Its been a month since ive written this story....omg thats way too long isnt it??? have you alll missed me?? or forgotten about me?? ill understand if you do but i want you to know i havent forgotten about you...my lovely readers and reviewers...it was school and the fact that i wasnt inspired but then i saw the last episode of the second season for the third time and i realized why i was writing this...we write to change things or explore the unknown...so please explore this story...and tell me if it is deemed worththy read review and enjoy...

Chapter Three: Newly Weds

It had taken four weeks. Four long, strenuous weeks until Guy and Marian had reached the destination they set out for. It was across the seas, in Northern France. The sea journey had not been kind to Marian. She spent each day at the side of the ship vomiting up her queasy, murky insides. Each night was also spent the same way, and for that she was quite thankful.

But now, sadly the journey was at and end. Guy and Marian rode up to a manor hidden by thick leafy trees. "I knew how much you loved the green forests of Sherwood," he whispered to her as he got off the horse.

Marian chanced a smile at him. "Thank you." Her reply was stiff but Guy took no notice as he held out his hand to her to step down.

She hesitantly took his hand in her own and lightly dropped down from the horse into his arms. Marian swallowed and tried to back away from him. But he only pulled her closer in to his body and smiled. "I have waited for this moment for many years my love."

Marian closed her eyes trying to pretend that the arms around her belonged to her rugged hero of the forests of England. But she found her imagination was not strong enough to convince her that Guy was Robin. For starters, Guy held her tightly to his body as if he was afraid that she would slip away. Secondly, he felt different in her arms than her own true love did. Thirdly, and this was the definitive one, Guy was not Robin.

What have I done? She internally moaned.

Guy at last released her and put an arm around her waist. Together they walked to the manor. When they reached the door to the entrance, Guy let go of his arm around her waist and instead tried to pick her up.

He attempted to carry her across the threshold like any husband would for his bride. But she instinctively sprang from his arms and held her hands like fists in front of him. Marian was trying to use defensive tactics against her lawful husband.

Well, she reasoned looking up into his greedy eyes, if it works. If he keeps his hands off of you then go for it.

Guy, however, did not find her manner at all the way she had intended. Instead he laughed at her little fists and took her hands in his own. "I hope you won't be so timid tonight Marian," he said. Then he took her hand in his forcefully and opened the door to their new home.

The first thing Marian noticed about the house was its size. It was enormous. The furniture cluttering the home could have been sold to feed almost all of Nettlestone village. She bit her lip as another wave of Robin thoughts wafted through her consciousness.

Marian had had time in the voyage across the water to realize the impossibility of Robin ever coming to her rescue. Will had tried to tell her that he would come for her, but the likely hood of his arrive weakened with each passing day. She was resolved to love him for the rest of her life, however long it may be, but he would not come.

Robin, I love you.

"What do you think?" he asked quietly taking a cautious note in her silence.

A smile, thick with falseness, spread across his wife's face. "Guy I love it. It is so beautiful."

"It has been in my family for many years, I thought that maybe we could call it our own today." He spun around the foyer pointing out parts of his childhood to her eagerly. Sir Guy had never felt this happy in all of his life. He was sure of that. He was home, Marian was his, his own, he could not get over that.
Marian is finally mine.

Child like joy was suddenly, and fiercely replaced with man like lust and greed. He was clouded with need. So without introduction, warning, or hesitation he grabbed Marian and pulled her to the ground.

At least that's what he attempted to do.

Instead what happened was that as he pushed her to the ground she, as if she had anticipated his action, jumped away from his hands, and he fell to the ground with a thud. His fall seemed to shake the manor and made Marian tremble with fear.

Guy was able to recover himself and stand up. He brushed off invisible dust particles from his clothes and slowly walked to Marian. His index finger brushed her cheek tenderly. Then he put his hand on her face. "We will wait for tonight," he whispered. "Please forgive me, I was too rash my love."

She nodded and looked at the floor. She was filled with fiery anger and rage, which she was able to keep in a bottle and store away inside her heart. She knew, she realized, that she could not keep this up. Marian understood that she was defeated. She was married. Married! A priest had blessed them as man and wife. Although she had a few more hours of dwindling purity, that night, she would become Guy's wife through and through.

The thought of him made her cringe. She shivered again. The key was to think of something else. Anything else.

"Make me something to eat," said Guy breaking Marian's thoughts.

"What?" asked Marian startled.

"There's a kitchen over there," said Guy extending his index finger to Marian's right. "If we're not going to right now, we might as well eat."

Does he expect me to act as an obedient housewife?
"No." It was not intended to be a cold shout but that's what it felt like to Guy who sat on the receiving end of Marian's reply. Guy had never known anyone to refuse him of anything so bluntly. Part of him, a small part albeit, made him reconsider his command. It was wrong to order her around like a servant. But a darker, stronger, part of Guy screamed at him to remember that it was his legal right to order her around.

She is your wife. You can tell her whatever you want and she must do it.

Guy sighed deeply and walked up to Marian. He put his hands fiercely on her shoulders. "Marian, you are mine. You will do as I say and you will make us something for dinner."

"What exactly do you plan to do to me if I do not obey you?" she asked through the searing pain she felt in her shoulders.

Gisborne raised his eyebrow. A wicked smile passed over his face. "Do you want me to demonstrate?"

Marian looked up at Guy. She tried to search for any sign of goodness or kindness behind his pitch black eyes. Instead of goodness, she found an unquenchable lust. She saw frustration, and pain, and storms. With all the force she had in her arms she pushed Guy away from her and fled out of the room. Marian ran past the foyer and found a staircase on her left. She took the stairs two at a time, until she reached the top of the staircase.

Marian paused a minute to recover her breath. Then she took up her running again and found a small entryway. It led to a bedroom.

How ironic.

But the room had a strong door. She closed the door and sat against it. She did not hear Guy's voice nor his fists pounding at the door. Her breath came out more steadily and she sighed. From her position on the floor she could see the setting sun. The setting sun meant that night was approaching and night meant—

Tears streamed her eyes as she sat on the floor of her new home.

Robin, Robin I love you.

Her stomach ached to think of her love in England.

Then she heard a light knock on the door. "Marian?"

"Guy, please leave me alone," she moaned.

"Marian I wish to apologize to you."

She slowly stood up and opened the door for her husband. In walked Guy of Gisborne with a small bowl in his hands.

Marian looked at the bowl quizzically.

"I made you some soup," he explained setting the food beside her on the floor. "I realize that this is probably very difficult for you to deal with. A new land, a new home, a husband, it is quite a lot to handle. I'm sorry I was being an ass."

Marian quickly wiped away her tears and shook her head. "No, no, Guy really it's alright."

Guy bent down to Marian and touched her cheek. "You've been crying."

Marian once again shook her head. "No, I'm fine, honestly."

Guy kissed one of Marian's cheeks. Then he kissed another cheek. And then he kissed her lips. Marian realized where this was going. And this time, she did not believe that she'd be able to get herself out of the deal. She squeezed her eyes closed and wrapped her arms around Guy. Suddenly, in her mind's eye, Robin was there. Robin was kissing her tenderly with all the passion in his heart.

She smiled through the tears and kissed him back heartily. Meanwhile, Guy picked Marian up and carried her to the bed. For Marian, things were so far going according to her plan. Guy was easily turned into Robin. Things were going well…until he touched her.

Because it was not his touch itself, but it was the way in which he did so. It was forcefully and earnest. Marian had not expected that. Robin would never do that to her. She forced her eyes to open and realized that Guy was bruising her, and had been hurting other parts of her body.

She sighed. Salty tears startled to flow again.

Robin! Robin! I need you!

And with that she closed her eyes again. Guy continued to dive at her, and dive into her, but she willed herself not to refuse him. And when he caused her pain, a searing pain where she wanted to scream, she held it in her mouth. She bit down on her lip so hard that blood started to flow. Thus the two newly weds sunk into a loveless lovemaking.

sooo what do you think??? guy niceish badish...good measure i think....but i dont know...ROBIN WILL COME fyi but im not sure how or when or anything like that...hey maybe guy will suprise us and turn good...maybe hill make her happy but then again maybe he wont...he was soo forceful and so who knows??? i love you all do not forget that