The gang set sail for home the next day. Robin and Marian savored every second of the journey knowing once they reached Nottingham they would have to part with no idea when they would be able to be together again.

Once they arrived in England they quickly made their way to the abbey where Marian would stay. Friar Tuck was a portly but kind man in his early forties. They had both taken an immediate liking to him.

Robin had helped Marian get settled and was now sitting on the bed in her chambers holding her close. He was running his hand through her hair while she had her head on his chest listening to the comforting sound of his heartbeat. Both of them ached at the thought of being separated again.

"I wish I didn't have to leave you."

Marian decided not to comment on how it was his idea to begin with. "I know. I will hate having to be apart but it's for the best. We will be together soon." She pulled back smiling at him. "That is if you don't get yourself killed, Robin of Locksley."

"I won't. I have too much to look forward to." He looked at her for long moments trying to take everything in to hold him over in the months to come. Finally reluctantly he stood up. "I need to go."

Marian walked him to the door. He caressed her cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too."

He gave a long tender kiss trying to convey without words just how precious she was to him.

When they broke apart Marian gave him a slight shove. "Go on. Save England for us."