An adaptation of the movie "The Secret of Moonacre" which was loosely based on "The Little White Horse" book.
This story introduces Constance Merryweather. A young 20-year old girl destined for more than the city life she was brought up in. After t...
"Now Princess, do you remember what I said before? Pouting does not suit you."
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"Oh for goodness sake will you stop calling me that... and stop staring at me that way it's amoral!" Robin did not stop. Instead, he began to deeply chuckle as he lowered himself onto her bed making himself comfortable with his hands behind his head as he stared at the sky painted ceiling. "You're awfully touchy this evening Constance." She nearly reprimanded him again, nearly, but she stopped herself when she processed that he had said her name and sighed. "What are you doing here Robin? I ought to call Wrolf up here right now..."
"So why haven't you?" The young bandit asked not able to mask his intrigue. The girl in front of him, who still stood with her arms crossed, sighed. "If I'm honest, I just want you to be truthful. Surely, you're not all bad? Everyone has a heart, even if it is small." Her question was an open-ended one and she did not mean to say it aloud.
"You're far too trusting for your own good." He stated and Constance shook her head in protest before sitting on her window seat opposite him. "And you're too stubborn for yours. You have clearly come here for a reason. A De Noir does not simply come on Merryweather property without a good reason."
"You're right." He stated as he straightened himself on her bed so that he could look into her pearl eyes. "You understand why I have to do it don't you?" His eyes softened innocently as he searched the girl's features for an answer that he did not have to wait long for. "Not really no. I don't understand how someone can spy on another or seek to harm someone else." She was annoyed and she had every right to be, he knew that, and he could not help the guilt that rose within him.
"Our families have had a feud for centuries. Have you read the book that you were given?" At first, she was intrigued but then her brows furrowed in confusion. "How do you know about our book?" Suddenly it all became overwhelmingly clear. "So it was you who spied on me even after my father's funeral?" He nodded. "I was ordered to."
"By your father?" she inquired and watched how his head bopped up and down to clarify her suspicions. "The book explains it better than I ever could but to sum it up, our families have always blamed each other for stealing the pearls and neither has admitted to owning them."
"Pearls? What could be so special about some pearls? Surely they are not worth all this hatred and pride?" It was Robin's turn to sigh. "Like I said the book will explain things better. The pearls were magical and both of our ancestors felt that they were entitled to the power they held, but things did not go as they planned."
"That book is a fairytale and anyway you can't just stop your explanation there, I need to know more especially if every time I go outside I can expect a lovely visit from you and your band of ruffians," Robin smirked as he stood up. He then began to take slow strides until he reached Constance who was trying to conceal her nerves by clenching the soft cushion she sat upon. Robin lowered himself to his knees in front of the timid girl. "Don't worry Princess, as long as I'm around those ruffians won't lay a finger on you. It's my Father you have to worry about anyway. Oh, and it's not a story it's our families heritage."
