* 𝑀𝒶𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓃 𝒪𝒻 𝐻𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒹𝑜𝓃

- he grins at her. You can’t possibly like it here, do you? It was your father’s wish to have you sent away, to punish you.

- he’s kissing her lightly, smiling before watching to make sure no one spots them. come away with me, Marian.

⠀ ⠀ ❛ don't 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 me as well as you 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬. ❜

shh. do not raise your voice. - he chuckled and looked out the window, the guards still walking the alley ways. show that to the queen and tell her it’s from Rob.

I need you to do something for me. - he gave her a coin with significant value. I need you to give this to the Queen.

I missed you too. - he smiles and places his forehead to hers. don’t tell anyone I was here.

hello there. - a smirk and playful smile appear, still cautious that he shouldn’t be there. we must be quiet. - he spins her around and places a gentle kiss on her lips.

- he’s sneaking up behind her, hands being placed around her waist, a smile on his face.

How do you do, being so far from, Nottingham, to me?

Good morrow.

oh? - he chuckled and glanced with a smile. is that so?

good. - he nodded and lit a spark with a rock and one of his arrowheads, watching the flames form under the prepared fish.

ᅠ⠀ ᅠ ᅠ 𝖲𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝗂 𝗎𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗂 𝗌𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗈* 𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗂 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝐩𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐚╱ 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖻𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝗂𝗅 𝗆𝗂𝗈 &&. ᅠ ᅠ 𝒅͟𝒐͟𝒍͟𝒐͟𝒓͟ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ⠀ ᅠ⠀

ᅟᅟᅟ 𝑚𝑦 𝒃𝒐𝒘’𝒔 𝑎𝑠 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑎𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠.. 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝒎𝒚 𝑎𝑖𝑚 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓. ᅟᅟᅟ