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✣ WILL YOU TOLERATE THIS?
KRYSTYNA WAS LATE ALREADY, SHE had to change afterthe meeting and before the party for Robin. She put on another one of her blue dresses, this one a bit more glamorous and appropriate for the occasion.
The woman was standing beside her father, as he waited at the top of the stairs for Robin's return. Sir Guy's gaze seemed to linger on the woman, he never often saw her get so dressed up. However, her attention was constantly at the door, waiting for that familiar face to walk through it.
"Ah, Huntingdon, you're missing your own feast. Rumours' bound." Her eyes rolled at her father, how could he be so rude to Robin. He had only been back two days and a few hours - and already he was crossing her father.
"What rumours?" The noble asked, a rather serious look upon his features.
"That you are weak. That you have returned weakened from your exertions in The Holy Land."
Just as she was about to step forward, Guy's grip was fixed on her arm; he stopped her from doing something that she would regret. A glare was aimed up at him before her attention was drawn back to Much - she was pleased he was prepared to stand up for Robin. "My Master returns with honours. Honours from the King."
Yet, Robin performed a similar action to what Guy had done to Krystyna. He silenced his friend, his gaze lingering on the woman behind the Sheriff. The man beside the maiden was glaring at her friend, and she knew that the hatred between them would only grow and grow.
"Hm, well the great honour would have been to have stood and fought with him, surely."
"I have visited my peasants in your dungeons. They have committed grave crimes." Robin began to speak, gaze turning back to the shorter Sherriff.
"Master, surely..." Much tried to interject before he was interrupted in turn.
"Which would make all the more compassionate your gesture of pardoning them."
"Pardoning them? I will see them hang. In the morning, you yourself said that we risk rebellion, we must have order." The Sheriff seemed to chuckle, a smirk on his face.
"Hang, father?" The woman now spoke up, shrugging Sir Guy's grip off and walking towards the Sheriff of Nottingham. Her eyes showed betrayal, she was told that they would not be killed. Since the people from Locksley had arrived the night before, she had been down there making sure they were fed properly. Her father often ignored the prisoners and a few had even died due to starvation. "Father! They stole flour, that is not a crime that deserves a hanging."
His anger grew, mostly towards his daughter. Often, he was calm and collected in front of people, unless his daughter was the one to make him angry. His hand raised, almost as if he were to slap her - but he stopped.
"Know your place, girl." An angry gaze was fixed on the Lady of the castle, and she bowed her head before taking a step back. She should have known. After three years, she had to remain in place, otherwise, she would be the one to end up in the dungeons. There was no doubt about that.