This morning I woke with happiness. I saw Robin after I wrote to you last night. I was very surprised when he rushed into my room in the middle of the night and even more surprised when he slid in next to me in my bed. A guard then entered and I look up still in shock. He uttered a short apology and then disappeared, leaving me and Robin alone in my room. I lifted the covers away from the left side of my bed to reveal Robins suggestive smile, the exact same one that would have melted my heart, if I was not in my nightgown. "So, this is you with your hair down?" He smirked, looking me up and down. Regarding the matter on the servant boy being killed, I was unaware. I told him about my chat with Joe and I was too unsettled about our chat to write then, so here it is now.
Joe and I were discussing the loss of his wife and the deaths of the killed messengers and washer woman, and I was talking of finding the killer, when he brought up Robin. I wished that he would have left the subject alone but it was one that he would not let go. He then guessed my feelings, stating that I love Robin. I felt so naked and ashamed. I could hardly deny it; it was like he admitted what I can't admit to myself. And now I know where my heart truly stands and this is unfortunate for all involved in the dangerous game we are playing. So when I found Robin in my room I was glad and rejoiced silently, when he spoke. I hurried him away fearing he would be caught. He just rolled his eyes and said "Don't be such a spoil sport Marian!" I then tried to keep on topic and told him of my new suspicions of De Fourtnoy and my evidence against him. Robin seemed to be more concerned over me, and kept looking me up and down cheekily.
Then he look became serious when I said "You think just because you want to change things, you can?" He just leaned in closer to me and said "It's hard to change the things you do not want to change." At this point we were so close to kissing I could feel the warmth of his breath on my lips; I tried to distract myself by expressing concern for his safety. He just shrugged off reason as usual and when I pressed at the matter further he conveyed how hurt he can really get. He said he feels hurt for the peasants and when innocent people are hurt. I mentioned my conversation with Joe and then I could not stop my lips from adding "You know there are still people who love you."Before we were interrupted by a guard. I shooed him away quickly and he started to leave when he came back and kissed me on the forehead claiming 'it was for my good work in investigations'. I am not sure the smile that followed was to do with happiness or the fact that he said it was for my investigations, when I know he has been trying to work up the courage to do that for at least five years. Today the Sheriff is to parade through the village and I must watch over then events about to unfold for I fear for the Sheriffs life and I have a suspect to go with a murder.