1 | master of arms [gisborne]

Thirty-four

HEART, STARS AND HORSESHOES. CLOVERS AND BLUE MOONS. HOUR GLASSES, RAINBOWS, ANd human beings that are reading this dying.

ha.

that being said, enjoy :)

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"Lady Linda of Nottingham, you are hereby sentenced to this court for acting like a fool and directly disobeying me by helping the traitors that are the people of Locksley," Prince John announced from his chair.

"So this is like a hearing about how I insulted you."

"Precisely."

Linda groaned. After they had returned from Locksley without Isabella, Guy had cut her bonds loose and pulled her to the side. He warned her that Prince John was not happy with her disobedience and was going to probably punish her. But, with Linda being Linda, she respectfully disregarded the warning and skipped to her room to clean up and wash the ash and soot of her body. She had changed into one of Guy's black shirts and her white leggings. A few minutes later, Linda was greeted my shouts and her door being pounded upon. The guards explained to her that there was going to be a hearing over what she did.

And that meant a perfect opportunity to annoy Prince John.

They were all in the main room, Prince John sitting in his "throne". Vaisey was standing on the left side of the prince and had a thing of ice of his chin, his jaw purple and bruised. Guy was standing on the right side of the prince, arms crossed and eyeing Linda carefully. The last thing he wanted was seeing her get hurt for rebelling.

That fate already took Marian; it didn't need it taking Linda, too.

"Do you regret your actions?"

"Nope."

Prince John raised an eyebrow and sat up straighter. "Would you change your ways if you had the choice?"

"No, I would change you." Linda cracked her knuckles, and Prince John flinched. She snickered at his reaction.

"Would you do it again?"

"Yes. Those people did not deserve to have their church burned down. They don't deserve the fear you're bringing to them. Those people stand up for what they think is right, and so do I. Why do you think I fought?" Linda didn't miss a beat. She spoke with pure determination and confidence, her shoulders straightened and the look on her face was proud.

It made John extremely uncomfortable.

Linda tilted her head to the side a little bit and grinned. "Speaking of fighting..." She looked to her father. "How's your jaw?"

"Sore," he grumbled. "Linda, you really did a number on me. I'm surprised I'm still alive."

"Ah, right!" Linda skipped Guy and hopped right in front of him. She held out her hand and snapped her fingers. "Dagger, give it. Now," she said simply with a smile.

Guy raised his eyebrow at the girl. "Excuse me?" he said in surprise, but he couldn't keep the smirk off his face.

Linda huffed. "My dagger, silly. You know, the one I keep with me at all times? The one that had a curved sharp edge and is super pointy, yet never manages to cut my foot off? The one a certain someone gave me when I was fifteen?"

Guy sighed. Yeah, he knew what she was talking about. Despite the fact that she nearly slit his throat with it, the blade was still special.

It was three years after Caralinda's death when Linda was... depressed. She did nothing but stay in her room a lot, either reading or staring out her window. The only times she did exit her room was to watch Guy and the guards practice. Guy knew that she had a thing for daggers, but she didn't say anything. In fact, she rarely talked at all. And then at night, her dreams would be plagued by nightmares, and Guy would awaken to screams. She was turning fifteen, and Guy wanted to surprise her.