You Are Loved

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

True to his master's word, Thornton had taken Morgan back to Knighton Hall, making sure she got inside safely before leaving to make his way back to Locksley Manor, and side-stepping Marian's questions about what had happened. His only reply had been that she needed to speak directly to his master as it was not his place to explain.

Thornton, along with the rest of the staff, had heard the yelling and a good portion of the argument between the lady, and Sir Guy last night. Because of this Thornton had his hands full, trying to quell the gossip amongst the staff. He knew there was more to the story than just the argument, fifteen plus years of marriage had taught him to read between the lines. Thornton had made up his mind to talk to Sir Guy, his master trusted his opinion in the past and had even sought answers from him. If Guy was left to himself there was a good chance, that he would be too stubborn to realize a mistake had been made, one that he would regret for the rest of his life. Thornton knew that Lady Morgan and Sir Guy were made for each other, that they had many things in common, and complimented each other very well. The main thing they both had in common, he thought sadly, as they had both been betrayed by people close to them at one point in their lives.

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You are loved

Don't give up

It's just the weight of the world

Don't give up

Everyone needs to be heard

You are loved

-You Are Loved by Josh Groban

Morgan was trying to pretend nothing had happened, and to go about her life as normally as possible. Marian was already suspect that something wasn't right, but Morgan kept brushing her off, or even going so far as to avoid her. It had only been four days since Morgan and Guy fought, but it felt like months to Morgan. She wasn't sure how long she could keep up the pretense that everything was fine, she thought as she continued stabbing the dirt with her spade. She had tried to tend to her garden, foolishly believing it would keep her mind off everything. However, as the tears started to trickle down her face, again, she screamed, in frustration. Throwing down her spade, she ran upstairs to her room, slamming the door behind her, flinging herself onto the bed, and crying herself to sleep.

Awaking the next morning, and feeling horrible, Morgan knew it was day five of her life without Guy. She was dead on the inside and wished this nightmare was over. She just wished she could know for certain if it was all over or not, she felt with almost a shadow of a doubt, that it was, but there was a tiny part deep inside of her that wasn't sure that was the case. Morgan walked downstairs into the kitchen and was so engrossed in her dark thoughts, that she hadn't even realized that she had grabbed an apple and started to cut it into pieces with a knife.

'It's obvious Guy doesn't want anything to do with me. He must hate me, just as Robin did. If Guy loved me, he would have come back by now, and yet he hasn't! I can't deal with this pain, and everywhere I turn there is something that reminds me of him and what we had. What was it all for; me coming here? I thought, after Robin, it was Guy, but now I have no clue. Maybe I can get something from the apothecary that will help me solve all of this—' "Ouch! Son of a bitch, that hurt!" Morgan dropped the apple she had been cutting and looked down at her hand seeing a long gash that was bleeding profusely. 'Well, I guess it's nice to know I still bleed...' Morgan thought morbidly; however, before she could finish her train of thought, or even grab a towel to stop the bleeding, a familiar voice spoke, "Here, let me." and two big hands gently wrapped a towel around her injured hand while removing the knife from her other hand and placing it on the counter before she could hurt herself again.

Morgan looked up, it couldn't be, could it? She saw the familiar blue eyes and dark hair. Morgan's legs suddenly felt numb, causing her to lose her balance.

Guy scooped her up easily, and placed her in a nearby chair, concern etched on his face. He didn't think she lost enough blood to become faint, but shortly after cutting open her hand, her face had gone white and her legs gave out. Morgan was still conscious, but he couldn't get her to respond.

She was in a daze, Morgan could see the concerned look on Guys' face and see his lips moving, but she heard no sound. Was he there in front of her, or had she finally gone mad and this was a hallucination, or maybe a twisted dream? If this was a dream, she didn't want to wake up from it ever.

Just as Guy was about to call for help Morgan came back to reality, "Guy, are you here, or are you a figment of my imagination? How do I know this is real?" Morgan asked, her dark blue eyes filling up with tears.

"Yes Morgan, I am here. I came to apologize for all but physically throwing you out of the house, I was scared, Morgan. I was scared that you still loved Locksley and—"

"But Guy I don't. I love you and only you, I told you that—" Morgan started to argue but stopped when Guy put a finger to her lips, and his thumb brushing away the tears that had started to fall. "Shh, let me finish woman. I thought you might still be in love with Locksley, and that he once again took something from me that I cared about. Morgan what I'm trying to say is that I'm not the easiest man to love, and sometimes I don't know why you stay with me. Trust me when I say I couldn't do it if I stood where you stood. What I'm wanting to say is I would like to continue moving forward with our engagement. If you will still have me."

Morgan's face lit up, her eyes sparkling again as she launched herself out of her chair and into Guy's embrace, almost causing him to fall backward. She kissed him with such a passion that she blushed, slightly embarrassed that she had lost control for a moment. She brought her hands to cup his face, running them down his strong jaw, and then just like that the spell was broken as Morgan let out a hiss of pain. Her injured hand had decided at that moment to start throbbing in pain.

Guy's smile turned into a frown as he took Morgan's injured hand in his, he removed the blood-soaked towel and took a further look at the cut. It was deep enough that it would require stitches. "What am I going to do with you?" He asked her light-heartedly.

Morgan grinned at him and whispered something in his ear, causing him to let out a deep laugh. "Aye, I think I can manage that, but first let's get your hand taken care of, shall we?" Guy asked as he kissed Morgan, and it was at that moment that he realized that he truly belonged to the woman in front of him, there was no way he could leave her.