Wow, this month went by so fast!! I can't believe we are approaching November already!! omg! I wanna be a romance author, so I'm kinda fluffy.
Disclaimer: Yep, I do not own Robin Hood or Beauty and the Beast.
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"What the," Gisbone reacted quickly as his arms came to wrap around her before she fell to the ground. Her golden eyes rolled back as she collapsed causing some damp red curls to
cascade down the top of his arms. She was soaking wet from the rain outside. He looked down in fear that she would awaken and run away. No one had entered Gervase Hall since
he had taken it from its previous owner, who had died in the Holy Land a. The only person to have stayed was the cook and housekeeper who promised to make his life a living Hell.
As if it wasn't already. She never really kept true to her promise though. For some reason, she said that she had seen the light. What she meant by it, he would probably never
completely understand. But now he had a woman in his arms. A hurt woman in his arms and she had come to him for help.
Gisbone couldn't understand why. But he never really understood much ever. He held her close, causing his own black and crinkled garmets to become wet. But as he gazed
upon he couldn't help but realize that she looked like an angel. She had pale skin with thick red hair. Even wet he could tell that she was a beauty. She wasn't a beauty like Marian, but
that didn't matter. He shook his head shaking the thoughts away and slowly wrapped his arms around her waist, but as he slightly tugged around her, a cry fell from her lips. The sound
made him quickly release and she once again almost hit the ground, but he caught her again. This time he took her under the arms and gently lifted her until she lay across his broad
chest. He placed his other arm under her bottom and turned until his back was up against the door. Unconsiously, she nuzzled her head against his shoulders as her full lips slightly
parted. Gisbone closed his eyes letting himself enjoy the feel of her, but only a moment as he turns toward the stares the shocked look of the housekeeper and cook ran straight
through him. "Me God, you have a, is that a, what is a?"
"My questions are all the same, Mrs. Dallas." Gisbone muttered to the gaping woman. Mrs. Dallas was a cold looking woman on the outside. She hid her kind side very well.
The first day that they had met she said, "I'm not giving you the easy way out of the mess ye have created. You wont die on my watch, but until you do die, I will make your life Hell on
Earth. That, I can promise." He was in a drunken stage when she had told him that, so he had laughed. But she had kept true to her promise. She ended up having to burn all the
liquor in the house and was always nagging him about something. For some unknown reason, she had ended up making his life almost more peaceful. Almost.
"Why is the poor lass here?"
"I'm not sure," He answered as he turned up to walk up the stairs of the large manor. She looked at the girl and then back at him and caught his blue eyed gaze.
"Do I need to call the doctor?" Mrs. Dallas trailed behind him.
"No, I believe that I can take care of her." He stopped at the foot of the stairs and turned toward her, his forehead crinkled in thought. "But you may have to get her out of these soaking
garments and into something dry."
"But I don't believe that we have anything for a young lady, Lord Gisbone."
"Anything would be fine. Just something dry." Gisbone started heading up the stairs. "Tell me when you are done and I will examine her for any injuries."
"Do you know what happened to her?"
"Mrs. Dallas, it is a storming night and I had to catch her before she fell in an unconsious heap at my boots. Right now, I know about as much information as you. And therefore,
I can not answer any of your questions anymore then you can answer any of mine. Please find her something to wear. That is all I ask."
Mrs. Dallas huffed as she turned mumbling under her breath, "That's all I ask. That's never all you ask,"
Gisbone sighed as he could feel the warm breath from the woman's mouth brush against his neck, feeling like a lover's whisper. And all he could think of was how many times that he
had wished that that whisper had belonged to Marian. And now how he couldn't stop as a wave of emotional warmth ran over him because of this no name woman. And he prayed to
God, if there even was a God, that this poor woman be saved before he ruined her like he almost ruined Marian.
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Please R&R! And don't get dirty thoughts (I know that there was someone out there who did) This has to do completely with the psyche. Pleezz continue reading!
