Robin Hood x Reader (RHMIS) -DISCONTINUED-

5- A stall's approval and the invitation

A/N

Hi, it's me. This book is not dead, I had just more ideas and inspiration for the other two books. I promise you the next chapter won't take 6/7 months lmao.

Not every chapter will fully include interaction with Robin. I want you readers to connect to some other characters as well, to know what kind of bond you have with them. Don't worry, Robin will appear in the next chapter, I swear. Remember: This is a slow-burn romance! You won't immediately get into a relationship with Robin or start to have feelings for him that fast. It will take time, just like in real life.

Hope you enjoy this chapter and I'll see you guys in the next update!

L

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Warning: None.

Words: 4K+

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"C'mon, N/n, It's almost nine! You know we can't be late for this! So get your silly butt down here and eat your breakfast!"

You groaned to yourself as you sloppily shook the covers away from you. Your body immediately shivering from the cold air hanging around in your room. At night the coldness was heavenly, but when you just woke up and it was morning. Then it's not so pleasant.

You yawned as you tried stretching yourself a little, groaning even more at the satisfying feeling the stretch left off.

You sat up from your bed as you felt around your hair. Today was bathing day, but as you were running out of time -and felt your hair not being greasy at all, you decided to skip it until you came back.

You took some decent-looking clothes from the small closet and put them on as you almost tripped when putting on a shoe. You quickly combed your hair with gritted teeth as it got stuck in some tangled pieces of hair, taking some loose strands away with a small pain leaving off.

You looked in the small handholding mirror that lay on your desk shortly for the ensurity of your appearance before dashing down the stairs.

"Took you long enough." You heard your dad say as he was already washing a plate. You sighed to yourself as you let yourself fall back in a chair, a plate with pancakes in front of you.

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry that I'm so tired after being stuck in literal prison yesterday. Especially with such bad back pain. You really sleep great with that." You took a bite out of the pancake as you couldn't help but smile at the taste. Your dad was an amazing cook.

"We really should get you something for that. Maybe the medics on the market have some sort of cream to ease the pain." Your dad muttered to himself as he placed the now clean plate in a countertop. "How are the pancakes?"

"Delicious as always." Your dad smiled as he saw you finish your plate and walk to the counters only to hold his hand out to get the plate from you. You gave it to him and as he began the wash the plate you looked at the box that was put next to the door.

You approached it as your dad finished washing and noticed your curiosity. "Ah, that's the box with the examples of my work in it. Those clothing will be presented to the king for approval of our stall. I hope he likes them. What do you think?"

You went through some of the clothes and smiled as you saw his handwork on them. On each of his clothing, he found some way to embroider his name whether it was a line or pattern. You always found the urge in yourself to look for it.

There were some different tunics and robes sorted in there. A few were just blank designs while some others had either small patterns or lines on them. You smiled at your dad's creativity.