Wild flower

A feast of Treachery

Robin And Much crash the meeting of nobles half an hour after it began making a loud and obnoxious entrance. "Robin of Loocksly." The herald called Robin hopped down the stairs taking his jacket off and throwing it on one of the guards spears. Camellia looks up from where she is standing behind her father to where Robin in throwing his sword back at his servent and shaking her head at his foolish behavior. "Good morning everyone, sheriff. Well carry on!" Robin smirks at the sheriff plopping himself down into his chair. And looking around the room spotting Camellia immediately before snapping his eyes back to the sheriff. "Locksley ,welcome back. I trust sir Guy has kept up your estate to your satisfaction." The sheriff nods looking robin over before going to address the man who had been about to speak before. "I believe it was to your satisfaction." Robin accuses the sheriff as he clasps his hands together In front of his face. "Some of your peasants are unruly by the way, we have two in the dungeon awaiting punishment " the sheriff gives it back as Gisborne adds in that it was in fact three men from Locksley. "Behavior has never been a problem before." Robin looks pointedly at Gisborne insinuating he was to blame. "Yes well times change." The sheriff calls out as he shifts his attention away. "For the better it seems." Robin mocks causing the sheriff to glare at him. "You of all people should know we need funds for the holy wars." The sheriff says smiling at Robin thinking he would agree. "And is it really our holy war? Or is it Pope Gregory's?" Robin demands the attention of the whole room falling on him. "We fight shoulder to shoulder with the Romain!" The sheriff explains to the room getting cut off by Robin "and we fall shoulder to shoulder too!" Robin yells out voicing his opinions. "Well What would you have us do?" The sheriff asks looking intrigued. "Stop all taxes. Today. Today is market day and yet no one is in the market. If a man can make enough to support his family then he should take the rest to trade. Get the man trading again!" Robin explains as he walks around the room before jumping into his seat and squatting with his feet on the chair. "A man who can provide for his family is contempt man , A lazy man. Doesn't want to work No we need a hungry man. Our noble friend here has forgotten in his absence that hungry men are virtues." The sherif states laughing at the court. "There is to be a feast in my honor latter on tonight." Robin states as another man begins to talk. "Yes" the sheriff agrees not looking away from the other man. "Well I'm sure none of us virtues men will be eating?" Robin smirks as the meeting continues.

"You are a child." Camellia spits at Robin as they stand in a corner of the castle alone. Robin smiles "You used to think I was funny." He calls leaning down to the blonds level. "Yes well that was before I grew up to know what an utter disappointment you were." She bites looking down as she says it, Robin reaches his hand down and lifts her chin which she pulls away sharply. "I love when you look at me in anger. After all these years is still feel for you, and I think that you could still feel for me as well." Robin says softly leaning down for a kiss as Camellia leans away from him. " After all these years still pedaling the same old tricks. Have they ever worked?" She Sassss as Robin closes his eyes and laughs slightly "You'd be surprised!" He brags standing back up to his full height. "Amazed!" Camellia rolls her eyes as she scoffs starting to walk away before being pulled back gently by Robin garbing her hand. "May I have the honor of accompanying you to the feast tonight?" Robin asks genuinely a hopeful look on his face.Camellia looks into his eyes for a moment recalling every Time Robin had ever used that voice, the voice so full of hope and sinsaraty it was almost as if she were looking at that small boy who promised her the world all over again. Just as before and every time to come Camellia gave in nodding a slight yes before tugging out of Robins hand and scurrying off. Robin leans back against the wall grinning a boyish smile that yelled 'I stole the cookie out the jar without anyone noticing'.

Robin and Much walk down the old castle hallways full of guards until they get to a narrow staircase that leads to the dimly light dungeon. Walking down the many steps they reach the room the prisoners will be brought out in to state their crimes and punishments. "Bring out the Locksley lot" the jailer yells out, the heavy wooden doors swing open to reveal three men being pulled out in chains by guards. "Give your names." The jailer demands as Dans two boys are brought in front of Robin. "Will and Luke Scarlett." The older of the two Will says in a loud calm tone. "What is your crime?" Robins asks staring the two young men in the eyes as he replies "Living in the wrong place at the wrong time. Living under an evil sheriff. Where do our taxes go? They go to Nottingham, to the sheriff. To his birds..." Will voices getting a sharp slap across his face from one of the guards cutting him off mid sentence. Will gets thrown back as he grabs his now reddened face and the other man is brought forward. "Name." The jailer says in a bored tone. "Benedict. Son of Richard Giddons. Serf of Locksley." He answers meekly barley glancing up from the ground. "And What is your crime?" Robin asks trying to look at the mans eyes but still not achieving it. "Stealing flour." Benedict mumble softly. "what Is your punishment?" Robin asks looking around the room at the men. Their heads all snapping to look At him clearly not told what their punishment would be. Out of the corner of his eye Robin sees the jailer making a hanging motion around his neck in the corner of the room. " hanging?! No surly not!" Much yells out in surprise and horror. The men start to pull at their restaurants and yell out at Robin. The guards react quick and pull the three men out of the room yelling and fighting to get away. "Do you mind? We don't tell them it's the dangle. They kick up a hell of a stink." The jailer scolds glaring at the noble man. "For stealing flour. A hanging?" Much asks again dumbfounded not seeing how the punishment fit the crime. " The sheriff wants an example made out of them, just got word." The jailer explains snidely. "I will be talking to the sheriff, Meanwhile you treat these prisoners well. Or you will have me to answer to." Robin warns stepping closer to the man threateningly as he stares back "you have got one More."

Camellia walks through the door of the hall in a bright blue gown with light blue lining and a matching blue cloak her hair tied into complicated braids and ribbons. Instantly grabbing the attention of every person in the room. The only person she was looking at however was Robin who stood talking with the sheriff, Guy, and Marian. "Lady Camellia, you look absolutely stunning!" Marian squeals breaking the tense moment the four were having prior to the distraction. "Thank up, Lady Marian. Marriage suits you." Camellia smiles back at Guy and his bride who light up at the mention of their union making Camellia smile a sad smile looking up to Robin. Guy and Marian walk arm and arm down to the banquet leaving Robin , Camellia , and the sheriff alone at the top of the stairs overlooking the nobles dining. "So will there be a wedding now that your betrothed has returned?" The sheriff asks looking between the two young nobles. "I fear you over step my lord." Camellia replies respectfully to the sheriff who nods slightly eyeing the two with suspicion. "My apologies, enjoy your feast Locksley." He looks out over the balcony spotting his right hand man before walking away briskly. "You are looking breathtaking tonight, my lady." Robin bows slightly smiling up at Camellia who rolls her eyes grabbing his forearm in her hand and leading him down the stairs. "How was the war?" Camellia asks sometime through the night causing Robin to stiffen taking a deep breath and looking regretful "War is... War is war. Bloody and grusum and takes more than it gives." Robin explains looking to the ground as he recalls the horrors of the holy land. "I am sorry, Robin." Camellia grabs his hand causing him to look up giving him the first loving look since the day he told her of his plans of traveling to the war. "How about you, how were you while I was away? I'm sure there were suitors?" Robin asked trying to mask his jealousy when in reality the thought of anyone so much as daring to look at his beloved made him itch for his bow. "There were a few who knew not of the famed lord of Locksley earl of huntingdon" She teased winking at Robin who chuckled knowing that none of his peers would make advances unless they received word he had died. "Who then?" Robin asks out of curiosity not at all because he intended harm on them. "A few newcomers noble and pesant alike."Camellia explained off handily watching Guy and Marian laughing in the corner of the room, for such a horrible man their marriage was almost storybook. "You turned them all down though, why?" Robin questioned hoping to find that the girl was still in love with him. "I turned them down because my heart was taken by another, taken by a man who was careless with it. He took it with him all those years ago and now I fear I will never see it again." Camellia says all to seriously for who the two are, looking Robin dead in the eyes as she spills her tragic tale. "Yes. But he returns with it surely?" Robin says in a high defensive tone. "He returns a fool! Out of place and Time trying desperately to grasp at things that are no longer as they were. He returns a hero of war with no war to fight. He returns not realizing he took the heart of a girl who was hopelessly in love And there in its place something grew cold and dark. Now if you would excuse me I should retire home." Camellia feels her eyes burn wetness pooling as she tries to hold it in. Her pride would be lost if she were to start crying now in front of everyone mainly Robin of Locksley the man who still held her heart. She would be lying if she said she was no longer in love with the man but she would also be lying if she said he did not break her heart by leaving. They were betrothed they had been courting since he was sixteen and her thirteen, she had expected to wed once he turned twenty not run off to fight a unnecessary war. So here she is twenty two years old unmarried with no children or life to call her own as her true love plays games with his bow at twenty five, how did this become her life?