"I love you, Druetta of Knighton, I love you more than words will ever know."
"I love you too, Robin of Locksley." She said looking into his beautiful blue eyes, she truly loves this man more than anything.
"Good, now I have a question for you." Robin spoke taking her hand in his own, getting down on one knee. "Will you marry me?"
Druetta of Knighton
I stood silently, unable to move whether it be from happiness or shock, I do not know. Robin was on one knee in front of me, my hand in his own. I had been picturing this moment in my mind since I was merely seven years old. His cerulean eyes gleamed in the light of the fire as he awaited my response.
"Yes, a thousand times yes!" I cried out in happiness, a lone tear sliding down my cheek. Keeping hold of my hand, he rose to his feet and met my lips for a short sweet kiss. He brought his free hand up, unfolding it to reveal a small diamond ring surrounded by a dozen tiny emeralds.
"I have carried this through the Holy Land, patiently waiting for the day I could give it to you." He spoke while placing it on my finger.
"Robin, it's beautiful!" I looked down at the ring, it fit perfectly— it looked like it belonged.
"It doesn't even hold a torch to the beauty of my fiance." He grinned for a moment before his expression shifted. "Did you hear that?" I listened carefully and heard a sound coming from outside, a horse's whinny and the squeaky wheels of a carriage. My paced paled as I realized who it was— my father and Marian were home. I quickly grabbed Robin's hand and pulled him upstairs to my room. The only way he could get out without being seen was going out my window. Luckily, there was the roof of the porch under my window. I heard the creaking of the porch steps as they neared the front door. They were talking about something, but I couldn't make out what. Robin moved quietly in front of me as he climbed out of the window. He stood on the porch roof, resting his arms on the windowsill. As the front door closed he pulled me into a quick kiss. He turned around and walked to the edge of the roof and looked back to me.
"Be careful." I whispered. He said nothing but winked in response. Then he was gone, and suddenly I felt a sense of loneliness wash over me. I didn't notice Marian calling my name from downstairs until she was standing in my doorway.
"Dru? Are you alright?" She asked a bit concerned.
"I am fine, you needn't worry my dear sweet sister." My voice laced with a bit of sarcasm as I turned away from the window and grinned at her. "How are you?"
"I am fine, but did you hear?" She asked, changing the subject.
"Robin has returned from the Holy Land. Everyone in Nottingham was talking about it. Gisborne stormed into the castle to alert the Sheriff."
"He's back?" I asked, trying to act surprised. Marian easily bought it. "Does that mean you can finally break your engagement off and stop toying with Sir Guy?"
"What are you talking about?" Don't get me wrong I absolutely adore my sister, but she is also my biggest rival, especially when it came to Robin.
"Did you not want to break off your engagement when he returned? I distinctly remember you saying that." My voice rose a bit, but only because Robin had lost every intention of marrying her. He was also my soon-to-be husband.
"I'm not sure anymore. Now that he is back, I might choose to marry him. But I do find Sir Guy quite attractive."
"Well Marian, make up your damn mind!" I could feel my face reddening with each word that left my mouth.
"Someone has quite the mouth on her, no wonder you have no suitors!" She spat at me with a disgusted look on her face. This just infuriated me even more. She had already turned and started walking back down the stairs, but before she reached the bottom step I yelled one more thing at her.
"It's not my fault my sister's become such a harlot!" I slammed my door and stomped over to my bed, I sat down with a loud huff. Marian was my biggest enemy, she always had been. While Father was so focused on her, he failed to notice all of my accomplishments. I had become a very skilled rider, archer, and swordsman. It was true, I had quite the mouth on me, and I swore a lot— I was vulgar. Many folks liked to describe me as a "spitfire", and they were right. I hated being controlled, I still do— especially by my perfect sister. One of the only people in my life that never treated me like the lesser sister was Robin. He and I were like two peas in a pod, both mischievous little children— we were best friends. While he and I got covered head to toe in dirt, Marian sat in the shade sewing, making sure to keep her dresses clean. As I laid my head on my pillow, my mind flipped through memories of my childhood with Robin, and I drifted off to sleep.
Fourteen Years Ago
Robin pulled my hand to keep me by his side as we ran through the forest. He told me he had a surprise for me, but what kind of surprise is in the middle of Sherwood Forest? The trees whizzed by in flashes of green and brown, until we stopped in a meadow.
"So what's the surprise?" I asked looking around.
"Don't you see it? The meadow? That's the surprise!" He gestured with his free hand, the other was still tightly gripping one of my own.
"What's so special about it?"
"Nobody else knows about it! Not your father, not the servants, not even Marian. He grinned down at me. "It's our own special spot."
"It's perfect!" I giggled
"Just like you…" Robin beamed back at me.