Lady Nottingham's Secret: Book Two Chapter 79, a robin hood: prince of thieves fanfic

Sunday morning serenity. The rain was falling softly outside the window. The rhythmic sound it created was calming, if one stood still long enough to listen.

Nottingham wasn't paying much attention to it as he was heading out the door of the private chambers. He held his surcoat over his left arm. The vial of foxglove liquid was tucked safely into a pocket of his doublet. He grinned with anticipation as he strode the corridor. He was meeting his cousin in the Council Quarters. He had an idea of how to handle today's unpleasant task, and he trusted no one else to share the plan with. He needed Guy's help with a small part of it.

Everything was quiet, and very few staff were seen on his way to the meeting room. The soles of his shiny black leather boots clicked confidently upon the freshly polished tiles of the floor.

He asked the sentry outside of the Council Quarters to send for food trays and soft ale from the kitchen, then entered inside. He walked over to the window and gazed outside of it, into the courtyard. He stared at the rain, blurring the scenery into a pleasing array of autumn colours. Except, for some reason the season haunted him. He was never certain why, though he sometimes wondered if it were the look of decay the landscape reflected in the trees, grass, flowers, and all of nature. Others would comment about the appealing hues of gold, orange, and red. To the Sheriff, it reminded him of blood. On occasion, he would wish he didn't see it that way, but he viewed autumn the same way when he was a small boy, too. He was never able to move past that perception.

Nottingham was glad he'd thought of the new plan when he awakened, because his original plan of taking her to the cave near Dead Man's Curve in Sherwood Forest wasn't sitting right with him. He wanted to fool the woman, and taking her to the cave couldn't be explained. There was nothing remotely romantic about taking a lady to a cave. Not that he wished to be romantic, but he was damn well going to act the part. If he took her there, she would know. She'd know he would exact his revenge, and things could get messy once she realized. He wanted to take her completely by surprise. This would be uncomplicated, clean, and swift. It was the only way. Guy was right. It had to be a place away from the brothel, and outside of the Village. He knew just the place, and that is the part of it he needed Guy's assistance with.

I'm going to make you believe in me, you scheming little wretch! And then… you'll never see it coming.

"I will kill for you, my Lady Rhiannon. If you only knew, but you shall never know about the two who want you dead… " the Sheriff whispered, shaking his head with a sigh, his eyes downcast.

"Cousin?"

Nottingham turned around at the sound of his cousin's voice. Guy was standing five feet away near the table.

"Good day, Gis." the Sheriff nodded as he walked closer to him.

"Everything alright?"

"Yes. We need to go over a few things, since… you're going to be in charge again in my stead." he hinted.

"I see. Very well." Guy nodded.

"It will be brief. I'm not sure how long this will take, but I expect I will return no later than dusk." the Sheriff said.

"You're taking care of that consort." Guy surmised with a nod.

"Yes. It is in place to be everything I had hoped: Simple, swift, and clean — with an element of surprise thrown in for good measure. She wants to play games with me? Well, she shall see who the better player is." Nottingham stated with a sardonic grin.

"Good to hear, Cousin. Get this out of the way."

"Indeed, Gis. And that's where you come in." the Sheriff hinted.

Guy looked at him curiously, with a quirk of his brow.

They were interrupted then, as the sentry announced the arrival of the servants. He led them inside at the Sheriff's directive.

Moments later, they were seated across from one another with an array of fresh bread, cheese, ham, and fruit on their plates.

Guy took a swig of soft ale from his goblet and looked to his cousin, his steely eyes narrowed.

"What were you meaning before the servants arrived? You said, "And that's where you come in.". How will that work when I'm going to be here, covering your absence?" Guy asked, curiously.

"I have a detailed plan, right down to the place where this shall occur. The problem with that is, I've never been to the location. You have. You're going to give me directions to it." the Sheriff said matter of factly as he took a bite of ham from his fork.

"Very well." Guy said. He began to nibble on a grape.

Sometime later, after Gisborne had given directions to the specific location his cousin requested, he cleared his throat after a swig of the soft ale. He thought now was as good a time as any to mention last evening's observations.

"Is Lady Rhiannon well, George?" he asked, abruptly.

"As far as I'm aware. Why do you ask? Did something happen I don't know about?" the Sheriff asked suspiciously, with his eyebrow raised.

"I saw Lady Rhiannon last evening. It was near dusk. She was entering the castle from the gardens. She had a giant book with her, and she was wearing her cape. She was flushed, and beaded in perspiration. She appeared as if she just ran a good distance, or something similar, if I didn't know better." Guy said as he rubbed his chin.

"I've seen it, too. Usually at the same time of day as when you saw her." a beat. "Oh, and don't underestimate her strength, Gis. Rhiannon could — and would run just for the fun of it if she weren't with child at the moment. She's more than capable. The fittest maiden I've ever known, frankly." Nottingham said.

"Too bad in the time I've known her the largest percentage of that was seeing her laid up." Guy said.

"None of those times related to her general health, Cousin. Each and every time she was confined to bed because of physical harm caused to her by other people, and complications with… both of our children." Nottingham sighed. "You would be surprised at what she can do. She'd be a good Knight if she were a man. Need I remind you that she survived what should have been a mortal wound, inflicted on her by Marian — of all people?" he gave a knowing glance as he held up his goblet.

"Well, of course. That's great and everything, Cousin, but… aren't you concerned that she might be sick? Perhaps she's portraying strength in the face of it?" Guy postulated.

"Yes, it is a concern, Gis. Trust me, I'm paying very close attention. There's other things about her that are off, but I'm not so certain it's related to illness, or anything to do with the child." Nottingham hinted.

"If it's not that, then what's going on, if I may ask?"

"It's either a possible illness, as you suggested, or she's engaging in some form of physical activity. I'm betting on the latter." a beat. "You don't know her like I do. She thrives on it. Hikes, riding, running. She lives for the outdoors, and adventure." Nottingham said as he arose from the table. He walked to the window, gazing out of it a moment as he rubbed his forehead.

"I see." Guy said, somewhat surprised.

The Sheriff whirled around to face his Lieutenant.

"Pay attention near sundown. That's when she usually returns. See if you notice the same things about her." Nottingham instructed.

"You want me to spy on her?" Guy asked, astonished. He stood and faced his cousin.

"It's not spying in the way that you think, Gis. You're in charge in my absence. If I were present I'd be doing it, myself."

"I see." Guy nodded.

"Just be my eyes in case I'm not back yet. If I'm wrong and she is unwell, she may need your assistance." Nottingham said firmly, with his arms folded.

"Very well. Since you put it that way." Guy agreed.

Just then, the sentry announced the unexpected arrival of the Sheriff's Blacksmith. The Sheriff nodded and gestured for the guard to show him inside.

"Good morrow, Robert. I wasn't expecting to see you. It's your day off." Nottingham said, curiously. He slowly began to approach him.

"Good day, Gentlemen." Robert addressed them both. Then, he grinned. "Never thought I'd call you that, but… here we are." a beat. "Yes. It's easier to find you on my day off. I've something to show to you." Robert hinted.

"Is it good, or bad?" he asked as his eyebrow shot north.

"Good, I hope."

"Are you in possession of it — whatever it is you wish to show me?" Nottingham asked.

"Well, no. I need to fetch one from the armoury."

"I have some business to attend to. It requires travel. I will be back by dusk at the latest." the Sheriff explained.

"I see. Well, perhaps I could present it to you on your return? It would be useful for your militia." Robert suggested.

Guy raised his brow curiously, wondering what Robert was referring to.

"That will be fine." the Sheriff said.

"By the way, is my sister alright? Isabelle said she was acting funny in the gardens yesterday. Like she'd just finished a run, or something strange." Robert inquired, with concern registering in his blue green eyes.

"Funny you should ask — " Guy was cut off.

"Yes, she appears to be well, but I'm keeping an eye on her." the Sheriff replied to Robert. Then, he turned toward Guy and cast a scornful glance.

"My wife commented that Rhiannon was perspiring profusely." Robert added.

"That's true, Cousin." Guy said to the Sheriff. "Meridwyn was with Lady Isabelle when they saw Lady Rhiannon yesterday. Meridwyn remarked about the same things."

"It's true. I've noticed it since Friday. She reports she feels well, but I'm continuing to observe, notwithstanding." Nottingham assured Robert.

"That's good. She can be obstinate at times, as I'm sure you've noticed about her." Robert said.

"Oh, indeed. I have. That's why I'm paying attention."

"Good to know. She comes by this trait honestly. Our mother was much the same." Robert said.

"I see." Nottingham sighed.

"Her problem is she's so self reliant that in times of weakness, it burdens her as she's accustomed to taking care of everything. That's partly the fault of my brother and I. When our father died, Rhiannon insisted we teach her everything. And I mean everything — within reason. We relented, even when she wanted to learn how to shoot arrows, because she was adamant. She's like a sea sponge, Nottingham. She absorbs… everything." Robert sighed and looked downcast, for he realized he had probably said too much.

"Did you say that you taught her how to shoot arrows? From a longbow?" the Sheriff asked.

"Yes. She was insistent on learning the skill." Robert nodded.

"I never knew she could do that. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, however. She stabbed the mass killer bloke in the side using a dagger of mine — which she borrowed without telling me." the Sheriff grinned as his eyebrow shot north.

"She… what?" Robert asked, incredulously.

"It was a good effort, but poorly executed, unfortunately. The bastard lived." Guy added.

"Indeed, Gis. He did until he was taken care of later." the Sheriff nodded. Then, he looked to Robert. "With twenty nine maidens dead — he needed taking care of." a beat. "I appreciate your insight. I assure you, I shall continue to keep a close watch on Rhiannon."

"Indeed. Alright. I guess I'll look for you again around the gloaming to show you the item I need you to see." Robert said.

"I'm very much interested to see it, too, if that's agreeable with you both?" Guy asked.

Robert nodded.

"Indeed. I don't see why not?" the Sheriff said. "Let's plan to meet right here around that time." he suggested.

Both of the men agreed.

After Robert left, the Sheriff was preparing to leave when Guy spoke.

"Do you have a backup plan in case you find you're not alone when you get the consort to the planned location?" Guy asked.

"Of course, I do. I'll kill two birds with one stone." Nottingham grinned as he opened his surcoat, revealing his sword. "I thought of taking her to Dead Man's Curve, then realized the folly in that. And If the situation arises which you just referenced, I'm burning the place. It may get a little smoky in the Village today, Gis." he grinned.

"And… if not?" Guy asked, curiously.

"The location will look untouched." the Sheriff stated.

"Will you leave her there? It may get awkward come the morrow." Gisborne reminded him.

"I've got that covered, too, Gis. When she's found it will more than likely appear accidental. I know that sounds strange as I have the authority to do it, and her charges warrant execution, but I'd rather this one be private. As in, only you, Mortianna, and myself knows about it." Nottingham said with a soft sigh, and a knowing quirk of his brow.

"Understood." Gisborne nodded.

"There shall be no awkwardness on the morrow. There won't be anything there to see." he remarked with a satisfied grin.

Guy raised his brow in suspicion. Why is he obfuscating? Just what is he planning to do with the woman's body? Has he thought this through? What we did with Hestia was simple. This plan of George's — this is not simple at all!

Guy wondered, concealing a sigh by looking downcast a moment. He thought about it, and felt best to speak out. As his Lieutenant, he needed to warn his cousin. None of this sounded wise to Guy. He had a very strong hunch this wasn't going to turn out well. It was the same feeling he had about hearing the news of Meridwyn's delicate state. He felt it in his gut that the child would be a girl. He also felt it in his gut that whatever his cousin was planning with Celestria was a very bad idea.

"Cousin, if I may? I need a word." Gisborne began as he moved a little closer, narrowing his eyes.

"Very well. Make it brief. I need to get this business over with." Nottingham said, firmly.

"I'm foreseeing too many potentials for disaster. There's too many steps involved, potential for… problems." Guy stopped himself just in time from saying "errors". He used a different term so as not to insult his cousin. It would infer a failure in leadership.

"It shall be swift, clean, and simple." Nottingham said, confidently.

"Until she's dead. Then, it's going to get complicated." Guy warned.

"I've thought all of this through, Gis. Trust me. I've spent entire nights planning every detail. I won't have blood on my hands. There shall be no evidence, unless the other scenario happens. She'll even go peacefully." Nottingham said with a quirk of his brow.

"I see." Guy nodded.

"And if that other scenario happens, be prepared. As I said, it may get a little smoky today." a beat. "Either way, I'll tell you about it later. I need to be on my way."

And with that comment, Nottingham grabbed his surcoat and took his leave.

Soon after the meeting, Guy opened the door of the meeting room and exited. He was walking quietly down the corridor when he saw her.

Lady Rhiannon was just ahead, descending the staircase from the upper level. She was dressed much like the day before. Her cape was fastened about her, but he didn't see the large book in her hands.

He was planning to step back and just observe, but he felt a bit strange about that, so he tried to act in his usual manner.

Lady Rhiannon noticed him in her peripheral vision as she approached the bottom of the stairs. She was glad she had the book tucked under her cape. It was an odd time of day to venture outside to read, especially while rain was falling. She didn't feel like answering questions about it.

"Good morrow, Lady Rhiannon. You're looking well, I see." Guy nodded with a friendly smile.

"Good morrow, Sir Guy. Yes, I'm feeling quite fit. Thank you. Have you seen my betrothed?"

"I'm afraid you've just missed him, Milady. He shall return later today." Guy said.

"Oh. That's a shame I missed him, but I do know he's busy today." Rhiannon sighed.

"You look like you're headed somewhere. The gardens, perhaps? It's raining, Milady. You may want to sit in that covered area outside — if you insist on being out there, that is." Guy suggested.

"I won't be long at all, Sir Guy. I'm only going to see Sugarstar." Rhiannon smiled.

"You're going to see a… which? I beg your pardon, Lady Rhiannon?" Gisborne replied, astonished.

"My horse. Sugarstar. Do you not name your horses, Sir Guy?" Rhiannon asked. She sighed when Guy responded by shaking his head. "I haven't ridden her in ages. I don't want her to forget me. The time shall come when I will be fit to ride her again. So, I visit her often. It's all I can do for now, besides leading her by the reins and walking with her. The horse trainer exercises her, too, but it's not the same." she explained.

It was true she tried to visit her horse as often as possible for this very reason, but the horse was not in her plans for today.

"I see. I suppose that makes sense. I'd keep it brief, though, Milady. The weather is chill, and it's looking like it shall rain all day." he advised.

"Agreed. I will do that, Sir Guy." Rhiannon smiled.

Curses! He's sounding just like George. Did he put Sir Guy up to this?… Of course, he did. He probably put Sir Guy in charge.

Rhiannon looked downcast and sighed. She was certain Sir Guy wouldn't be saying these things unless her betrothed spoke to him about his concerns about her.

"That's good to hear, Lady Rhiannon. You must take care of yourself. If there's anything you need, your betrothed put me in charge until he returns later today." Guy said.

Of course, he did. I knew it!

"Very well. Thank you." a beat. "Well, there's really only one thing I can think of that I would need your assistance with, Sir Guy." Rhiannon hinted.

Gisborne regarded her curiously with his head tilted to the side.

"What is that, Milady Rhiannon?"

"I need ideas for a special gift for my betrothed. His birthday is coming up — the same day as our nuptials. It needs to be special. I missed his birthday last year, and even Yule because… well, you know why." Rhiannon sighed. "Forgive me, Sir Guy, but you know him best. He trusts you more than anyone. Take some time and think on it, and lend me some ideas, if you would be so inclined." she requested.

Gisborne looked downcast and smiled a moment. It was endearing that she asked him this, and he was also pleased for his cousin. Lady Rhiannon quite obviously cared deeply for George. Guy was pleased that it was looking like his cousin was likely to be just as happy as he was with Lady Meridwyn. He looked up, straightening his expression a little.

"I will think on it, Milady. Although, I'm certain, in his mind, you are his gift." Guy said.

"That is kind of you to say, but I want to make it special for him. He loathes his birthday. I would like to change that attitude for the better for him. That's why I insisted on that date for our wedding." Rhiannon admitted. She looked downcast, chastising herself for her verbosity with Sir Guy just now.

"Between the two of us, we'll think of something great for him, Milady." Guy assured her.

"Thank you, Sir Guy. I appreciate it." Rhiannon said.

They parted ways. Gisborne watched her a moment as she walked away. He thought about what his cousin told him earlier about Lady Rhiannon. Would she really be going to check on her horse at this time of day, even if she were a good rider? No wonder his cousin was so concerned about her. Shouldn't she be resting?

He shook his head, bewildered, then continued on his way.

Sometime later, the Sheriff arrived to the place where he was soon to lead Celestria into. He wanted to see if it was occupied, and make some preparations for the scheming consort's arrival.

Once inside, he proceeded to check and clear every room, nook and cranny. No one was present, in fact, there was no evidence anyone had stayed there recently. The Sheriff set about staging the scene within; all part of the plan to lure the consort into his snare. He was about to mess with her psyche, and the thought of it satisfied him. He took in his surroundings and instantly knew how he would frame the entire ruse. He grinned derisively as he thought of it.

Brilliant! From the reports I'm getting, she'll fall for it. She's not as clever as she thinks she is. Delusional little fool!

He spent a little time making preparations, and then he mounted his midnight black horse, urging it into a gallop, and headed in the direction of the brothel.

Nearly an hour later, he was greeted by Madam Birghiva at the door of the brothel.

"Perfect timing, Milord Sheriff." Madam Birghiva remarked with a knowing glance of her amber eyes. "She is here. Do come in out of that dreadful rain, Milord." she said as she beckoned him inside.

Nottingham gratefully entered in, for once.

"Is she with someone?" he asked.

"No, Milord. She is barely awake." the Madam said.

"Good. You shall summon her for me. Tell her I wish to see her. Don't let her think I'm here to punish her, however. Are we clear?" Nottingham said, firmly.

"Indeed, Milord. I will do as such. Now, yesterday you requested a small item handmade by Mistress Floria. Do you want it now, before I bring Celestria to you?" Madam Birghiva asked.

Nottingham nodded. "Yes. That's perfect, Madam. I need to tuck it away. Celestria won't know about it. I don't need her questions about what I'm doing with something Floria made." he said.

"Indeed. I thought it best, as well. One moment, Milord. I have it in my office." she nodded.

Some moments later, she returned with an exquisite bag. It was navy blue velvet, lined in baby blue satin. It was a woman's drawstring bag, with fine beading sewn into one side, creating a pattern, as well as Floria's monogram.

"Alright, I don't know much about lady's bags or whatnot, but this is extraordinary from what I can tell. I shall get this back to you to return to her, Madam. She won't be without it long." Nottingham assured her as he carefully rolled it like a scroll and tucked it deep into the pocket of his surcoat. He casually touched the pocket of his doublet, as well. The vial was still there. He was pleased.

"That will be fine, Milord. Yes, I suspect she shall miss it in a couple of days. Whatever it is you're using it for, hopefully, it can be done expediently." Madam Birghiva frowned.

"It will, Madam." he nodded.

"Of course, Milord." she said. She looked at him curiously a moment, wondering what he planned to do with Floria's hand sewn bag? She sighed, then continued. "I will go and bring her to you. I shall return with her soon."

He nodded, as the Madam headed up the stairs.

Some twenty minutes later, he was leaning back against the wall, one knee raised, his boot against it. He would have preferred to pace and mutter expletives under his breath, but at the moment, he was going to feign extreme calm as well as possible. He knew he must act the part or it would never work. Not in the clean, swift manner he had planned.

Her heart felt like it skipped a beat when she caught sight of him leaning against the wall like that as she descended the stairs.

"Milord?" Celestria tentatively asked as she neared the bottom of the stairs.

He looked up, then took a few steps away from the wall to face her. It was the first he'd seen her look so sedate — compared to her usual garb, which left little to the imagination. She wore a dark blue wool blend gown, which was cut straight across her shoulders. It exposed her neck and nothing more. Her dark, shiny hair was up in a chignon, and she wore very little paint on her face. Her blue eyes twinkled, and her long lashes fluttered when she saw him. Such a waste for such a beautiful maiden to turn out to be as deranged as she! Nottingham thought. He stood before her, but stood firm. Let the games begin, you little wretch. It all starts here and now with my first words to you. You shall soon see who is more cunning…

"Good day, Celestria. You're looking a little… flushed." Nottingham commented. He noted her face, which, in fact, was rounder. It was also reddened, along with her neck.

"Yes, I suppose I am." Celestria said.

"Come. Join me. There's somewhere I'd like to show you." he said.

"I don't understand?"

"It will be clear very soon. There's nothing to fear." he said easily as he approached her.

Madam Birghiva regarded him with a quirk of her brow, wondering what his game was?

He offered the consort his arm, and she took it willingly.

"I'll be needing my cape, Milord. You'll have to give me a moment to grab it on our way out." Celestria said.

"Naturally, my… dear. I didn't expect anything less." Nottingham said. "We won't be gone long." he winked at the Madam before leading Celestria toward the door.

Celestria grabbed her cape which was hung on an ornate hook placed close to the door. The Sheriff helped her into it. He normally wouldn't have bothered with the chivalrous gesture, but he had to make her believe he cared about her initially, until he set the trap.

"Very well." Madam Birghiva nodded as they passed through the doorway. She was certain this was the last she would look upon Celestria.

Once outside, Celestria stopped in her tracks on the way to his horse. She was feeling a mixture of emotions all at once. A part of her was content that the Sheriff appeared to want to see her. He didn't seem angry with her. Another part of her was the self preservation mode, telling her something was off with this encounter thus far.

The Sheriff stopped and turned around immediately to face her.

"Is there something amiss, Celestria?" Nottingham asked.

"Why are you here? This isn't making sense. Am I being arrested, or something?" she asked.

"Is this your idea of an arrest? I take it you've never witnessed one." he sighed. "No. There's somewhere I'd like you to visit with me."

"Really?"

"Yes. Now, come. You will like it." he lied.

She smiled and walked closer to him. Maybe her wishes were coming true? Celestria desperately held onto his every word, because she wanted it to be true. So, she rejoined him, took his arm, and let him lead her.

"Should I bring my horse, Milord?" she asked.

"There's no need for it right now. We'll get your horse later. You just hold on to me and enjoy the scenery." Nottingham smiled.

"Very well." Celestria conceded.

At this point in time, Lady Rhiannon had recently arrived to the location where she had been working on her target practice. She didn't mind that it was raining, because if she was ever going to use the skill she would need to be good with the bow in all kinds of weather, and in any situation.

Presently, she was shooting from nearly fifty yards. She was quite pleased with her progress. Because of practicing each day, she would lose her fear in the face of danger. She was getting stronger, and improving with each session. It was strange, yet enjoyable at the same time. She hated that she had to hide what she was doing, but she would reveal it when the timing was right.

After an hour or so of shooting arrows into the stuffed man target, she decided to head back inside. The rain was picking up, falling harder and lashing at her face. Strong winds were nearly making it impossible to shoot the arrows well, as well as preventing the hood of her cape to stay covering her head. She thought now might be a good time to visit with Madam Oberon. She hadn't been summoned yet, but perhaps Madam Oberon was making some progress with her newest request? Rhiannon very much wanted to see it. She would return to the private chambers, remove her cape, freshen up, then visit her Wardrobe Mistress, personal Seamstress, and Beauty Adviser all in one, Lady Arianna Oberon of France.

The Sheriff and Mistress Celestria arrived to the designated location just as the wind and rain were picking up. He dismounted and helped her down from the horse, then secured the horse to a nearby tree.

Celestria looked ahead of her, still questioning this outing with the Sheriff.

"What is this, Milord?" Celestria gestured to the manor.

"This is what I would like you to see. Come. Let's get you out of the rain." he instructed as he offered her his arm.

She took it and let him lead her inside.

"Where are the owners, Milord?" she asked after he closed the door.

"Right here. Beside you. You're looking at the owner." he smirked.

"Rather modest, considering what you're used to." Celestria commented.

"Yes, perhaps; but… it's not for me. Go and warm yourself by that fire. Your garments are likely soaked through." he suggested.

She loosened the ribbons that fastened her cape and let her hood down. He helped her out of the cape and placed it on a nearby chair. She moved closer to the fireplace, holding her hands out toward the flames.

The Sheriff had already brought a flagon of wine to the abandoned manor earlier, as well as two goblets when he made preparations for her arrival. They were set on a small table between two chairs facing directly in front of the fire.

"You should look around and get familiar with it. I'm hoping you approve." Nottingham said.

"Why does it matter what I think of it? It seems fine since no one else is here, but it won't matter when the home is lived in." Celestria turned to face him and shrugged.

"No. You see… your opinion does matter — because I bought it for you." Nottingham said as his moustache curled on one side in a knowing grin.

"Excuse me?" Celestria asked, incredulously.

"You heard me."

"But, why? What manner of trickery is this, Milord? Do not toy with me like this." Celestria implored him. She softly sighed, then looked downcast.

"Celestria. Lift your eyes and look at me." Nottingham instructed.

She did so and looked upon him, questioningly.

"You don't want to be a courtesan all of you life, do you? Just accept the gift. I have the means to take care of you, since you were so… good to me once… " he closed his eyes briefly, trying to keep from clenching his jaw as he choked out the lies.

I need to get this over with soon. This is killing me, telling her things I should only be telling Rhiannon. Having to act… nice to her. How do play actors do this so convincingly — some of them? This is madness!

"You must be jesting?" Celestria challenged, folding her arms.

"No. It is real. This manor is yours, my… dear. You need to get out of that occupation. You're too… good for it." the Sheriff said, softly.

"Really?"

"Dear Zeus, what an obstinate woman you are. Can you not just take a breath, and realize that I'm gifting you a home, and freedom?" he asked, shaking his head.

"It's just so… unexpected." Celestria said, softly.

"Yes, I'm sure." he sighed. "Now, do take a look around the place; then come back and join me for a celebratory libation, won't you?" the Sheriff suggested.

"Very well, Milord." Celestria nodded. She exited and followed his directive.

The Sheriff decided it best to not accompany her as she looked around the manor. If he remained in the room he was in she would be less suspicious. He was going to work this game if it killed him.

He poured the wine into the goblets, a small amount in one of them. He grabbed the vial from the pocket of his doublet, and quickly, and very carefully poured it into the goblet with the standard measure of wine. He swirled it, then set it back on the table between the chairs in front of the fire. He watered down the smaller measure of wine in the other goblet using a flask of water carried in his surcoat, then took it and waited by the fireplace.

The Mistress arrived back in the large sitting room looking quite shocked. Nottingham looked up, noting her expression.

"Is everything to your liking?" he asked, casually.

"You… can't be serious. You're giving me this… manor? It's awfully large for one person, don't you think?" Celestria asked, astonished. She placed one hand over her bosom.

"Indeed. I am. And you won't be alone, Missy. You shall have a few staff to help you manage it." he said, raising his goblet to her.

"But — "

"Come. Take a seat in front of the fire. You're probably chilled to the bone from the lashing rain we just rode through." he said smoothly, as he gestured to the chair.

She sighed. "Yes, perhaps I need to sit. The fire will be helpful, as well." Celestria said.

She seated herself in the chair and watched as the Sheriff took a seat beside her. He gestured to the goblet on the table between them.

"I took the liberty of pouring the wine. Enjoy it, Celestria. We're celebrating." Nottingham said while forcing a smile.

She took the goblet and looked down, into the goblet in her hand.

"Why? I mean… why me? Why would you do this for me?" she looked up into his eyes, pleading for the truth from him. She wanted to believe every word, but a part of her was questioning if he was being genuine. He was acting genuine… or was he?

Was that a fake smile he just gave? Fool! He clearly wants you. He's giving you a home. But, why is it so hard to believe? I want to believe….

"Because… why not? We had a brief connection. Why shouldn't you have a good life?" he closed his eyes and took a breath. "I want to see you looked after." he muttered.

Curses! I used to be good at lies, but this is ludicrous. Satan's teeth! Drink that wine, you cursed bitch! Why won't you take a sip of it?

"Are you certain this is what you want, Milord? It's very generous." Celestria said.

"Indeed. That is my wish." Nottingham nodded.

"Good. Then, I feel more at ease to share some news with you, Milord." the courtesan hinted.

Here it comes! What a gullible fool she is.

"What news?" he asked with a quirk of his brow.

"It seems… I am with child, Milord." a beat. "It is yours." Celestria said as she looked downcast, then took a sip of wine from her goblet for courage.

Nottingham grinned as he observed her finally taking the wine, then straightened his expression.

"Hmm. I guess that explains it, then." he hinted.

She took another swig from her goblet and then looked over at him.

"Whatever do you mean?" she asked.

"Nothing really. Just a few things I've noticed. Your face is more rounded, and flushed. You also appear fatigued." he said, matter of factly. He took a very small taste of his watered down wine in a bid to encourage her to drink along with him.

"I see. And how do you feel about it?" she asked.

"It's of no matter." he said with a shrug. "You shall both be looked after. I'm to be wed in just over a fortnight, and nothing will alter that plan." he said, firmly. Then, he chuckled at her pouty expression and added, "It's not as if I could marry you, dear girl — even if I wanted to." the Sheriff scoffed. He finished by taking a small sip of the diluted wine.

When the Sheriff went over in his mind how this would play out, he had planned to attempt to make the courtesan feel truly wanted, but it was more challenging than he imagined. Once she started feeling the effects of the wine tainted with foxglove, he was going to reveal his true intention.

"I see. And how shall I be looked after — exactly?" she pressed him.

"Well, you and the child shall be taken care of. You have the manor, a few staff, and… the occasional visit from yours truly." Nottingham said, casting her a forced knowing smirk.

"Oh, I see. Well… I… uhh… thank you, Milord. I accept." Celestria smiled.

"Good. Promise me you'll cease your present occupation. That, and keeping your mouth shut are all I ask of you. No one is to know I gifted you this manor. Understood?" he stated, firmly.

"Aye, Milord. Understood, but… about that first part. If I'm only going to be seeing you on occasion, why should I cease working right now? I shall be lonely without you, I'm sure." Celestria asked, pointedly.

"You know we can't be seen together, Celestria. This is the best I can do, until much time has passed and people forget your former occupation. The sooner you stop your work at the brothel, the sooner people will forget about this time of your life." the Sheriff explained.

"Aye." she sighed. "How long do you think it would take for the people of the Village to forget?"

"I'd say five to ten years time." the Sheriff said as his eyebrow shot north.

"Oh. I see. Well, if that is best." Celestria conceded. She was certain she'd soon change his mind about that arrangement, anyway.

"It will work. It will all be fine." he reassured her.

"And what of your lady wife — once people forget I was a courtesan?" Celestria asked, directly.,

"Obviously, you won't be at the same places. She won't be a problem. You needn't fret. Let's just celebrate this turn of events, and your new home." he suggested.

"Very well." Celestria nodded, raising her goblet. "To new beginnings, Milord."

"I'll drink to that. Indeed." Nottingham said as he raised his goblet to her.

As he took a drop of his thinned wine, Celestria took a generous swill of hers.

"This wine is very pleasing, Milord. Fruity. I like it." she smiled, then took another sip.

"I'm glad you like it, my dear. There's plenty more."

"Well, since we're celebrating, I should like a refill when I finish the wine I have. I'm nearly there." Celestria giggled.

"Indeed, we are." he said, trying to smile in a genuine manner. Instead, he couldn't help but grin. He looked downcast to conceal it.

"I almost can't believe it. This is the best day of my life." the Mistress smiled. She put her goblet to her lips and finished the wine, then held it out toward the Sheriff. "I'm ready for that refill now, if you please, Milord."

Nottingham poured from the flagon, a generous libation of wine into Celestria's goblet. He passed it to her with a smile.

"Thank you, Milord." she nodded. She took the goblet and continued. "You sure you're not angry about the child?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Anger is futile. What's done is done. All the more confirmation that gifting you this home is the best thing." a beat. "Since the child is mine, however, I'm reminding you that this isn't the romantic version of events you were expecting. You will not be sending out birth announcements naming me as the father. Understood?" Nottingham said, firmly.

"Aye. I understand, Milord." she nodded. She set the goblet down and took a breath. "Right, then. Have you the papers with you?"

"Papers?"

"Aye. The official papers showing the purchase agreement, or whatever, regarding this manor." Celestria said.

She could feel a heat course through her for a moment. Maybe the heat of the fire was reacting with that paste she had been applying to her skin? She wondered.

"I do, my… dear. It's in my pocket." Nottingham said as he produced a fake deed he had penned earlier at this very manor. He was prepared for any eventuality, or… so he thought.

She paused a moment, closing her eyes and putting her palm to her forehead.

"Perhaps you should lay down, my dear. You must be tired." he said, leaning forward and turned left toward her.

"Not sure if I can stand. I'm feeling a little vertigo right now." Celestria sighed, as she bent down until her head was near her lap.

"It's best we don't move you to one of the bedchambers anyway, Missy. This is the only room with a fire burning in the fireplace… I have just the thing." the Sheriff said.

He went to her and helped her up, then aided her to the fluffy rug that was positioned on the floor by the fireplace. She willingly proceeded to lay on her side facing the fire.

"I don't know why I'm feeling so oddly?" Celestria mused.

Nottingham brought her cape over to her and laid it over Celestria. He found a small cushion to place under her head.

"Forgive me. It might be because of my condition, but I'm not… sure." she lied.

Celestria wasn't sure what was making her unwell, but she suspected it was one of the concoctions she bought from Lady Gunilda to feign this cursed condition. They were all natural ingredients found in many households; although, Celestria didn't know anyone who used licorice root. One of those items had to be poisonous to her somehow. Maybe it was an accumulated effect? She'd used a lot of those pastes and potions since she left the home of Lady Gunilda. She even stocked up on sugarcane tonic from the Merchant of Magick! Did I use too much of them?

"Right. So, you're saying this is a normal part of it?" he asked.

"I don't know if it is or isn't, Milord. I've never… been this way before. This is my first child. I don't know how I'm supposed to feel. I've never experienced this, however, so it might be related to the child." Celestria said.

You're going to stick with this ridiculous lie right to the end, aren't you? Interesting. Too bad for you I know the truth of it, because you're playing the part rather well…

"No more wine for you, Missy!" the Sheriff quipped. "You must rest. Later, when you're feeling stronger I'll take you back to the brothel. I want this manor cleaned and properly furnished before you live in it." the Sheriff explained.

"Very well, Milord. Rest would be … nice." Celestria nodded as her eyelids grew heavy.

"Close your eyes, my… dear. You look tired." Nottingham said.

"I am. I'm hoping sleep will chase the vertigo away." the mistress sighed.

"I'm sure it will help." he said, trying to behave concerned.

Mistress Celestria smiled, then closed her eyes.

Don't get too comfortable too fast, you cursed wretch. You're about to see who the better player is.

"But, before you fall asleep, there's something I need to say." Nottingham hinted.

Oh, my! Will he tell me he loves me? This day is even better than my dreams…

Celestria opened her eyes, curious what he would say. In her mind she was already imagining it before he spoke. She was picturing him looking deeply into her eyes to say to her: "I'm giving you this home because I love you, Celestria.… " It was a beautiful scene in her own mind as she nervously anticipated his words.

"Yes?… I must warn you, though. I'm fighting… to stay awake." Celestria whispered as her eyelashes fluttered.

"When I first saw you, do you know what I thought?" Nottingham asked, smoothly.

"Hopefully… something… good." Celestria struggled to answer, in a whisper.

"I looked at you and was struck by you. I thought you were either a sign, a gift, or a trick. I was only partly right in my theory, though, because you are something more." he grinned.

"Oh. What… is that? Celestria asked, her curiosity piqued.

He looked into her deep blue eyes, with a fleeting thought, once again, that it was a shame such a beautiful young maiden would turn out to be so vile.

"You were two of those things, and something else that wasn't apparent at the time. The two things that best represent you are a sign — a warning sign, and the other is a trick — the Devil's trick. The third thing you are is a poison. A pox." the Sheriff began, sternly.

Celestria swallowed dryly, and stared at him a moment. Then her lashes fluttered as she struggled to open her eyes.

"Do you seriously expect me to believe you're feeling weakened, dizzy and exhausted from your "delicate condition"?" he sneered as he crouched down toward her. He used air quotes to punctuate the end of the question. "You are not with child. We both know it. Open your eyes, you mendacious, delusional little fool!" Nottingham commanded.

Rhiannon was pleased she didn't see Sir Guy when she returned inside the castle, nor anywhere on her walk to the private chambers. This was part of the reason she had the notion to commission a specific outer garment from Madam Oberon. She wanted something to help her blend in easily with men, instead of standing out like a sore thumb dressed in the usual manner.

By the time she finished towel drying and re-braiding her hair, as well as changing clothes since the gown she had worn was damp; it was just about to turn midday when Lady Rhiannon headed out the door of the private chambers on her way to see Madam Oberon.

Madam Oberon was somewhat startled to see Lady Rhiannon at her door so soon.

"Bon après-midi, Madame." Rhiannon nodded.

"Oui. Good afternoon to you also, Mademoiselle Rhiannon." Madam Oberon smiled. "Qu'est-ce que c'est?"

"I know it's only been a short time since I made my request of you, but I also know you're a magician with a needle and thread. Is it too soon to ask — " Rhiannon was cut off.

"Come inside, s'il vous plaît." the Seamstress smiled as she beckoned Rhiannon inside, and gestured toward a chair in the room she dubbed "the salon".

"Oh. Do you have some drawings to show me?" Rhiannon asked as she seated herself.

"Non, mon cher. Better. I think… c'est fini. We can change some things if you don't approve — "

"Wait… it is ready? You've completed it?" Rhiannon was astonished.

"Oui, Mademoiselle." Madam Oberon nodded.

"Je serais ravi de le voir, Madame." Rhiannon smiled.

"Oui. I thought you would. I just hope it is to your liking. I shall bring it to you. Excusez-moi une instant, Mademoiselle Rhiannon." the Seamstress nodded before taking leave.

Only a few moments later, Madam Oberon returned with the garment in question and something else underneath it, but Rhiannon couldn't tell as they were both draped over Madam Oberon's right arm.

Madam Oberon set the garments on a table then lifted up the coat to show Rhiannon.

"It has everything you need, Mademoiselle Rhiannon. Pockets, a hood — "

"It is absolute perfection, Madame." Rhiannon smiled as she moved in closer and touched the soft leather.

"Très bien! I'm glad you like it — because I made you breeches to match, since… you only have une paire, Mademoiselle Rhiannon." Madam Oberon winked.

"What? Are you jesting?" Rhiannon asked, incredulously.

"No joke, Mademoiselle. Perhaps you would like to see how these pieces shall look on you?" Madam Oberon smiled, her blue eyes twinkling.

"Indeed. I'd like that, Madame." Rhiannon smiled.

The courtesan's vision was disturbed slightly, blurry at times. She saw the shadow of the Sheriff's face, and bright orange light behind him coming from the fireplace. She wanted to sleep, but… what was he saying? She couldn't hear half of it as he sounded distant to her. The only thing she could tell by his tone was that he seemed cross.

"You know, I might have been lenient about the poison incident. Perhaps only some time in my dungeon. Now, we'll never know, because you had to involve my bride to be. You were planning to murder her! And you're so delusional, you believed me." Nottingham snarled.

"It was… all a trick. Bringing me here." Celestria murmured.

"Indeed. What was your first clue?" he retorted.

"Why not… just do it quickly? With a blade, or… " she asked in a whisper, fighting sleep.

"Because you demonstrated three times you wanted to play games with me, Missy. I am the Master of games." Nottingham said with a sneer.

"I could've… made you… happy." Celestria whispered.

"A frivolous thought, indeed. Alas, it exists only in your own mind. I do hope that's the poison speaking, because if not, you truly are delusional." Nottingham shook his head, then exhaled, sharply.

"You're enjoying this." Celestria whispered.

"You brought this on yourself. You nearly cost me my betrothed when you lied to her; you poisoned me; next, you planned to trap me with a non infant; and then, you planned to murder my bride to be." the Sheriff stated, evenly.

"I just… wanted… you." Celestria murmured with a yawn.

"You were given more than fair warning, Missy. Just a month ago — "

"Thirty two… days ago." Celestria whispered.

"Figures you've been counting." the Sheriff sighed.

"Yes. It was… the last… I saw you."

"And that's the point, Missy. More than ample time to get acquainted with the rules. First, I told you the general rule of thumb with me is that the punishment for betrayal is death. Next, I told you that if I ever found out you tried to trick me, you shall die. I promised you that you shall die. I am keeping that promise, dearest darling." he hissed through his teeth as he regarded her with fury in his amber hazel eyes.

"It wasn't tricks, it… was desperate measures. I needed… to make… you love me… " Celestria murmured. She struggled to get her words out as she was very tired. She could hear him better now, though. She wished she couldn't hear him.

"Ah, ha, ha! Really? Do you even know the meaning of the word? The lady I'm marrying does." the Sheriff shook his head a moment. "Right. Never mind. Silly of me to forget that you are drunk, plus poisoned. You're unable to be coherent." the Sheriff sighed.

"It… is all… true, Milord." she whispered, faintly.

"Sleep tight… dearest." Nottingham said with a sardonic smirk.

I will not. I will fight this! It can't end like this… Celestria thought, as she tried to fight the final slumber that threatened her.

Lady Rhiannon stood before the full length mirror with Madam Oberon beside her, admiring the garments that were prepared specially for her.

"I can hardly believe it, Madame. It's exactly what I was hoping for." Lady Rhiannon smiled.

"I can make any alterations you'd like, Mademoiselle." Madam Oberon explained in her cheerful, melodic voice. Her pale blue eyes twinkled as she spoke.

"No, Madam Oberon. C'est parfait." she smiled.

"Bon. I'm pleased you approve, Mademoiselle Rhiannon. Of course, you shall need a tunic to wear with the breeches." Madam Oberon suggested.

"I will be fine, Madame." she said.

"Excellente, Mademoiselle." Madam Oberon smiled. "However, vous aurez besoin de bottes appropriées pour vous adapter." Madam Oberon said as she gestured towards Rhiannon's boots. "I mean, if you're going to look the part, you might as well do it well… "

"Pardon, Madame Oberon? Pardonne-moi, s'il te plait. I'm not familiar with those words yet. What did you just say?" she asked.

"Forgive me, Mademoiselle Rhiannon." Madam Oberon sighed. "I just said that you shall require appropriate boots to fit you. I'm guessing the last time you wore breeches, the boots worn with them belonged to mon Seigneur Sheriff. Ai-je raison?"

"Oui. You are correct, Madame. But, what else can I do? Imagine trying to explain to a cobbler why I need boots meant for men — to fit my feet?" Lady Rhiannon asked with a sigh.

"I've a pair that shall fit you, Mademoiselle." the Seamstress smiled.

"Excuse me?"

"Oui. They belonged to my departed son. I couldn't part with many of his belongings afterward. Anyway, he was young. Not yet grown. I do believe they shall fit you, Mademoiselle Rhiannon."

"Oh, Madame. I couldn't. He was your boy! My condolences to you. Je ne peux pas imaginer une telle perte." Lady Rhiannon said as she grasped Madam Oberon's hand.

"Merci, Mademoiselle Rhiannon. But, you know all about loss, too. It isn't easy when we love the ones who die. The most difficult for me was my husband, and my son. But, I'm blessed with a daughter, and des amis comme toi, qui sont comme une fille." the Seamstress smiled.

"Merci, Madame. I'm pleased you said that, because, to me — you are like the mother I never had." a beat. "However, I don't know about the boots, Madame. I would hate to ruin — " Rhiannon was cut off.

"Mon cher, do not think of it. Ce n'est rien. Je suis heureux de vous les offrir." Madam Oberon nodded.

"Very well, Madame. I am honoured. Merci. Will they look alright with the coat and the breeches?"

"Oui, mon cher. I have something else I'm going to bring out to you, as well. You can tell me what you think." Madam Oberon winked.

Some moments later Rhiannon looked upon her reflection, pleased at the way the garments and the boots came together, and noting the confident woman reflecting back at her. She could just about pass as a man wearing this, if she kept her head down, and the hood up. It would be perfect for her target shooting sessions.

"I'm very pleased, Mademoiselle. I knew my Guiscard's boots and tunic would fit you!" Madam Oberon said. She was beaming with pride seeing her son's apparel being utilized by a deserving person.

"Amazing, Madame! I'm most grateful. They all fit perfectly." Rhiannon smiled.

"Never thought I'd say this, since it's not the most feminine apparel I've seen you wear, but… tu es une vision, Mademoiselle. Truly, you are." Madam Oberon smiled.

"Thank you, Madame. Although, that's not what I was aiming for." Rhiannon said.

"Just keep your head low, mon cher. It will work."

"Oui. I do believe it will, Madame." Rhiannon smiled.

"Tres bien, Mademoiselle." Madam Oberon smiled.

"Madame?" Rhiannon began as she turned from the mirror facing her Wardrobe Mistress.

"Oui, Mademoiselle?" Madam Oberon replied with a curious glance.

"May I ask… how old was he?" Rhiannon asked.

"Oh. Mon fils, tu veux dire? Guiscard was thirteen years." Madam Oberon said.

"How long ago?"

"It happened seven years ago. My husband, Jehan, was with him. C'est ce qui me réconforte. Ils étaient ensemble." Madam Oberon said with a halfhearted smile.

"Of course, Madame. It makes sense you find some comfort that they were together. I'm sure I would, too." Rhiannon said, softly. She looked downcast.

"One day I shall reveal more about it. I prefer to maintain a joie de vie, Mademoiselle. There's so much to be thankful for. You understand?" a beat. "My. You do look formidable in these pieces."

"You're very kind to lend these precious items. I shall look after them in honour of Guiscard, Madame." Rhiannon smiled.

"Merci, Mademoiselle Rhiannon. I appreciate that."

Rhiannon nodded, then looked back to the mirror. She couldn't imagine the crushing loss Madam Oberon had endured. Yet, the lady had always been pleasant, and welcoming. She never once betrayed the pain she'd survived. Rhiannon wasn't sure she could be that strong if faced with similar circumstances.

She could only be strong in other ways. With her skills improving, and the sense of excitement she knew hiding in these clothes would bring, she was losing her fear. She wanted to be prepared to face danger, come what may. She never wanted to be frightened again.

"You won't… leave me here… will you?" Celestria asked in a whisper

"You'll get what you get, Missy. Right now, you're fortunate to have a soft rug under you, a cushion beneath your head, and your cape keeping you warm." Nottingham sneered.

"If you want to lay blame, then… blame your lady. She hand selected me… to come to you… in the first place." Celestria said, softly.

"She didn't force you to lie to her, nor hold a blade at your throat forcing you to poison me, or have anything to do with your other schemes. That was all you." the Sheriff said, evenly.

"You… summoned for me once… when we were — " Celestria was interrupted.

"Close? Yes — regrettably. You picked the wrong man to toy with, Missy." he hissed.

Nottingham wanted to grab her collar and pull her to him in his usual fashion just then. Then, he remembered Mortianna cautioning him not to get too close to the consort after she drank of the tainted wine.

"Get it… over with." Celestria relented.

"No. I don't want your blood on my hands, nor do I have time to clean a mess." Nottingham said, simply.

"Then… let me sleep… " she whispered faintly, no longer able to keep her eyes open.

Let me wake up. I can't die like this! Let me wake up after he is gone, and I'll figure out the rest. Right now, I'm too tired….

"I'll see you… in my dreams… " she suddenly blurted.

Nottingham was startled that Celestria used the same phrase Rhiannon had said to him just last night.

" … at least, a different… you. The one I like." Celestria murmured.

"The one conjured in your mind is just a fantasy. That's not me, but whatever. It's your ending." a beat. "Goodnight, Celestria. Thanks for playing." Nottingham smirked, then walked back to the chair.

He didn't feel right about leaving her, plus he had plans for the body after. He couldn't leave her at the abandoned manor.

"I'll be… seeing you… " the consort whispered as her last words.

Nottingham regarded her with a quirk of his brow. Such an odd choice for parting words. He shook his head and sighed, waiting for the inevitable to happen.

Back in the private chambers at Nottingham Castle, Lady Rhiannon had just placed her new garments upon the bed. She was planning to don them and head back behind the gardens for another practice session with the bow. She was contemplating how best to achieve this without raising suspicion. She decided against walking out of the chambers dressed in those clothes when she heard a knock at the door coming from outside the adjacent den. She proceeded out to the den, closing the doors behind her, and went to open the door leading to the corridor outside the den — where a sentry was posted. Every hour of every day. She often had issues getting accustomed to that.

"Your brother, Milady." the sentry announced.

She saw Robert standing behind the guard.

"Come in, Brother dear." Rhiannon said. She nodded to the guard, and motioned for Robert to enter.

After she closed the door behind her, she turned to face him.

"I'm a little surprised to see you, Robert. Is everything alright?" Rhiannon asked.

"That depends. That's what I'd like to know. I needed to see you for myself." Robert said.

"What are you getting at?" Rhiannon asked.

"Are you well, Rhiannon? Feeling… fit, and all that?"

"Aye. Quite fit, Brother." Rhiannon smiled. She was fit to roll her eyes, but she thought better of it.

"Look, you'd tell one of us, wouldn't you? If you didn't feel your best, I mean." Robert asked.

"Yes, Robert." she assured him.

"Promise me you won't — " Robert stopped himself.

"I won't — what, exactly?"

"It is nothing… " Robert sighed.

"Robert, for the love of Mary! Just say it." Rhiannon sighed.

"Don't ignore signs, attempting to be stoic. That's when problems happen. That's what… happened to Mother. So, just promise me that you won't be like Mother." Robert implored her, softly.

"I won't ignore anything that may occur that causes me to question mine or my child's health." Rhiannon said.

"You've always been wilful, Sis. Obstinate at times. She was the same. She ignored problems that were occurring." he exhaled a sigh, then continued. "Just a few days ago, I watched you shiver violently through dinner, while the rest of us felt perfectly fine from the heat of the flames of the torches and candles." Robert reminded her.

"The medicus told me that some ladies feel quite cold when they are in a delicate condition. Most feel quite warm. I guess I got lucky." Rhiannon shrugged.

"You sure there's nothing for me to concern myself with?" Robert asked again.

"Yes. There's nothing at all to worry about, Brother. There's been no pain, none of anything to have me questioning the state of my health." Rhiannon nodded.

"Very well." Robert said.

He wanted to ask why she was perspiring so heavily when she saw Isabelle and Lady Meridwyn the day before, but decided it was best not to press further. It would only anger her.

"There's something I need to speak with you about." Rhiannon said.

"Alright. What's on your mind, Rhiannon?"

"On my wedding day, would you… give me away?" she asked.

"Of course I will, my dear. It will be an honour." Robert smiled, answering without hesitation.

"I'm so glad you're here!" Rhiannon blurted suddenly, throwing her arms around him.

"I am, also, dearest." Robert said as he embraced her. Then, he extricated himself from her, placing his hands on her shoulders as he looked into her eyes. "My dear, are you sure all is well with you?"

"Yes." Rhiannon said. "I'm just grateful that you are alive and living here in this castle with me. It's more than I ever imagined. I'm happy you and Isabelle are close by." she smiled.

"I see… " Robert said. He moved away from her just then, toward the window to gaze out of it a moment. How to tell her?

"Robert?"

"What If I didn't live here in the castle, but… very close by?" he asked, turning around to face her.

"What?" Rhiannon asked with an eyebrow quirked.

"The word around here is that there is an abandoned manor in the Village. No one has laid claim to it. Someone in the militia told one of the swordsmiths in the armoury about it." a beat. "I could buy it, Rhiannon." Robert announced.

"Is it very far from here?" she asked.

"Not from what I've heard. Of course, I haven't seen it for myself." Robert said.

"Why would you wish to leave, Brother? The castle is vast enough that it's like we don't live together, anyway." Rhiannon pointed out.

"I do appreciate the accommodations, and being close to you. I miss having my own home, however." Robert said.

"Of course. I understand. If it would make you happy, Robert, then I am pleased for you." Rhiannon smiled.

"Thank you, my dear. Of course, I need to confirm this with your betrothed. It is only hearsay, so he'll know for certain if the rumour is true. And then, I can discuss it with him." Robert explained.

"That's a relief, Brother. I'm going to be honest and tell you that I'm selfishly hoping the rumour is false." Rhiannon smiled.

"I know, my dearest. There's good reasons for and against both options of staying here, and buying my own home and property. One thing I'll admit, however, is with the hours of duty I complete, staying here in the castle is more favourable than option two." Robert sighed.

"I see. Well, I suppose we'll know more when you speak to George about the matter. He's been rather busy with the — " Rhiannon was interrupted.

"I'll be seeing him around dusk. There's something I need to show him." Robert announced.

"Oh. What is that?" she pried.

"Sorry, Rhiannon. I don't think it's fair to tell you before I meet with him about it. He is my employer, after all. All I can say is, it's a useful item his militia could put to use right now. It's also remarkable, considering the concept was proposed and designed by an unlikely member of the team down there." Robert said.

"I'm eager to hear about it after your meeting with him, Robert. Do give more thought to the idea of moving from here straightaway. Give yourself more time to get adjusted. You've only just arrived here. Give me more time with you and Isabelle, Brother. At least… until after this child is safely delivered?" Rhiannon implored him.

Robert knew it. She, naturally, wasn't saying so, but he saw her fear. He was definitely going to rethink the matter now.

"Alright. I shall give it more thought, my dear." Robert nodded.

"Don't be just appeasing me to avoid a quarrel, Brother."

"Swear on our parents' and brother's graves — I am not." he sighed.

Rhiannon sighed.

"You do have a tendency to do that. So did Eddie… oddly." a beat. "Am I that difficult?" she asked.

"I will think more on my options, Rhiannon. You make sure you take the time to rest and pay attention to your body. Anything that might seem off to you, bring it to our attention at once. Any one of us you trust who is nearest in proximity to you at your time of need. Am I clear, Sis?" Robert asked, folding his arms, smoothly avoiding her question.

"Yes. Crystal clear, Robert. And you stay until we know for sure I won't… fare poorly from… this." Rhiannon sighed with a quirk of her brow, gesturing toward her belly.

"Rhiannon… " Robert shook his head and looked downcast.

"Look, you know it's a possibility given the history of our mother. I want you to be a presence in my son's — "

"What did you say?" Robert swallowed.

"For pity's sake, Robert! You heard me." she softly exhaled a sigh then moved toward the fireplace. "I need you to be present for my son if something should… happen." Rhiannon said.

"How do you know it's a boy child?" he asked.

"I've always known my first child would be a son. I don't know why. I just feel it." she shrugged, then turned back towards the fire.

"Interesting. Yes, I shall consider your request." Robert said.

Rhiannon whirled around to face him, then folded her arms.

"That's it? Only consider my request? After all I just said to you, you won't grant it?" she pouted.

"Yes. Correct." Robert grinned.

"Right. And I shall consider your request, as well, Brother dear." Rhiannon smirked.

"Do not be foolish when you mean to be spiteful, Rhiannon. Your wilfulness could result in harm to you, and possibly the child, too." Robert warned.

"I'm taking most of what you suggested under advisement. I'm not going to promise I will be sitting idle all day, every day from now until the lad's arrival, however.' Rhiannon said with a quirk of her brow.

"Don't overdo it, Rhiannon. Promise me." he implored her.

She saw the fear in his eyes just then. She decided she'd be more careful. She would not leave her brother without any of his family.

"I shall be mindful, Robert. I promise." Rhiannon said, softly.

"Remember what I told you before. You are already receiving far better care during this time than Mother ever did. Just don't be foolish about exuding strength and ignoring anything that might come up. That's where Mother went wrong." a beat. "Honestly, it was a combination of errors, I believe, that lead to the outcome. Those in charge of her care when she laboured didn't seem to know a damn thing. I saw the look on the midwife's face, Rhiannon. A look of terror and uncertainty! Why be a midwife if you don't know how to help? And the midwife waited far too long to alert the medicus." Robert said in an exasperated tone.

"Why would you have cause to see the midwife's face, Robert? Surely, you weren't present while our mother laboured?" Rhiannon said, aghast at the thought of it.

"Of course not. The midwife left the chamber for a moment. I was just coming up the stairs. I heard her talking to Father, asking him to summon the medicus. She didn't see me, but I saw her." Robert said.

"I see." Rhiannon nodded. "You were eavesdropping."

"Yes, because even I knew it wasn't normal for a lady to be days and days trying to bring forth a child. I was worried. She didn't do that with Edward. I heard Father say everything was quick and unremarkable when she birthed Edward. Some of our mates' mothers had birthed recently. They weren't in a state like Mother. Even Edward was fearful for her." Robert said.

"We've never really talked about it, Brother. Mostly, because we never had the chance. I was too young and selfish when you went off to follow King Richard in those interminable, and foolish Crusades." Rhiannon shook her head and sighed. "Aye. I was too young and selfish to care to ask how that was for you. But, I see now that for an eight year old lad, it seems you were quite aware of a lot of things. It must have been hard on you." she said.

"Yes, it was challenging at times, but you helped me to endure missing Mother — and being so confused about what happened to her, when she was such a strong woman. She could do anything, much like you. She was capable of handling the same things you are, but she devoted herself to us — Edward and I, and Father. After a time, it was only Father and I who would speak of her on occasion, because as Edward grew older he had very few memories of her." Robert explained.

"I've never told you this, but I'm sorry you went through that, Robert. At times it bothered me that I couldn't share that grief with you. Most times, though, it seems like a blessing. Except, I don't understand how she could deliver two sons safely and without incident, and then succumb at my birth? Maybe I cursed the woman… " Rhiannon sighed, folding her arms and looking downcast.

"No, Sister. You were not a curse then, and certainly not now. Things happen, dearest. It is not for us to know now, but one day it shall be revealed to us. It was a series of errors that led to her demise. I blame the incompetence of her carers, mostly." he tried to reassure her. "Thank you, by the way… for your condolences." Robert smiled.

"I shall be better when you mention her. I shall be mindful out of respect for you, because it's you I care about. I didn't know the woman, obviously, so… is it possible we could speak of her less frequently?" Rhiannon asked, tentatively.

"Very well." Robert said. "There will be times I will want to mention her. There hasn't been a day since she passed that I haven't thought of her. She was too special to wish to forget. However, I shall tone it down — just for you." Robert grinned with a shake of his head.

"Thank you, Brother. I will say that I'm grateful to her for two things — giving me you and Eddie." Rhiannon smiled.

They embraced again, then exchanged goodbyes for the day.

The Sheriff was on his way back to the castle, having completed the unpleasant task of the day. He took care of Mistress Celestria, and he was already thinking of the items on his agenda once he returned. He needed to meet with Lady Arianna Oberon, then Guy and Robert in the Council Quarters, then Mortianna, and then he could finally retire for the night.

He felt better that it was over. The Mistress could do no harm now. Her death was peaceful, and he left her in an appropriate place. He thought of taking her body to the large cave at Dead Man's Curve in Sherwood Forest, but it seemed like a cold act, even to himself, whose heart was once like black ice — until Lady Rhiannon warmed it.

His mind raced with a mixture of thoughts as he rode toward Nottingham Village on his midnight black horse, the sky beginning to darken as sunset was imminent.

I did it, Rhiannon. I removed a threat to you, and to our children, potentially. I wish I could share these things with you. I've already got a secret, which will be revealed soon, and it's best this stays one, too. I don't want to keep secrets from you, but is it wrong that I am, even though I'm trying to protect you?

He arrived to the castle just a little before dusk. He came across Gisborne while walking toward the staircase, on his way to visit Madam Oberon.

"You've returned! What a pleasant surprise to see you back so soon, Cousin." Guy said cheerfully as he met with him in the corridor.

"Yes. What a day! I need brandy. I could also use a hot soak in the tub if my lady isn't occupying it." Nottingham remarked as he rubbed his neck.

"It is done?" Guy asked, softly.

The Sheriff nodded.

"Everything is done, Cousin?"

"I didn't shed blood, Gis, but I'm glad the business with that machinating whore is over. You needn't be concerned about it. She didn't deserve it, but she had a good death, and she is resting in an appropriate place at the moment. All is well." Nottingham said in a soft tone.

"Very well." Guy relented, though he was still puzzled by what his cousin meant by the consort "resting in an appropriate place". Did he bury her? Return her to the brothel? He pondered that for a moment, and then he remembered.

"Right, the cave at Dead Man's Curve. Perfect, Cousin. By the time she's found, no one will recognize — " Gisborne said in a hushed voice, but was interrupted.

"She's not there, Gis." Nottingham whispered.

"Not the abandoned manor! You promised — "

"She's not there, either." Nottingham whispered, and gave a wink.

"But — "

"Patience, Gis. I've been riding all day in the pouring rain. I need to speak with Lady Arianna, and then I'll return to the Council Quarters. The sooner I get these things out of the way, the sooner I can flop in a very hot bath." a beat. "I'm beginning to understand how frustrating it must be to my lady to feel so chilled incessantly." he added, mindlessly.

Nottingham noted the bewildered expression registered on Guy's face.

"I take it your lady wife isn't experiencing chills on a regular basis?" he sighed.

"No. Nothing like that, Cousin." Guy said.

"Hmm. Maybe something truly isn't right with Lady Rhiannon, physically speaking? Have you seen her enter the castle yet?"

"No, Cousin. I haven't really been looking, however. I shall keep watch for her while you visit with the Seamstress." Guy assured him.

"Good. I won't be long." the Sheriff nodded, then he continued on his way.

"She's afraid, Isabelle. So is he, for that matter." Robert said to his wife as they sat on a soft sofa by the fire in their quarters, sipping tea.

"I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Both lost their mothers during childbirth. And both were babies, unable to form memories of them." Isabelle said as she sipped of her tea.

"Dearest, I can't leave her now. She practically begged for both of us to stay until the child arrives." Robert said, shaking his head. He wished he hadn't seen his sister's fear, because it was increasing his concern.

"That's understandable, my love. Could you maybe ask Sheriff George if there's a way the manor can be held for us until you sell our home in Pocklington?" she asked.

"I definitely planned to, my dear. I just needed to speak to you first. Listen, you've helped with a few births, yourself. Would you consider lending some assistance when the time comes?" Robert suggested.

"That would be up to Rhiannon. If my services are requested, I shall be there, Robert."

"We should tell her about that, my dear. She made a point of mentioning she feels better with both of us close by."

"Then we will stay for now, dear husband. We mustn't abandon her." Isabelle said.

"You are a treasure, my dearest Belle." Robert smiled.

Isabelle leaned into him and kissed his cheek, then rested her head against his chest, feeling quite content as he held her to him.

Madam Oberon was rather surprised when she answered the knock at her door. She had been busily working on Isabelle's gown when she was interrupted.

"Oh! Bonsoir, mon Seigneur Sheriff. How may I be of assistance?" Madam Oberon greeted with a warm smile.

"Good evening, Lady Arianna. I wonder if I could take a moment of your time?" Nottingham asked.

"Of course, mon Seigneur Sheriff. Come in, s'il vous plaît." she said as she opened her door the full width, beckoning him inside. She was glad she had the identifiable items belonging to Mademoiselle Rhiannon safely tucked away, out of view.

"Is this regarding your wedding, mon Seigneur Sheriff?" the Seamstress asked.

"No. Your opinion is requested. I need you to see something." the Sheriff began. He reached deeply into the pocket of his surcoat and produced the velvet drawstring bag that Floria had sewn. He gently unrolled it, then passed it to Madam Oberon. "Tell me, Lady Arianna, what do you make of this?"

Madam Oberon took the bag and carefully examined it.

"This is very fine work, mon Seigneur. C'est manifique! Where did you get it? I must know!" the Seamstress smiled.

"A young girl at the brothel made that." Nottingham said.

Madam Oberon gave a mild gasp.

"I'm working on a couple of investigations that have required questioning everyone in the Village — even at the brothel. The young lady assisted in solving one of the cases. I've seen what else she can craft, Lady Arianna. She sews all of her own clothes, evidently. I've seen one of her gowns." a beat. "I thought it was one of your creations." the Sheriff gave a knowing glance with a quirk of his brow.

"I see. You say she is young. How young? Do you know?"

"Yes. I asked a few questions of the Madam about her. She is fifteen years. The Mistress told me herself she's been making her own clothes for the past six years."

Madam Oberon nodded, then looked to the bag in her hand again.

"This is very well done, mon Seigneur Sheriff." she looked up and met his gaze. "She could do well in my profession if she were willing to leave the brothel."

"That's what I'm wondering. Perhaps you could use some help? The girl is saving her wages to break free of it. It came up when she and the Madam met with my Lieutenant and I, with information regarding one of the cases we're working on." Nottingham explained. "She already knows of you, and admires your work, as well." he added.

"Then, I'd like to meet with her, mon Seigneur Sheriff; but it can't be at the brothel. You understand?" Madam Oberon explained.

"Of course. Then, I shall arrange it. What day is best for you?" he asked.

"Anytime is just fine, mon Seigneur." she smiled.

"Perfect. I shall keep you updated. It will be either the morrow, or Tuesday." Nottingham said.

"Very well, mon Seigneur Sheriff. Ask her to wear something she has created, could you? The bag is merveilleux, but I'm interested to see her other work. I'd like to see for myself what she's capable of." Madam Oberon explained with a knowing glance.

"Indeed. That won't be a problem." he exhaled a sigh before he continued. "The young lady is orphaned, Lady Arianna."

"Oui. Well, I've already got an orphaned Mademoiselle whom I've grown aime plutôt to concern myself with." Madam Oberon shrugged.

"What is a emm pluto, Madam?" Nottingham asked.

"Oh!" Madam Oberon chuckled. "Oui. I said that I had grown rather fond of Mademoiselle Rhiannon, mon Seigneur Sheriff."

"Right. Yes. In fairness, however, my lady had a father and two older brothers who raised her. This lass from the brothel lost her mother a year ago and never knew her father." the Sheriff said.

"Oh. Well, if her gowns are as good as her bags, mon Seigneur Sheriff, her talent is going to set her free." Madam Oberon smiled.

"And you shall see it with your own eyes, Lady Arianna." the Sheriff assured her with a quirk of his brow.

"Bon. J'attends cela avec impatience." the seamstress smiled.

"Pardon, Lady Arianna?"

"Oui. Pardonne-moi. Sometimes, I slip. I said: I look forward to it, mon Seigneur Sheriff." she repeated with a smile.

"Good. I will keep you informed." Nottingham nodded, then he went on his way.

The meeting in the Council Quarters was underway fifteen minutes later. The Sheriff noticed a large white cloth of some sort, which appeared to be concealing something on the table, when he entered the room.

"What is that?" he said as looked to both of the men while nodding toward the table.

"I don't know. That was on the table when I arrived just before you did." Guy shrugged.

"The item I want to show you is underneath the cloth." Robert explained.

The Sheriff and his Lieutenant moved closer to the table, curious to see what Robert brought to show them.

The Sheriff looked to Robert and gave a nod.

Robert carefully peeled back the cotton fabric to reveal a finely crafted shield laying on the table.

"I haven't seen one of those around here in three years!" Gisborne said.

"Yes, Gis. We can always use one of those." Nottingham nodded. He looked to Robert. "We have enough steel for this?"

"Yes. It's Spanish steel." Robert said with a knowing look.

"Interesting." the Sheriff said.

"And highly durable." Guy added.

"Did you make this?" the Sheriff asked his Chief Blacksmith.

"I had a good deal of help, Nottingham. There was another who came up with the idea, designed it, and helped me craft it." Robert hinted.

"Whom?" he asked.

"Stephanus." Robert smiled.

"Incredible… " Guy murmured.

"It's perfect, Robert. How many can you do?" Nottingham asked.

"We have two completed. We halted production after that, pending your approval, Milord."

"And you're sure there's enough steel?" the Sheriff pressed him once more.

"Yes. We have an abundance of Spanish steel. Evidently, someone forgot to inform your Spanish connection guy that the conflict with Hood and his men ended in ninety four. I've yet to meet this Florez fellow from Spain. He's not due to arrive until November fifth, but he's been keeping you very well stocked." Robert grinned.

Gisborne chuckled.

"Brilliant." Nottingham smiled.

"Indeed." Guy agreed.

"Well, there's no sense informing him now of the change of events. Let's start with at least fifty of them. You can take your time on production, Robert. Not too long, however." Nottingham grinned.

"It's not like we're at war. Do we really want to be distracting the armoury workers from producing weapons, and making any necessary repairs to the weapons and armour we have in our arsenal?" Guy pointed out to the Sheriff.

"You have a point, Gis. However, it serves us well to be prepared." Nottingham said.

"That's going to take a good deal of time to make them, however." Guy cautioned him. Then, he turned to Robert. "Am I right to assume that, Robert?"

"Affirmative. That's going to take a good month or more, I imagine." Robert nodded.

"Wait. You're serious, Wordsworth?" Nottingham asked with a quirk of his brow.

"Yes. A month at best." Robert said.

"Right. Alright, you both have made good points. Make that order for twenty, then. That will be a good start." he instructed.

"Why not twenty five?" Robert asked.

"I prefer even numbers." the Sheriff said with a grin.

"I still say this is low priority at the moment, Cousin." Guy added.

"Perhaps. That is just your opinion, anyway. I say it is best for all of us to be prepared for any eventuality. We were unprepared when Locksley gathered enough minions to fill an entire town. It was nearly disastrous for us then, and I won't have us caught off guard again." a beat. "Plus, we'll never know if Prince John should need our help one day. His brother is unfit, so are the other twits the Lionheart put in place to act in his stead. I wouldn't blame Prince John for defending his crown. It's rightfully his, and he will need the help of many skilled soldiers across this entire land if it should come to that. War can happen at any time for any reason, Gis. We will be ready." Nottingham said, firmly.

"Very well." Guy nodded. "I never thought about the current situation with the Non King. You're right. Prince John should have been crowned King by now."

"Indeed. Thus, we shall continue with the production of the shields." Nottingham said.

"As you wish, Milord. I reckon they shall be completed by mid November." Robert explained.

"Splendid. Is Stephanus kept quite busy with this project?" he asked, curiously.

"Yes. In fairness, he often keeps himself busy, though. May I ask why?" Robert asked.

"I should like to have a word with him is all. He deserves due praise." the Sheriff said.

"I'm sure he'll be more than happy to speak to you."

"Good. It will be done, then. Thank you, Robert. I'm pleased with the shield. Well done." Nottingham nodded.

"I'm glad you approve. There's one more topic I'd like to mention."

"What is it?" the Sheriff asked, curiously. "If it's about Rhiannon, I haven't seen her all day to comment on her health." he added.

"I'm aware, yes. Actually, this is about something else. The word is there is an abandoned manor somewhere around town, and the owner is unknown. No one has claimed it. Is that true?" Robert asked.

Nottingham sighed.

"Yes. Correct. However, it has become a location of interest in the current investigation." the Sheriff said.

"Good. Then, could it be held for a buyer, once the investigation wraps up? Or, better yet… let's say — held until June?" Robert asked.

"Are you the buyer?" he asked.

"Possibly." Robert hinted.

"Why June? The mission will be completed long before then. I'm personally hopeful for a sennight, but I'm being optimistic." the Sheriff sighed.

"So that we're near to her when it's time, and for a good while afterward." Robert said.

"The child… " Nottingham murmured.

"Correct. My lady wife and I would like to be of assistance, for the birth, and for a time after. Both of you will need a reprieve sometimes." Robert nodded.

"I do believe that can be arranged." Nottingham said. Then he quirked his brow, curiously. "Just what manner of assistance do you have in mind?" he pressed.

"Help of any sort, really. Minding the child if needs be. Any support you or my sister may require. Babies are rather… time consuming, Notty. And besides that, Isabelle is experienced with providing support through birth. She's — "

Gisborne tried, but failed to conceal a hearty chuckle.

"Wait… did… you just call me — Notty?" the Sheriff asked. He was genuinely appalled.

"Oh." Robert sighed. "Did I? Forgive me, Milord. A genuine slip of the tongue. In my mind, I think of you by that moniker, but… I never planned to say it." Robert attempted to explain.

"Notty. Seriously?" he sighed.

"Yes. It started out as a pun. A shortening of your name that sounds like 'naughty'. Which was a polite way of describing what I though of you before you shocked… well, the whole damn country with our instant pardons. Then, once I became better acquainted with you, the name became a… term of endearment." Robert said.

"Interesting. Well, if that's the case, I'll grant you that you can use that nickname for me — if you absolutely must, only amongst the three of us present here and now. I'd personally rather not hear it again, and I can't have anyone else getting any ideas. Least of all, Rhiannon." the Sheriff began. "Since you say it's meant to be endearing now, though, I'll permit it — on occasion. I can't have it becoming a trend. You understand, Robert?"

"Of course. Understood. I will follow your wishes." Robert nodded. "After all, I'm giving her to you to marry her."

"Yes. Of course, you are. You and I spoke about this the day your sentence was aborted and you were pardoned. You gave me your blessing." the Sheriff reminded him.

"Indeed. I remember that well. No. I'm referring to my sister's request. Today, she asked me to give her away at the ceremony. I agreed." Robert said.

Gisborne looked intently at them both as he took in their conversation.

"I see. That is grand news, indeed." the Sheriff said.

"Indeed." Gisborne agreed.

"Kind of ironic, don't you agree? I had her thinking I was dead to protect her from your wrath, for two years. Now, I shall be giving her to you." Robert quipped. He sighed. "Sorry. Sometimes I still have difficulty digesting the unusual turn of… events."

"No doubt. You were once on my wanted list for your affiliation with Locksley."

"I admit there are times I must pinch myself. It's like living in some sort of alternate reality, because the man I know now is not the one I saw three years ago." Robert said, softly.

"Yes — " Nottingham began, but was interrupted.

Robert then looked to Guy.

"It's the same with you, Sir Gisborne. The changes in both of you are astonishing." Robert said.

Gisborne nodded. "We are still the same men, it's only that we learned a few things since the day of the incursion in the Village Square." he said.

"What changed you both, if I may ask?" Robert pried.

"It was Lady Meridwyn for me. We've been together nearly three years now. We only recently wed." Guy said.

"For me, it was discovering that sometimes what you really want isn't always best. The somewhat hollow victory when I defeated Locksley. I started looking at things differently. And then, I met your sister." the Sheriff said.

"I see." Robert said.

"Right. Now, let's circle back to an earlier point you made right before you called me… never mind. Forget I said that. What was it you said Isabelle had experience with, again? I was intrigued and then it went downhill right after that." Nottingham explained with a sigh.

"She has experience supporting ladies through birth, and helping with the birth itself." Robert said.

"She does? Perhaps she could assist Lady Margaret and Thomas Crumwell then?" the Sheriff mused.

"That's what I was thinking. Isabelle said it would be Rhiannon's decision, though."

"Of course. Very well. I'll talk to her about it. I'll make the arrangements to hold that manor for you, as well." Nottingham said.

"Perfect. Can you give my sister a brief message for me, then?" Robert asked.

"Very well."

"Tell her that her wish has been granted."

The Sheriff's eyebrow shot north, curiously.

"She will know." Robert nodded. And then, he excused himself and took leave of them.

"Quite a surprise, having shields again." Guy remarked.

"Yes. That's becoming expected, however — that Robert surprises me frequently." Nottingham said.

"How so?"

"There's no doubt he has a talent for his work, but he also has a good mind. He could be doing so much more." the Sheriff mused.

"Aye. Perhaps you have a point." Gisborne exhaled a sigh, then changed the subject. "Now that you've completed all of your meetings, can you tell me what you did with the consort's body?"

"I left her on the path leading to the doors of that small church that's on the outside of the Village on the way to Sherwood. The Church of the Holy Trinity, I think it's called. There's a cemetery adjacent to it." the Sheriff said. "Why?"

"Just curious. It's good to know in case whomever finds her comes asking us if we know anything about it." a beat. "The church, you say? Hmm. Let us hope she is truly dead." Guy muttered.

"Of course, she is! They'll bury her, and it will be done."

"Good. If she is truly dead, it's the best place." Guy nodded. In his mind, he was wrestling with it. You better hope she is definitely dead, Cousin. If she's not, this will be a mess. Sanctuary for forty days, then permanent exile. If she's alive, you've just played yourself…. Why am I questioning this? It's not like he's ever failed at killing people before?

"Relax, Gis. A corpse is incapable of making a request for sanctuary." Nottingham sighed while shaking his head.

"Indeed. You are right, Cousin." Guy nodded.

It was an hour later when the Sheriff was wandering the gardens looking for Lady Rhiannon.

After the meeting in the Council Quarters, he arrived to his chambers. He was informed by the sentry that Lady Rhiannon left the chambers somewhere around mid afternoon. He took a moment to see Mortianna, thinking Rhiannon would probably have returned by the time he finished speaking with the witch.

His meeting with Mortianna was brief. He returned to the chambers and found them to be empty. She was absent. Rain hadn't paused all day, and now it was becoming increasingly dark. He knew she had to be outside somewhere. She basically let him know right from the beginning that adverse inclement weather conditions did not deter her.

"Afraid of a little rain, Sheriff?"

Nottingham could hear her voice echoing in his memory. The very day they met they got caught in the rain during their first kiss. Next, he was rushing her toward the covered area that separated two wings of the castle, and she giddily made that very comment. On occasion he would think of her saying that and would wonder: Was that the moment he realized she was special and meant to be his partner in life? She said so, herself:

"You're confusing me with other maidens, my Lord. We are not all cut from the same cloth."

More and more, the Sheriff was believing it to be true. She was not like any other maiden he'd ever known. That's why she was a perfect match for him, he thought. I do wish you'd slow your adventurous side right now, Rhiannon. At least for the sake of our children….

The Sheriff did a thorough search through the mazes of gardens, and decided to venture further. He wasn't sure, but he thought he saw one of his men walking through the wooded area. He decided to walk a little farther to ask him if he'd seen Lady Rhiannon while patrolling the property.

Lady Rhiannon had just finished hiding the stuffed man, longbow, and quiver of arrows in the usual spot she'd been keeping them and was making her way through the wooded area when she looked up and saw her betrothed approaching from a distance. It was getting dark and rain was continuing, She wasn't sure if he'd identified her. She shook her head. He would have to be looking right at her face from close proximity to know it was her, and he was still quite a distance away.

Curses! He won't know it's me — yet. But, if I let him see my face, he's going to know something's amiss with me dressed like this. I cannot reveal it is I beneath this unusual garb. He's going to think I'm sneaking around, and I suppose I am; but, it's just for perfecting skills to be used for protection. The clothing gives me better movement, and renders me invisible. I can train in peace. I couldn't explain this away to him… I need to get out of his view!

Rhiannon sighed and made her way through some trees to the right of her, away from his direct path. As he came closer she inched her way farther away from him, and closer toward the castle. Once she was a good distance away from him, she picked up the pace and began to run.

Nottingham was bewildered as he edged nearer to the spot where he saw one of his men walking. The Knight was gone. Just disappeared! He shook his head, wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him. It had been a long day, after all.

After much consideration, Lady Rhiannon knew there was only one safe place to quickly change and store her clothes — Madam Oberon's chambers.

Madam Oberon sighed when she opened the door.

"Oui?… Oh, don't you look tres belle, Mademoiselle!" Madam Oberon smiled. "You left in a rush earlier. I didn't see how you looked."

"I need to keep these garments here for now, Madame. It's the only option for now. There's nowhere private I can go to change clothes. Every spare room is being taken up by the Knights who are involved in the big mission my betrothed is working on." Rhiannon sighed.

"I see. I knew this already when you left your cape, gown, and book here earlier in the day." Madam Oberon smirked with a quirk of her brow.

Rhiannon folded her arms in an effort to feel for the content of the inside left pocket. It was there. Lady Aelesia's journal was tucked safely in the large pocket. She couldn't trust it falling into anyone else's hands. There was only one person who should see it — George.

"Yes. You are the keeper of my wardrobe, are you not, Madame?" Rhiannon pointed out.

"Oui. Do come in, s'il vous plaît." Madam Oberon said as she opened the door.

Some time later, about a half hour, she was seated on the soft sofa in the den, reading Lady Aelesia's journal entry for January 2nd, 1157, one more time because she needed a refresher. She was reading that very passage yesterday when Meridwyn and Isabelle interrupted. The journal was kept inside the larger book about Erec and Enide, as was her usual custom. She was just getting to the part of it that had her raising her eyebrow the day before, when the door flew open and her betrothed strolled into the chamber.

"Ah! There you are, my lady. Looking serene as usual." Nottingham said as he removed his gauntlets and surcoat, casting them aside. He decided it best not to interrogate her. He could find out what she'd been up to in more subtle ways.

Rhiannon closed the book and placed it on the sofa beside her, then arose and went to him.

"You're drenched, my love. You must be freezing!" Rhiannon said.

"I've definitely been warmer. I shall heat up soon. The servants are coming with warm water. I need a hot soak, my dear. Did you just do the same? Your hair is wet." he asked.

"I got caught in the rain. I was reading in the covered area when a gust of wind knocked my book from my hands and carried it away. Naturally, I retrieved it. It would be ruined if it got soaked." Rhiannon lied of her actions, but the fact of water causing ruination of a book was true.

"I see. Well, you probably need a good hot soak, too." Nottingham said as he grabbed her hand and kissed her cheek.

"You've had a long day, my sweet. Your muscles will be tender from all of the riding you've been doing. I can wait." a beat. "Do you know that in some households the family members bathe in the same water?"

"What?" he asked, slowly.

"It is true." Rhiannon nodded.

"That's not… how it was in your — " he was interrupted.

"No. Thankfully. I've just heard others did that, from other children I knew when I was a child."

"My dearest heart, I swear to you, as long as there is breath within me, you and our children will never have to share… bath water. What a vile thought, my lady." Nottingham shook his head.

"I suppose. How was your day, my love? Last night you mentioned that your task today had to do with the mission." Rhiannon pointed out.

"It was quite productive, my lady." he smiled. He exhaled a sigh before continuing. "Now, last night you mentioned you wanted to speak to me about something to do with our wedding, but you didn't have the energy to discuss it then. The time is here, my lady. We agreed to speak about it when I returned from my assignment today. So, what is it you wanted to discuss?" Nottingham asked with his eyes narrowed on hers.

"Hmm… perhaps we should wait until you've soaked in the bath?" she parried.

"We're both awake and present now, my lady. Why put it off any longer?" he asked.

"Because, it won't be… simple." Rhiannon said, softly. She clasped her hands in front of her and looked downcast.

"My lady, have you not been paying attention? From the moment we met nothing has been simple. The only thing simple about us is our devotion to one another." Nottingham reminded her.

"I don't want an argument, George." Rhiannon sighed.

He waved his fingers toward him in a beckoning gesture. "Out with it, Rhiannon. I've waited long enough to hear it. What about our wedding did you wish to discuss?"

Rhiannon inhaled a breath, then replied.

"It was what you said last night. That I could be free as long as I gave you our child. You spoke of it so nonchalantly, George."

"It was a follow up to the cues you've been tossing out to me. You were speaking of being "stuck with children forever", and made reference of marriage as being "chained" to a man." he hooked the first two fingers of each hand in the air while he quoted her. "There was no nice way of saying it, Rhiannon. I was merely reminding you that I'm not forcing you to do this. I didn't order you to marry me. I asked you." the Sheriff said, smoothly.

"I… didn't realize… " she stammered.

He moved closer to her and reached out to hold her hands with his.

"I shall never force you to do anything, my lady. You're not my property. We compliment each other. As soon as I knew your words were true, that you're not like other maidens, then I knew you were a perfect match for me. No other woman will do. It's either you, or I'd continue on in life solo." he said, softly.

"But, the restrictions right now — "

"My lady, those are recommendations at the moment. In an effort to protect you and our child. I'm not trying to hold you prisoner. I couldn't do that to you. I thought you understood that?" Nottingham asked with a quirk of his brow.

"Yes. I do. I just thought… you were looking for a way to be rid of me, or something, when you mentioned that last night."

"No. Never, my angel. I want us to share our lives together, but it will only work if you wish it, as well."

"I do, my love. You know I do. I was just… confused when you said that. I didn't realize I'd used such strong language of late about babies and marriage." Rhiannon admitted. "Forgive me."

"There's nothing to forgive, my lady. I don't want you to be afraid to talk to me about things. Why, just today I did something for — " he said absently, catching himself before revealing more.

"Oh? For me, perhaps? What was that?" Rhiannon pressed.

The Sheriff looked downcast and let go of her hands.

"It was nothing, Rhiannon." he said.

"Tell me, my love. If we're going to be honest with one another from here on end — "

"I got ahead of myself, my angel. I misspoke." Nottingham said.

He walked over to the table where the brandy was kept. He lifted the decanter and began to pour it into a goblet.

"Well, you did. So, tell me, George." she said.

"Just your wedding gift, my angel. I was taking care of that." he lied as he took a sip from his goblet, letting the brandy warm his throat.

"I thought you mentioned you were doing that another time?" she asked.

"Indeed. It's not a simple gift. There's more than one, as well." the Sheriff said.

And there would be, because already, he was thinking of gifting her a jewel of some sort, to go along with the drawing he had done for her by Richard.

"I see." Rhiannon smiled. She nodded to the goblet in his hand. "You should save that for your soak, my sweet. You'll be surprised how relaxed your muscles will feel."

"Really?"

"Yes. And stretch your muscles when you're in there. The heat of the water will do wonders for you."

"Very well. Seems like very sound advice, my lady. I shall try that." Nottingham said as he set the goblet back down on the table. "You know, I'd normally ask you to join me, but that wouldn't work with our plans right — "

"I know, sugar." Rhiannon said, softly.

The Sheriff smiled.

"Was that the only thing about our nuptials you wanted to discuss, my angel?" Nottingham asked.

"Yes. I needed to make sure you still… wanted — "

"It's always been you, my lady. Of course, I want you by my side. Always." he said softly, but firmly. His amber hazel eyes burned into hers as he spoke.

"Oh, George." she said. She moved closer to him and embraced him.

He held onto her and kissed the top of her head.

"Do not doubt my devotion to you, my angel. You are the one." Nottingham whispered.

"I've doubts about being a good wife. A good mother. I don't doubt my love for you. Or yours for me… although, I guess I did for a moment last night… " Rhiannon sighed.

"Good. Now, I've a message to give to you before the servants arrive with the warm water." he began.

"Oh? What is the message, my sweet?"

"I had a meeting with Guy and Robert earlier. Your brother asked me to pass this along to you: Your wish has been granted."

"He's staying? Oh, that's marvellous, my love!" Rhiannon exclaimed.

"Yes, my angel. There's a lot of affection for you inside of these castle walls." Nottingham said.

"It's wonderful." she sighed, happily.

"Everything is unfolding as it should, my lady." the Sheriff said as he pulled away from her to look into her eyes. "Our wedding day is nearing. Your brother and sister in law are nearby. You're faring well. I only have one more fish to fry, and my men shall be well armed for it — thanks in part to your brother; and there's more great plans on the way." Nottingham smiled.

"Hmm. Really? What did you mean with the one more fish to fry part? From the talk I've been picking up on, I thought there was only one to begin with?" Rhiannon pried.

"Yes. There was another problem, but that got dealt with, my lady. Rest assured." he said.

"I see. Another outlaw?" Rhiannon asked. She hoped it was that and not one of his staff, like when he executed Hector.

"Indeed, my dear. Another outlaw. They shall no longer pose a threat." he nodded.

"That is good to know." Rhiannon said. She paused, then added, "It's funny how Sir Guy hasn't mentioned these dangerous criminals to Meridwyn. Now, you tell me there were two of them roaming about." she sighed with a suspicious quirk of her brow.

"It's neither here, nor there, Rhiannon. This one only recently became known to me. My men and I have been in pursuit in both cases." he stated, matter of factly.

"I see." Rhiannon sighed. "Alright, so what are the great plans in store that you speak of? Can you at least explain that?"

"Yes. It has to do with the betterment of our family. Yours. Mine. Everyone." Nottingham remarked in his usual enigmatic way.

Rhiannon narrowed her aqua green eyes , then quirked her brow, questioningly.

"How — specifically?" Rhiannon asked with a huff. Why could he never be direct?

"In time, my dear. It shall make sense, all in due time."

"Why must you do that, George?"

"Do… what, exactly?" the Sheriff asked with a quirk of his brow.

"You're frequently indirect. You speak in riddles at times. Or, you just throw out hints."

"That is all I can say about this particular matter. I've made the plans and I've yet to execute them. I can't be direct with you about the specifics of how our families will be bettered, because there's other people I must consult. I can only tell you that great things are in store, my lady." a beat. "Believe it."

"Alright… " Rhiannon said as she looked intently into his eyes. What was he up to?

A half hour later, the Sheriff had just stepped into the steaming bath. It took a moment to get acclimated, and then it felt divine to soak his muscles in the soothing heat. He began by doing some stretches of some of his muscles, as Rhiannon had suggested. He stretched every muscle that was aching, then grabbed his goblet of brandy, which was placed on a table to the right of him.

He sipped it and the soothing liquid began to warm him, faster than it normally would. He reclined back, immersed to his shoulders in the water, and closed his eyes a moment.

In an effort to distract him from the conversation he'd just had with Rhiannon, the Sheriff thought of his final meeting of the day, before setting out to look for his lady. His meeting with his Counsel.

Mortianna was surprised to see him again. She wasn't expecting to meet with him again so soon. It was highly unusual that they would meet that often in one day. She greeted the Sheriff at the base of the steps that descended from his den.

"It is done." Mortianna accurately surmised with a nod.

"Yes." he replied, simply.

"Come. From the looks of it, it appears ye need to sit, Milord." the witch beckoned him with a wave of her arm, gesturing inside.

"That won't be necessary, Madam. There's something I need to give to you. Have you gloves you can toss after use?" Nottingham asked.

"Well, yes. I do, Milord. I shall fetch them." she said, as she turned to exit the room.

Soon, she had returned. She showed the gloves to her Lord.

"Good. Put them on. It's just a precaution, Madam. I have an old pair of gauntlets I will be donning. The same pair I had with me when the deed was performed." he explained.

Mortianna donned her old black leather gloves, then regarded him, curiously.

Nottingham began by putting his gauntlets on, then he reached into the pocket of his doublet and extracted the empty vial.

The witch was stunned.

"This vial needs proper disposal. I don't want it laying about; and I didn't think it wise to toss it in a stream, a fire, or on the ground somewhere. A child could find it." Nottingham explained.

"Ah. And… I was the obvious choice to handle the disposal of it, I see." the witch frowned.

"There is no one else. Only you would know what to do." the Sheriff stated, firmly.

"Very well." Mortianna nodded. She closed her eyes a moment, then looked into his. "I'm sensing a strange energy. It's coming from… perhaps a relative of hers, Milord?"

"That was expected. No matter what punishment she received — exile or death, she was going to be missed." a beat. "Is that all you're sensing, Mortianna?" he asked, pointedly.

"Only one other thing is coming through. Two words: Something's unfinished." Mortianna announced.

"But, you don't know what that is?"

"Correct, Milord. The details elude me. It is just a feeling, and words coming to me." she explained.

"It could be anything unfinished, really. The child her relative hasn't birthed yet —maybe that relative is angry. Or, it could be that's the unfinished part, that Celestria won't meet the child. Perhaps other people the consort knew are in a state?" he exhaled a sigh, then folded his arms. "I left nothing unfinished. This much, I know."

"Understood. And I am only relaying the message, Milord. I didn't need to tell ye, but ye deserved fair warning. That is what I know." Mortianna said.

"Fair warning. Ha! You told me nothing. Yet another riddle." he huffed.

"Whatever it is that is unfinished will eventually declare itself, Milord. For now, it is over. You accomplished the task. Don't dwell too much on the portents." Mortianna cautioned.

"Very well. I wasn't too concerned, anyway. I can't imagine that myself, nor my men couldn't handle a disgruntled relative, or associate of the conniving consort." Nottingham remarked, shaking his head.

"Indeed. You're correct, Milord. I shall get rid of this vial properly. Was there anything else I can assist with?"

"No, Madam. That will be all." he said as he turned toward the steps. Then, he stopped and turned back around to face her. "Wait. There is one more thing." he hinted.

Nottingham reached into the pocket of his surcoat. Not the same pocket he had Floria's bag tucked in earlier. He pulled out an object wrapped in a small swatch of linen.

"This was the goblet that contained the foxglove tainted wine. Get rid of that, too. Burn it if you must. I leave these items with you to decide on the safest way to prevent possible further harm to anyone." he directed.

"Very well, Milord. It shall be done." Mortianna assured him with a nod.

The Sheriff took another drink from his goblet. Madness! Something unfinished? What was that supposed to indicate? It had to be something benign and obscure, because he was confident there was nothing left unfinished on his end. He thought of every detail, right down to moving the body, and proper disposal of the two receptacles that held the foxglove.

He would not waste another thought on the consort and whatever negative energy was emitting from someone she knew. The deed was done, and it was time for the entire ordeal to be forgotten.

Lady Rhiannon was tending to the fire in the fireplace of the bedchamber. She was coaxing the kindling to ignite, and soon some good sized flames took hold. She added more kindling and thought of what she'd read of the entry by Lady Aelesia. What was the woman inferring? Rhiannon was anxious about reading further. She didn't like the tone of what she'd read thus far. Did Osric hurt George's mother? Lady Rhiannon was almost afraid to find out.

The fire was sufficiently ignited and burning well, so she added a log to it. Satisfied, she removed her gown, then added her dressing gown over her white cotton shift. She pulled the edges of the dressing gown close about her then tied the sash into a neat bow around her waist. She grabbed the large book from the table at the bedside, then a goblet of water, and proceeded to sit on a large cushion she had already placed on the floor directly in front of the fire, which was burning nicely now in the fireplace.

She was curious, and far too riveted to the story she was reading to not proceed further. Lady Rhiannon went back to the same entry she'd been trying to read for the last two days. Both times she was interrupted in the exact same place, but she was determined she would finish reading it. She took a sip of water from the goblet, set it on the polished tiled floor beside her, then started again, right from the beginning…

"Wednesday, January 2nd, 1157;

It's strange to be writing. I should be eager with the start of a new year, but I'm uneasy.

Monday evening's festivities began merrily, but ended rather strangely. I don't know what to make of Evie's betrothed, but he's starting to act a little… sinister? Or, perhaps I'm making a fuss over nothing? Something just isn't right about him. I know that now. He's… quite mysterious, in a rather… cloak and dagger manner. This worries me for Evie's sake. He doesn't strike me as the kind of man who is suited to being a decent husband."

Rhiannon furrowed her brow and looked toward the fire for a moment, taking in what she'd just read. What does she mean by "sinister"? He's not sounding too sinister so far. She looked down at the page again and continued.

"Shortly after midnight , early Tuesday morning, he showed me that strange, dark part of him. It elicits chills thinking about it.

I left the Grand Hall to grab a warm woollen shawl from the bedchamber. I'd just arrived to the base of the stairs when he suddenly appeared behind me. He behaved most inappropriately and, I dare say, boldly. He grabbed my arm. I pulled away, of course. He tried to get near to me, essentially blocking me against the stair railing. This time, I pushed him away and quickly headed back to the Grand Hall. I needed to get to my husband.

Master Osric was seeming more of a threat than a family ally at this point, on what should have been a merry occasion. He is newly engaged to my sister, and it's the start of a new year. I don't believe he respects the idea of marriage, and he clearly doesn't respect my sister, or our family.

I don't want Evie to marry him. He is unsuitable, and rather frightening. I attempted to relay this to Mother, and she wants me to leave it alone. How can I do that? He will not bring happiness to Evie, and I'd prefer not to be near him. I've an unnerving sense about him. I've decided now to do what I should have done first and foremost. I'm going to take this directly to Father. He won't stand for… "

"I never thought I'd see a sight like this, but I shouldn't be too surprised." Nottingham chuckled as he strode into the bedchamber, fresh from his bath. His black silk quilted robe swirled about him as he moved.

Rhiannon jolted at the sound of his voice.

"Are you alright, my lady? Why are you jumpy? Do I frighten you?"

"No, my sweet. Not at all. I was reading a rather intense part in this book." Rhiannon said as she closed the large book containing the private notes — from his late mother.

"I see. Well, we have furniture you can rest upon, my lady. You really shouldn't be sitting on the floor. It can't be good for you just now." the Sheriff said. He sighed.

"I'm not sitting on the floor. I'm sitting upon a cushion that's on the floor, sugar. It was the closest I could get to the fire." she said as she stood, holding her book. She put the goblet on the mantle, then turned toward him.

"I see. And you made a good fire, indeed." he smiled.

"Thank you." Rhiannon said. She walked over to the table beside the bed and placed the book upon it. "My brothers taught me how to make fire." she said as she turned around, and was startled to see he was standing fairly close to her, about five feet away.

"When our father died, Rhiannon insisted we teach her everything. And I mean —everything… " the Sheriff could hear Robert's voice echoing those very words to him from earlier this day.

"George?"

"Yes, my angel."

"Are you quite yourself? You're right here in front of me, but you looked pensive just a moment ago." she pointed out.

"It's fine. Just a fleeting thought I had, my lady." he said.

"Oh. I see. About what?"

"Well… our wedding." he replied, smoothly.

"Right. What about it?"

"We need lots of light. Candles, torches. We need plenty of wine flowing, music, and… dancing." he smiled as he moved in closer to her.

"We have never — "

"Danced? I know. Not sure how that happened, but we have yet to dance, my angel." the Sheriff said, softly. He reached out to grasp her hands in his.

"We were too busy doing other things. Mostly, you were too busy either looking for me, saving my life, or chasing after outlaws." Rhiannon said.

"We've done many things together, my lady. Kissed in the rain, stood under a waterfall, riding, setting up camp. We have even endured boring Sunday Worship together. We have never danced." Nottingham stated, softly.

"We were about to at Sir Guy and Meridwyn's wedding fete, but — "

"Fate had other ideas. Thank Zeus you survived that. We have much to celebrate, my angel. On the night of our wedding, we shall dance." Nottingham said as he reached out to her and softly touched her cheek with his right hand.

She leaned into his hand, closing her eyes and smiling. She reached up with her left hand to place her hand over his.

"Yes, my prince. I look forward to that special night. You and I, with all of the people who care for and support us." Lady Rhiannon said as she opened her eyes to meet his.

He swallowed dryly, unobtrusively of course, as he looked into her eyes. She looked ravishing this evening with her still damp hair braided with a ribbon matching the burgundy colour of her velvet dressing gown, tied in a delicate bow. Something about the glow coming from the fire and candlelight around them, and the contrast colours of her white shift and the dressing gown seemed to intensify her green eyes. He could feel himself respond to it.

No. I won't give in. For the sake of the child she's carrying — at the very least, do not do it!

Nottingham slowly and discreetly inhaled a breath as he took his hand from her face and moved back a step or two.

"Perhaps… we should practice, my lady? We could have our steps perfected by then. Since the day is about us, we might as well be the best when everyone begins to dance." Nottingham gave a knowing grin, and quirked his brow for good measure.

He had her attention then. Initially, she was about to decline. Rhiannon didn't wish to get too close since they both agreed they would avoid intimacy. However, when his brow raised, she changed her mind.

"Alright, George. I agree. We should practice. Why not?" she chuckled. Then, her expression straightened. "When shall we start?" she sighed.

"Now. What say you, my lady?"

"What?" Rhiannon giggled. "What are you going to do? Summon for a bunch of minstrels to drop by your chambers just now?" she laughed.

"Have you no imagination, Rhiannon?" Nottingham sighed, shaking his head. "I take it you don't know any melodies."

"Oh. I do, in fact. I used to play a pan flute and the psaltery. I haven't done so since I left our family home to journey to Nottingham. I'm a bit out of practice." Rhiannon announced.

The Sheriff stared at her with his eyes widened. He was truly surprised.

"George?" she asked, curiously.

"You're serious? You play two instruments?" he asked.

"Yes. I also make my own music, complete with words — "

"Is there anything you can't do?" he asked, genuinely.

"Oh, sure, my sweet! I cannot sew, and I'm not the best at cooking. And then I… cannot say no to you, or outdoor adventures." she teased.

"Rhiannon." he whispered. "Then, why don't you hum us one of your tunes? I'm interested to hear it."

"You shall be the first to hear it." she said.

"Good." the Sheriff smiled. "Come, my beautiful lady. Take my hand, and we shall move to your original melody." he invited her with a seductive grin. He held his right hand out to her.

Lady Rhiannon smiled and followed his lead. She reached out and took his hand. They held their hands high, moving slowly in circles in front of the fireplace. She quietly hummed a cheerful sounding melody. After about a minute, he stopped her.

"Where are the words to it, my angel? Does this melody not have verses?"

"It does. It's brief because it's unfinished, however. Also, I just… usually only sing when I'm alone." Rhiannon said.

"Do it, my lady. Let me hear it." the Sheriff said, softly.

She sighed.

"Very well." Rhiannon conceded.

They grasped hands again, assumed position, and Rhiannon began fo sing.

"At moonrise, think of the grieved, the lonely, the cheated,

Oh, be a light, we must,

Light shall return to us… "

They spent a few minutes dancing, and then Rhiannon stopped.

"What is it, Rhiannon?" Nottingham asked.

"That's all I have of the words thus far; but… I, uh… actually composed a tune about… you." she said, tentatively.

The Sheriff shook his head slowly, in awe.

"You… what?" he asked, slowly.

"Yes. Remember I told you that I used to imagine you in my dreams before we even met? That was when I composed it." she said. "The man I imagined was you. He appeared exactly like you. I couldn't make out details, but the basic features were exactly as you are. The tune is all about you." Rhiannon explained.

"Fascinating, my lady. Let's have a listen, then." he encouraged her with a smile.

Within moments, her sweet tones were heard as she began to sing softly to him while they resumed their dance.

"In the solitude I see him in my dreams,

The dark wraith who haunts;

The Knight shall come, I do believe,

The man whose role is paramount.

Spare a thought for the lady,

Yearning for her Knight;

She knows she needs him, though she is afraid;

She has only seen him in her mind."

At this moment, Nottingham stopped moving and just looked deeply into her eyes. He was still holding her hand and encouraging her to continue with a gentle smile.

"Spare a thought for your lady,

Dark Knight of the dreamer;

She's knows you exist somewhere,

She is yours, but you have yet to meet her." Rhiannon sang, softly.

They began to move again, slowly this time, with Rhiannon alternating between singing and humming. When she finished, he pulled her closer to him.

"Now, my lady, that deserves an award, and a preview of what to expect on our wedding night." he whispered with a salacious grin, as he leaned down and bestowed unto her lips a passionate kiss. He held her close to him as he tasted her lips with his.

Rhiannon felt her body submit as her muscles relaxed, and her knees weakened. Her breath quickened, and she held unto him fast.

"George… " she whispered.

"I know. I shouldn't have done that, but I needed to, my lady." the Sheriff said. He pulled away from her and quietly cleared his throat. "Come. I'd feel better if you put your feet up." he said. He gestured toward the bed with his left hand, while offering his right arm to her.

"Very well." Rhiannon nodded. She took his arm and let him lead her.

Soon she was reclined against the pillows. He positioned himself beside her, placing his arm around her. She leaned into him as he covered her with the blanket.

"Forgive me. That was a misguided idea I had." he said.

"What do you mean, George? The kiss?"

"No. The ludicrous notion that we should practice dancing." he sighed. "Dont misunderstand. Your song was brilliant. Mesmerizing. But, dancing? Dancing. What was I thinking? My lady, I know it's a very special day; however, I think we should just stick to one brief dance. There shall be no more practice. We just had our practice." Nottingham declared, firmly.

"What? Ridiculous, George. For the love of Mary, it's no different than a brisk walk. You know I have no trouble with brisk walks… even now." she said, mindlessly.

"Oh, really?" he asked as his left eyebrow shot north.

"Of course, George. I told you about some of my walks."

"You didn't mention anything about them being brisk. Just how fast, exactly?" he asked firmly.

"A faster pace than most maidens would walk, but not a run." she said.

"Right." a beat. "Not anymore. It's time you slow it down a little, Rhiannon. Perhaps a glass of brandy a day would help you relax some?" the Sheriff suggested.

"No. I don't think it's best. I'm beginning to think Meridwyn has a point about that." Rhiannon stated.

"That's a… shame, my lady." he sighed.

"Why a shame? It's likely safer for the child. Imbibing too much would be like feeding him poison. It can't be magick that makes a child grow in the womb. Something inside their mothers feeds them. I'm convinced. What goes in my body probably goes in his, and I won't have it, George." Rhiannon said, firmly.

"Very well. Makes sense, but… if that has you so concerned, then do heed my words about taking it slower, my dear. Walk at a slower pace. Rest as often as you can." he implored her.

"Alright. If it pleases you, I… will." she nodded.

"Good. I told you it won't always be like this, my lady. Look, you could do as you please — within the walls of the property, of course; but I'd prefer not to have to face another crisis where your health is concerned, frankly." the Sheriff admitted.

"Understood. I feel better adding activity, personally, but I will follow your wishes." Rhiannon said. She inhaled a breath then looked up at him. "But, let us practice a few more times. Let us dance. We shall only marry once, George. Let's make it perfect."

"One, maybe two more brief sessions. Then no more dancing until our wedding celebration, my dear." he said.

"Very well." she smiled.

"I want to hear that tune of yours at our wedding. Teach the musicians your melody so that it can be played."

"Alright." Rhiannon nodded.

"Is there more to that intriguing song you composed about us, my lady?" the Sheriff asked as he turned to look into her eyes.

"Yes. It's the only one that's near completion. I thought it was finished, but I have more to add." Rhiannon said, softly.

"The things you can do amaze me. Just over a year in, and I'm still learning something new about you." Nottingham said.

"I'm sure I don't know everything about you." she said.

"I can assure you, I possess no hidden talent, my lady."

"It doesn't need to be a talent, or even an accomplishment. Just… anything you haven't revealed to me yet." Rhiannon hinted. Her brow quirked, knowingly.

Right. Like the child you've forgotten about. The persons I've been after from the moment we met who wanted you dead. The private executions I've performed. Where do I begin, my lady? You can't know all of them, but you shall soon know about our son — even though I actually did try to tell you about him nearly two months ago, and your reaction was laughter. He sighed.

"George?"

"I can't think of anything pertinent I haven't told you." he lied, but he wasn't prepared for the reveal right now.

"Very well." she whispered.

"It shall be perfect — our wedding day. I am certain." he said.

"Yes. We shall have the perfect feast, the finest flowers — "

"The details don't concern me as much. It will be perfect because we shall officially be what we are already in our hearts: Man and wife." he said.

"Indeed, my sweet prince. At last." she smiled.

"You shall be my bride. I couldn't ask for more than that. Although, I do ask fate to keep you safe." the Sheriff said, softly.

"I am happy to be yours, for always, my love." Rhiannon smiled.

"And you can sing to me anytime you wish." he smiled as he kissed her forehead. "There's nothing else about you I should know, is there? No other secret talents, or skills?"

"Nothing I can think of just now." she lied.

"Rest, my angel. Lean into me and close your eyes."

She sighed happily, and followed his command.

"Are you warm enough, my lady?" he asked.

"Yes. We have a good fire, there's a blanket, and you are beside me." she whispered as she nuzzled against him.

"Good."

"What about you? You looked chilled before you entered the bath chamber."

"I was, but I'm fine now." he said. "It's you I'm concerned about."

"All is well, my love. I promise you." Rhiannon whispered.

Let's hope it stays that way. He thought.

"That is good. Just do what you can to keep yourself hale." the Sheriff said.

"Yes." she whispered. Her eyelids were growing heavy. She was too fatigued to say much more.

"Goodnight, my angel." he said as he kissed the top of her head.

"Stay with me… until I fall asleep." Rhiannon whispered.

Nottingham looked upon her, curiously.

"I know you are restless some nights." she said.

"Of course, I'll stay with you. And you are right, my angel. Do not worry. I'm where I want to be." the Sheriff smiled as he kissed the top of her head.

Lady Rhiannon closed her eyes and smiled as she nuzzled against him, feeling the heat of his body warm her, until she was fast asleep.

The Parish Priest was startled by the knock on the door. It was never a sign of anything good when he was summoned at this hour.

He opened the door of his manor which was a short distance away from the church he ministered at, by about fifty yards. His caretaker was there, looking rather pressed about something. The Priest was wondering if one of his parishioners, or perhaps one of his family had taken ill?

"Yes, Fladius. What brings you at this hour?"

"Forgive me, Father Tuttle. We seem to have a situation, and I'm not certain how you'd wish to handle it." the middle aged, silver haired man reported to him.

"I see. And what is that, Fladius?" the Priest asked, curiously.

"We've a very sick young maiden on our hands, I'm afraid." Fladius said, shaking his head.

"Oh. One of the parishioners? Am I to administer last rights?"

"Hmm. Perhaps, but… no. That's not what I was leading up to. I don't know this maiden, Father. She just appeared on the doorstep of the church. I only just saw her. It's rather chilly out here, so I brought her inside there. You best come straightaway, Father. She's not able to speak yet, but she's warm and breathing. I've never seen this lassie, but she looks young to me. We must help her." Fladius suggested.

"Indeed. Let's go and see about this. We will need to get her settled into comfortable quarters. There's a reason you found her, Fladius. She was likely seeking solace." the Priest said.

Some fifteen minutes later, Father Tuttle, and Fladius, the caretaker, were approaching a bench in the nave of the church where the young maiden lay in repose.

"Miss? Are you quite alright?" Fladius called to her as he gently shook her.

The maiden opened her blue eyes and could see shapes and light coming from the burning torches and candles, behind the two older appearing men. She only knew they were older by the silver and white colours coming through, she guessed from their hair.

"Miss? I am Father Tuttle. You were found right outside the doors of this church. Are you able to speak?" the Priest asked.

She opened her mouth, but couldn't make a sound. The words were clear in her mind, but she couldn't convey them. She shook her head slowly, for every movement felt an impossible feat.

"We're going to get you taken care of. I'd like to move you from here to a more comfortable place, and summon for a healer to see to you. Do you agree to it, Miss? You only need to nod." the Priest said, gently.

The dark haired maiden managed a nod, then fell asleep again.

"I think you mean a medicus, Father." Fladius corrected him.

"Ha! I can only think of one. He is the Sheriff's personal physician, and I'm not inclined to involve him." the Priest exhaled a sigh. "You know the Sheriff is actually domiciled with his betrothed? And Bishop of Hereford has agreed to marry them. Blasphemy!" he exclaimed in a huff.

"Aye, Father." Fladius sighed.

"I'm not falling for this nobleman act of his, as others are. It's lunacy that he is permitted to marry at all, never mind in a house of God! You know this, Fladius. There's something shady about the whole lot of them, right down to the Bishop. And I can't trust a man who associates with them — medicus or not."

"I see. Very good points, Father."

"Indeed. Help me move her out of here, won't you? I have comfortable guest quarters in my manor. I shall summon for Sister Isemay to tend to her, as well as a healer. I'm no physician, but I'm certain that bloodletting will be in order." Father Tuttle said.

"I would agree. Very well, Father Tuttle. I will take care of the summons for you." he nodded. He then nodded to the maiden as he continued. "We'll need to carry her. She's very weakened." Fladius suggested.

"Indeed." Father Tuttle agreed.

Together, they lifted the sleeping maiden, carried her through the church, and through the pouring rain outside until they reached the Priest's manor. From there, she was carried inside and was settled onto a cozy bed in comfortable guest quarters, yet the maiden was completely unaware of what was happening.