OutlawBandit
The chill in the air sent a shiver running down Robin's spine. A week until the new year, and he knew the worst of the snow still hadn't fallen - even though there was already more that a foot blanketing the least traveled paths of the forest. Every year he forgot about the cold which seeped in to the bones (through layers of sheepskin and rabbit fur he slung over his back each winter) and every year was shocked by just how much it affected him. There was little shelter offered from the trees their leaves served as a canopy in the summer months long gone, and replaced with nothing but exposed, bare branches - no match for the unrelenting flurries that feel nearly the whole season through.
His men stayed back at camp probably wondering why he hadn't returned. Truth be told although he was lost he was enjoying his time alone away from the busy camp. He felt a break away from his loud men was necessary. He plodded through the snow when he was aware of a noise behind hi, he spun on his heel when he heard the familiar voice.
"The infamous Robin Hood."
"What a treat." said the cold voice again.
She was in front of him eyes narrowed and hand raised in expectation, in readiness of a fight. The Queen started him dead in the eyes. He wouldn't run. He wasn't a fool. Running would get him nowhere and he wasn't a coward, if this was his fate he would face it. He felt his bow and quiver disappear fro his back and his voice hitched in his throat.
"Your Majesty," he swallowed thickly grateful there was no quiver to his voice
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