The Sheriff's Daughter BBC Robin Hood Fanfic

Chapter 13

Allan had to leave the party to track down a guy with a letter.

I sat back in my chair, listening to Guy and father talk. The Fool came up and asked if he could start the entertainment. The Fool had sparkles on his face, which made look strange. The man was funny, but it didn't make me feel better. I'd rather be in my room. Watching Guy was too painful. And it bugged me to see the way he would look at me when he though I was watching.

The Fool made many jokes about Robin Hood, which none made me laugh. Father looked as if he was worried.

"My dear, are you alright?" He questioned, leaning over to me.

I clear my throat and straighten myself out. "I'm fine, father. Just not with it today."

Suddenly, the Fool brought up Prince John. He started to make fun of him. Father didn't like it, so he ordered the guards to take the fool to the dungeons.

After a while, I got bored. I told father I was going for a walk. And I did. It was nice, walking through the village. There was no people. They all were near the party. The ghostly sense gave me room to free my mind. To think about my future.

Who do I choose? Allan is a wonderful man, but nothing could happen because he's a guard. If Guy wants to take my hand of marriage, I couldn't refuse. Father would force me to marry Guy. Only of Guy wanted me that badly. To be happy would mean to run away with Allan. We would have to run away far, far away. Only to get away from my Father and Sir Guy.

Speaking of Allan... He and another guard were walking my way. Both holding carrying another wounded guard.

"Allan." I shouted, jogging to him.

"My lady." Allan said with a smile.

I put my attention to the wounded guard. "What happened?"

"Robin Hood. He attack us, taking us by surprise. Jim got hurt."

"Come, let's take him to father."

And we did. Father got mad because the message got away. Father started to throw things, until he picked up a sliver lid. From the lid, flew a dove.

"There has to be an explanation." Father said, gritting his teeth.

I took the the silver tray and it's lid back to the castle. Allan had escorted me. We were standing at the doors of my father's sitting room.

"Thank you for escorting me here." I told Allan, entwining my fingers with his.

"Yea. No problem."

I went over to the table and set down the tray, but not letting go of Allan's hand.

"You look absolutely amazing, Sirena." Allan told me, picking me up and setting me on the table.

"Careful."

Allan leaned in and kissed my lips. "There's nothing to be careful about."

Allan leaned in again for another, but I stopped him. "You should go before my father returns."

"Yea."

I was still on the table when Allan left. I crossed my legs and turned to the tray, determined to find how the dove appeared in it.

"Sirena..." A voice said, scaring me. Looking up, my father walked throw the doors. "What are you doing on the table? Get off."

"Sorry, father. I was trying to find how this thing works."

Father and I sat down in chairs and started to tinker with the tray and it's lid. Soon, Gisborne walked in.

"Ah, Gisborne the gullible. We've got something to show you." Father said.