Disclaimer: I do not own BBC Robin Hood, just my original character Daisy.

DAISY

It was a quiet day in the forest. The group had been running on a series of highs and close escapes. Of course that should mean that a fall out was soon to happen. Not even Robin Hood's men could be immune to being captured. Still, it was a fine life to lead. Daisy enjoyed the path her life had taken and enjoyed living with the freedom she had. It made for an interesting life, a better life and a life without constraint.

Robin had gone off somewhere by himself. Daisy could assure herself that he hadn't gone to meet Marion but then she'd be lying to herself. Despite the feelings she had for him, she knew that she wasn't his first choice. Despite what Djac had said, she wasn't even sure if he felt anything for her. She didn't particularly feel that she was anything special but she would value the time she spent with Robin regardless of her feelings for him.

She was sitting under a canopy of leaves, the skirt of her dress spread out around her like a halo. She sighed in contentment, her hands playing with each other upon her lap. Much stood before her. He had appeared quite suddenly; he must have walked up while he'd been lost in thought.

He was wringing his hands nervously in front of himself. Daisy cocked her head to the side as this was unusual Much behaviour.

"What's wrong?"

He gulped, clearly her words had made him more nervous and not less.

"I overheard something I thought you'd want to know."

"Well what was it?"

"Your, your parents were more involved in politics than you knew."

"Meaning?"

"Your parents were high ranking confident of King Richard and enjoyed many a night in the Castle when he was still in England."

"Much I already knew my parents were close to Kind Richard, please tell me something I don't know and tell me fast because I'm beginning to lose my patience."

Much gulped and wrung his hands together. Whatever he had to tell Daisy about was clearly weighing heavily on his shoulders.

"Though your Mother's death was a natural occurrence, your Father's was not."

"What are you implying Much?"

"Princejohnmurderedyourfather…"

"I'm sorry Much you spoke too quickly. I know you're nervous but could you please slow down."

"Prince John murdered your Father because of his connection to King John. He had hoped the Sheriff of Nottingham would convince you to stay at the Castle and then he would dispose of you when he had the chance. You are what he believes to be the last of King Richard's influential supporters and he would do anything to make sure you reach your end."

Daisy gulped but suddenly all the moisture in her throat had run dry. Of course she'd wondered about the circumstances that led to her Father's death but had never pondered them too far. She'd already been in mourning for her Mother and adding her Father's death to that had pushed her over the edge. She'd been far too grateful at the time that her Uncle was willing to take her in that she never paused to wonder about her Father's sudden death.

She knew that Much wasn't one to lie about something like this and knew that he was telling the truth. It had obviously weighed heavily on his poor soul and she could see the relief he felt in finally being able to tell her. She didn't ask how he came to know this information because it didn't really matter to her. The deed had been done and though there was no way to bring her Father back at least she knew the real reason for his departure.

She didn't want to flee the scene for fear that Much would follow to make sure she didn't do anything drastic. So she opted for wandering around the forest near to where their camp was. She just needed to be alone with her thoughts. She needed to have a good cry and then remember who she was and who she wanted to be.

She was actually afforded with much time alone before someone bumped into her as she walked her solidary walk through the trees. She was about to reprimand Much for not looking where he was going before realising that the toned arms that now held her weren't Much's but Robin's.

"What are you doing out here alone?" he asked.

"I needed to think, Much told me some news."

"About King Richard?"

Daisy looked puzzled, "no, about my parents."

"What about them?"

"Prince John murdered my Father," said Daisy venomously, "what news of King Richard?"

"He's coming home. The war in the Holy Land is finished and soon England will have its rightful King upon the throne once more."

"That is excellent news."

"I wish I had something better to tell you in the wake of your unpleasant news."

"It is unimportant in the grand scheme of things. My Father is dead. I cannot bring him back but at least I now know what happened to him. I can put him to rest now."

Daisy and Robin stared intently into each other's eyes. No words passed between the two of them but they eye did enough talking. Daisy had never thought she'd see what she felt reflected in Robin's eyes. She'd never once thought that her feelings would be returned as standing next to the beauty of Marion she had felt like an ugly duckling. She'd been content in loving Robin from afar and had never thought that they would be together.

Time slowed when Robin leaned towards her, his hands tightened on her arms but just slightly and not painfully. Daisy had never imagined her first kiss with a man but this experience far surpassed any expectation she'd had. Robin's lips were warm, soft and determined to explore. Of course she let him for she didn't want this experience to end.

Her mind, that never stopped of course wondered 'what does this mean for us'.