Disclaimer: I do not own BBC Robin Hood, only Daisy my original character and anything else you do not recognise.

AN: Decided to post this chapter early seeing as I had it done. It just makes me more determined to finish the next chapter so it can be posted on Saturday ~ Hannah

SIR GUY

Guy was having a bad day. Technically every day was a bad day living in the Sheriff's shadow. Guy had wanted so much more from his life. Unfortunately, someone had always stood in his way. Hood represented everything Guy hated. Hood had always succeeded where Guy failed, always got what Guy wanted and was always painted as the hero while Guy had been cast in the role of villain. Guy had been determined to make something of his life, he had fought and killed to get where he was now and it still wasn't enough.

Why had God dealt him such an unhappy hand in life? He wanted to be feared, be powerful and rich. Most of all he wanted the love of Marion. She was the perfect woman and the only one out there for him. Why did she reject his advances so? Surely she saw what a perfect partnership they'd make. Surely she realised that Guy was her best prospect in life. Surely she could see that under his tough exterior there was a sensitive man waiting to be loved?

Guy cursed himself and cursed the whore who hadn't been able to distract his thoughts away from Marion. Throwing the whore from his room, he realised morning had broken and he needed to get up. Guy had a plan to serve the Sheriff until there was an opportunity to kill him. He knew that Prince John was getting tired of the Sheriff's failings, so there was a chance for Guy to prove himself.

The Sheriff was furious – he was usually furious – but this was another level. Daisy the cousin that had appeared out of the blue had disappeared. Guy felt his own anger rise. He had been counting on Daisy to manipulate Marion into loving him. He wanted Marion's love yes, but he wasn't beyond using ulterior moves to get it. He would have Marion as his bride one way or another.

He had thought to use Daisy to make Marion jealous. Daisy – despite what he said in public – wasn't bad looking. She could pass as 'almost pleasing'. She definitely wasn't the same social level as him, but he thought if he could use her, he could at least past the time for an hour or two.

"That wrench! Who does she think she is?! That she dares run from Nottingham, if Prince John finds out we lost her…Gisbourne we must find her."

Gisbourne frowned, though the Sheriff would disagree, Gisbourne wasn't a stupid man. He realised in that moment that Daisy was far more important than the Sheriff had ever let on before. He was hiding something, Guy reasoned and when the Sheriff hid something, bad things tended to happen.

"Find her Gisbourne, I want her alive when I see her. Take as many guards are you need. She must be punished."

"Who is she?"

"It doesn't matter, nothing matters unless she is returned to the dungeons of Nottingham!"

Not wishing to stay for a moment longer in the presence of the Sheriff who now spitting as he talked, Guy left. Having no idea where the woman would have run off too, he held off on rallying the guards. He needed to work out what had happened and form a plan of attack.

A smirk graced his features and he ran a hand through his long hair. This meant he'd have to visit Marion. Surely she'd know where her cousin had disappeared to. He sent out a messenger, he required her presence at his Manor. No use visiting her at her Father's home, he didn't want the other man interfering.

He had guards posted around the outside of his house, he wasn't past thinking that Hood would try to interfere. He'd be a fool not to notice that Hood shared his feelings for Marion.

She came, that haughty look upon her face and her gown sweeping across the floor in a tantalizing manner. Guy wished that she wasn't aware of her own beauty, insecure women was easier to manipulate. Perhaps that was why Guy liked her, she was a challenge and something he had to work for.

"The Sheriff has heard that your cousin has disappeared. You wouldn't happen to know of her whereabouts."

Marion frowned, the expression looked unpleasant on her face. He noticed how stiff her body became and how she turned away from him, almost in annoyance.

"Why would I know where she has gallivanted off too?"

Guy couldn't tell Marion was annoyed that they were talking about Daisy. Perhaps she felt threatened by her cousin or perhaps her cousin had done something to make Marion fear her.

"She is your cousin Marion. She has been living in your house for months. Surely you talk to her? Surely she must have given you some indication of where she had gone?"

"Just because we are related does not mean we share each secret. Before she arrived it had been years since I last lay eyes on her. We are both different people. I don't know where she would have gone to but she was injured when she left. Perhaps she has fallen to the ground and stayed down. Why is it so important to you?"

"The Sheriff has given an order for her capture. She is to be found and bought back to Nottingham dungeons alive."

"Why?"

"It matters not. These words are unpleasant enough as it is. I can see you are troubled by them so let us talk of other things."

Guy crossed the room, his frame dominates the room and caused Marion to shrink before him. It shouldn't have pleased him, watching her cower before him but it did. It showed that she knew who held the power in this little confrontation. He felt his chest burst with confidence, perhaps he could use this to his advantage after all.

He pulled out the ring he'd been carrying for some time. It was fit to grace the finger of Maid Marion. As he was planning out their future in his head, he missed the look of misery pass across Marion's face, or the way her face lost all colour. This was meant to be he could just feel it.

"Marion, our love has been challenged many times over and both your Father and the Sheriff have granted this union. It is time to stop avoiding what is meant to be. Become my wife Marion, spend the rest of your days loving me as I love you."

Lost in the haze of his love for her, Guy was viewing the world through rose tinted glasses. He saw only joy and love in Marion's eyes, when in reality there was only fear and hate there. He fully expected her answer to be yes, in his mind there was no other answer. Why would there be when he had so much to offer her. He was the better match; Hood would not win this round.

"I appreciate the offer Sir Guy but I cannot accept your proposal."

White noise filled his ears. He had misheard surely. Advancing upon her person, he backed her up against the wall. His muscles were tense with anger and betrayal.

"I think I must have water in my ears for you cannot have said what I think you did."

"I am sorry Sir Guy but my answer has not changed. I cannot marry you."

He slammed his hands against the wall on either side of her head. A small part of his mind was victorious when she cowered in fear.

"You misunderstand me Marion," he spat as anger overtook every fibre of his body. "Whether you consent or not is irrelevant. I gave you the option to choose the easy path but make no mistake, you will be my wife."

"I will not!"

He grabbed the tops of her arms forcibly and squeezed them tightly. It was like a monster had taken over his body. The darker part of his conscious had reared its ugly head. This was the part of himself that he tried to hide from others. No use in that now.

"You are mine Marion. I have chosen you and I do not give up that which I have chosen. Your Father has agreed our match. The Sheriff demands our marriage and I will take nothing less than what I deserve."

"I will never be yours."

He hadn't meant to hurt her. Hadn't meant to resort to violence. It was like Marion had disappeared and in her place a vicious enemy had appeared. His killer instinct had been pushed forth and he cared little for the person he now held captive in his hands. He didn't even remember hitting her and long after she ran from his home, he stood unseeing as the anger raged on.

When he was finally calm enough to realise what had happened, he couldn't find it in himself to feel a shred of remorse. She deserved his anger. She needed to learn her place, to be deserving of being his bride. With or without her consent, he was going to make her his bride, of that he was certain.

He could only curse himself when he remembered the Sheriff's order of the day. Having gotten no information out of Marion he was clutching at straws in terms of what to do next. Dragging his body back to Nottingham, he locked away the thoughts of the afternoon and began planning how to find and capture Daisy.