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AT FIRST, THE YOUNG GIRL HAD ALWAYS LOOKED UP TO HER FATHER; he was kind, and caring, she had been all he had when his wife and her mother had died. The pair were all each other had, and the little girl grew up taking his word as gospel.
At that moment, a young Krystyna was sitting outside the gates of Nottingham, dark brown eyes gazing at the forest that sat outside the city. She longed to go in there, but her father had always warned her about the people that lived there; they were not nice people, they were outlaws. And they lived outside the city and the law.
The young girl had a heart of gold, always giving and helping wherever she could. Whatever she had, she gave to someone else, no matter how much she wanted or needed it. Her blonde hair was sitting over her shoulder as her small fingers ran through the green grass that surrounded the area near the forest.
"Krystyna! What have I told you about sitting here?"
A yell of her father's voice seemed to echo through the silence of the outskirts of the city. No one lived out here, everyone was happily living inside the city's walls. The old Sheriff made sure that everyone was cared for, the King ruled over England and all was well.
But she was not aware of how much that was going to change. Within years, the King had left to fight in the Holy War; leaving England in the hands of his brother, Prince John.
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The girl, now a young woman, never liked Prince John; and she would continue to hold her dislike towards him.
People plotted against the old Sheriff, and her father was one of those. Prince John then gave out the Shire to her father, to become the new Sheriff of Nottingham. Her father grew cold, and harsher towards the people. He played in favour of Prince John, and the people of Nottingham began to starve. They could not afford their taxes, and her father began to squeeze the people of Nottinghamshire for all they had.
She protested. Her father ignored her. In his eyes, she had grown to be useless and disobedient. Gone were the days were it was just the pair of them, dark hues no longer held the admiration of her younger years. Instead, they were fuelled with a hidden hatred. But she put on a façade and played her part around him, most of the time.
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Three years passed, and she helped the people where she could. She would steal food to give to starving families, pass out her riches were ever she could - making sure not to get caught by a guard, or worse, Sir Guy.
The pair never seemed to get along too well, but, she was cared for. And on his good days, if she caught him at the right moment, they could be more cooperative. She could not tell how he felt towards her, he was unreadable.
Krystyna lived in the castle and accepted life as she was given it, but she did not want it. Her only wish was to see the people of Nottinghamshire happy, and as they all once were. No one sitting by the bridge to the city, starving; it was lucky if she could walk through the city without someone running to her and tugging on her clothing to try and pry money or some precious possession off of her.
The woman made a difference where she could, and more began to change when a very special friend returned.
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Here's the first look at my rewritten work. I began this story in 2016 on my old account sleepandlemongrass and I feel like my writing and style has improved a lot since then. My old works are slowly being rewritten on this new account, and I hope you all enjoy reading them - if you're an old reader or new, welcome!
