1 | master of arms [gisborne]

Twenty-eight

hola. so ive been busy and such with family and my other fan fics and my "social life" [i know, what social life? anti-social ftw], i so totally forgot about this. oops. im so very sorry. anyways, here's an update. enjoy. maddie, since your back, and you really wanted this before you left [and i failed to complete your request], here you go :)

*****

It was official: Guy of Gisborne now hated carriage rides with all of his heart... considering that he didn't have much heart left.

For two nonstop days, Guy was actually living in what seemed like hell. His hands were bound, and the food he was fed tasted awful. The carriage itself was dark, and barely any light shone through the little bars. But that's not the worst part. Every two minutes, the carriage would either hit a rock or roll over a ditch, making Guy flip everywhere. It was truly terrible.

Finally, on the second night, the carriage arrived in London. Struggling to his feet, Guy looked out through the bars. London town was truly big, with many building and lots of taverns. Even at night, the people were out and about. He noticed that guards were out, hidden in the dark. Just then, the carriage rolled over a giant stone, and Guy was thrown backwards. The back of his head hit the carriage wall, and he landed on his face when he hit the floor.

"Damn it!" he cursed.

He blamed Vaisey for this, all of this. The coward didn't have the guts to come and explain why the patronage himself. Instead, he blamed Guy and sent him here instead. But Guy knew that if he didn't come, Linda would be dead.

Linda, how he missed her so. He remembered her screams to let him go, and to keep him safe from what he was about to experience. Her melodic voice had tuned harsh and violent to her father just to save Guy's life. He remembered every little detail of her: Linda's sweet smile, her emerald eyes, her kissable lips, her beautiful face, and her voice... it reached his heart. He needed her, he loved her, and he couldn't tell her now.

The carriage halted to a stop, thus interrupting Guy's thoughts. The carriage prison door opened, and Guy's head snapped to the door. The so called "escorts" arrived, and they pulled Guy out of the back harshly. He fell to the ground hard, groaning after. The escorts picked him up by his arms, and then Guy's head was sacked.

*****

When the sack got ripped off his head, Guy found himself on his knees and in a court room that was surrounded by torches. Blinking, Guy tried to regain his eyesight. When he did, his eyes widened.

"My God..." he breathed.

Lots of emissaries were in the stands of the big room, all of them surrounding one person... the person he was sent to answer to. Guy gulped and looked down, not wanting to see his eyes.

"Ah, Gisborne," said Prince John, an evil smile on his lips. "Hear that my money hasn't come yet. Hmm. Shame, actually, that I put my trust in you and the Sheriff. It proves that you don't love me." He made a sad face and looked to his emissaries. "But it matters not."

Guy dared to look up, confusion written all over his face.

"Obviously, your love for me great. That is why you came, to prove your love for me, right?" questioned Prince John with a hopeful look.

Guy opened his mouth to speak, but he soon closed it. This could be his chance.

"Yes, my lord," he answered carefully. "I have come to confess."

Prince John leaned forward in his chair. "Then... confess."

Guy exhaled. "The patronage money was stolen," he explained. "The Sheriff brought in..." he faltered, thinking fast, "mercenaries to come and make a deal. He was betrayed. Turns out that these mercenaries were working with the villainous Robin Hood. We—"