Takes place after the season 1 finale - aka wedding disaster. Teen rating.
Sir Guy of Gisborn stood silently in the middle of his bedchamber, his eyes fixed on the sumptuously appointed bed. He should be in that bed now. Marian should be in it with him. This was to have been his wedding night, but, alas, his bride had deserted him.
As soon as the wedding date had been decided upon, Guy had appointed himself to the task of making his chamber, particularly his bed, a place in which a refined, worthy young lady might feel at ease. He had purchased a fine new feather mattress and pillows, as well as new linen bedclothes died a deep eggplant hue he thought would set off Marian's lovely alabaster skin beautifully. On top of the linen bedclothes was a matching blanket of the finest, softest wool available, as well as several new furs in shades of grey and white. Curtains of gauzy yellow silk fell gracefully around the bed, fluttering softly in the gentle breeze from the open window.
Giving in to exhaustion and despair, Guy woodenly removed his wedding garments and drew back the bedclothes, ready to throw himself into the warm comfort of the bed and sink into the blessed numbness of sleep. Before getting in, he removed the extra length of cloth he had had placed over the mattress for the purpose of catching his bride's maiden blood. He held the useless piece of material to his aching chest for several moments before flinging it into a remote corner of the room.
Guy sank heavily into the softness of the bed and pulled the curtains closed around him. He had hoped those curtains would have offered Marian a measure of privacy so that she would feel comfortable being unclothed in their bed. They were just thick enough to shield the bed's occupants from the eyes of the servants, yet still thin enough to allow some light to pass through so that Guy could have admired his new wife's delicate beauty as he made love to her again and again. It wasn't to be, however. Guy was alone in this sumptuously appointed bed, and, he feared, he always would be.