1 | master of arms [gisborne]

Twenty-nine

Once more, Linda sat in Guy's room, the letter he sent her some time ago in her hands. The last four days seemed to be a blur, with Vaisey trying to find a new tax collector and such. Linda didn't really mind it, though, surprisingly enough. She liked–dare she say loved–seeing her father run around like that, cursing endlessly and pacing back in forth. But she didn't really go out much, just stayed in her room and read. It was suddenly now where she had a change in heart and go to Guy's room because, hey, why not?

Linda thought about the letter he had sent to him just two days ago. She had literally explained everything, and poured all over her emotions on one little piece of paper... almost all emotions.

Her train of thought was interrupted when a knock came out the door. Sighing, she told the person to come in. The door barely opened.

"My lady," said the voice of a servant boy, "your father requests your presence."

With yet another sigh, Linda thanked the boy and left the room. She took a detour to her room, where she then put on a white shirt and black leggings. She put her boots on, her knife tucked inside. She strapped her sword to her waist, along with her sheath of arrows. Linda didn't bother bringing her bow, though, for she would simply steal one from a guard if needed to. Exiting the room, Linda went to the front of the castle. Vaisey was waiting for her, arms crossed. When he heard her footsteps, he turned to her and frowned.

"You look like you're going to battle," he said with a frown.

Linda chuckled with no emotion. "With you, sometimes it seems that way," she responded. Stopping next to him, she smirked. "What do you need?"

"It's not what I need, it's what I have," answered Vaisey, searching through his leather jacket for something. Once he found it, he pulled it out with two fingers. It was a letter.

"What's it say?" she asked.

"Let's find out," said Vaisey dryly. Opening the letter, he cleared his throat. "'Dear Sheriff Vaisey and Lady Linda,'" he read. "Oh, well, that's a rather blunt way to start a letter. What about 'Greetings!' or 'To glorious Sheriff Vasiey!' Don't you think?"

"I don't know, and I don't care. Keep reading!" said Linda with excitement.

Sheriff Vaisey smirked. Clearing his throat once more, Vaisey continued: "'If you are receiving this, then Sir Guy of Gisborne has just returned from London. If you wish to see him, then his camp and army of Prince John's elite guards are located right in the heart of Sherwood Forest. Just follow the trail, and there you shall find yourself. No outlaws will attack you on the way, for we sent decoys to make sure of this. And if he/they does, then a secret and mysterious weapon will be sure to end their lives.'" Vaisey folded the letter back up and put it back in his leather jacket.

"He's back..." whispered Linda.

"Mysterious weapon..." murmured Vaisey to himself.

"Guy is back!" exclaimed Linda again.

"How does he get a secret weapon and I don't?"

"This is great. Oh, God, this is wonderful!" Linda laughed to herself and jumped up once. "He's alive and back!"

"Honestly, that's insulting. I can't get over it."

"Father!" exclaimed Linda in annoyance.

"What? I'm just saying," grumbled Vaisey. "It's not natural."

Linda rolled her eyes. "You're going to be the death of me, I swear." She sighed and shook her head. "We have to see him."

"What? Why? Hood's not my problem anymore, it's his," Vaisey responded nonchalantly.