I'm so sorry its taking me so long to get these chapters out. It's almost been a month. I can't believe it myself.
Disclaimer: I think I should start writing one shots so I would only have to write one disclaimer. Oh well. Anyways, I don't own RH or BatB.
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"Well, then where is she?" Gibson asked as he stood in front of the alter awaiting his love, Marian to come. The servant boy stumbled, "She, uh, she left you this." His fingers trembled as he handed him the note. Gibson grabbed it, but with hesitant. He knew what it was going to say. It was unavoidable. Gibson looked at the boy who couldn't have been more then fourteen and felt him shudder under his gaze.
He ripped the paper off to get a better look at the message. It was in Marian's flowing handwriting.
Lord Gisborne-
I am sorry, but I can not wed one that repulses me and that I know that I can never love. So, I have left. Don't look for me.
Marian
He read it over once more and he slowly crumbled it into his hands. The messenger boy started to shake under Gisborne's cold and hard blue gaze. "Sir," the boy's voice was in the process of changing and was stuttered.
He looked down at the boy and then around the room to the full chapel. A room full of his peers and leaders. They were all mocking him. Gisborne looked back at the boy. "Leave." The messenger didn't hesitate and turned immediately and almost ran down the aisle. Some of the audience's heads turned to follow the boy, but most stared at him, waiting for his next move.
He couldn't speak. He felt as if he couldn't move. All he was able to do was scan the room. He noticed the Sheriff of Nottingham sitting in his chair. His arms were crossed over his elaborate dress shirt and he was drumming his arms, his foot tapping. His gaze locked with the Sheriff and then, losing all patience, the Sheriff stood straight up. "Gisborne, what is going on?"
"There is no wedding." The words were uttered and he left, walking down the aisle at a steady pace. Everyone followed his progress; he could tell by the way the pews squeaked in progress. "Gisborne, Gisborne! Answer me!" The Sheriff's voice echoed through the church and just echoed from behind him as he left through the open door. And that was the last time Gisborne let himself feel. That was the last time that he let himself even think about the idea of happiness.
Gisborne jerked awake and realized that he had fallen asleep in the chair next to the bed that his mystery women had fallen asleep in. The woman was still unconscious, but now he was able to see that her bright red hair was a mane of curls that extended all the way down her back. She had been changed into one of his shirts since he did not have any female garments in the manor. She looked like a fallen angel. That is an angel that fell into the devil's lair.
He hadn't realized that he had fallen asleep and knew that he needed a drink before he could examine her for any broken bones and any other injuries. He needed a drink before he could continue. He needed some brandy. He needed the hot liquid burning down his throat. He stood up and went to go looking for a glass. Gisborne stopped and remembered that it had been a long time since there had been liquor in the manor. Mrs. Dallas still didn't trust him with any kind of alcohol yet. For good reason. After Marian left him, he had become an alcoholic. It had been close to a year that he had gone without a drink, but he felt the need to drink more than ever now, now that he had to touch this innocent woman. He sighed and he leaned against the doorway, when he heard the sound of a soft moan. He whipped around quickly to see that the woman's eyes were opening slowly revealing to him that her eyes were the color of pure gold. A shocking color that he had never seen as an eye color. A
And then it hit him that this was going to be trouble. She was going to be trouble. She was already playing havoc on something that he had thought turned cold years ago.
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Sorry again this has taken so long. School you know. Hope you enjoy. Please R&R!
