Here and There and the tiny beginnings of 2x02 The Booby and the Beast
Her life in Nottingham Castle became a series of injustices she did her best to withstand without loosing her tongue.
The clothing she had been marched to the castle in were replace on the whim of the Sherriff, to something she could not even deem as proper.
When she wasn't before him, or other people in his pocket, she tugged at the indecorously low cut of it's front constantly. She didn't want to know where he'd made it appear from, or what ghastly person he might have gotten it from.
Marian nearly choked on her words when he demanded she express her gratitude for it.
She would not forget the morning she was gotten out of bed hours before the sun would rise by a servant, told to dress and wait for the Sherriff in the chambers of his office.
She had gone there quickly and then been made to wait outside the room with the guard for nearly an hour before he arrived, still clad in bed robbing. After telling her where to stand he had settled into his desk, shuffling through papers and making notes. Ten minutes had passed before she cleared her throat and asked what he'd needed her for.
He looked up, expression making it clear he had not forgotten her for a second of those minutes, and told her to sing. When she looked angrily bewildered, he'd prompted her with the question that she had of course been courtly trained when she lived here. Then he demanded that she start singing right that moment, threatening to call her father from his bed and brought to the room if she didn't.
The first time he left her there, in the corner, singing for hours.
Heedless of papers or peasant complaints or appointments or the necessity of meals.
There were hardly a set of days strung together that Marian didn't find herself thus morning or afternoon at his whim.
As much as it was a shameful display Marian found the occassion frequently put her in the room for information that could be delivered to Robin and she got it freely, while two or more people simply ignored her as though she were another piece of furniture in the room.
It had taken her two hours to convince herself she would ask the sheriff to send her father a physicans, no matter what it cost her personally. She walked quickly to his chambers only to be directed to the great hall, which had finally been reopened. On stepping into the place, she noted the strange tables and games among the rushes of the Sheriff’s voice explaining something about the house winning.
She'd walked down quickly, pressing herself forward. She could manage it. Even in front of all these people. Her father's health was more important.
"Ah, Lady Marian. There you are. Our guest is due to arrive very shortly and I'd like you to be a friend to him." As she looked bewildered, hands settling on her hips, his disgusting smile continued to curl tighter. "I'd like you to make him feel that his every desire is yours to obey."
It didn't take as much control to only let annoyance touch her expression and tone, instead of angry disgust, after weeks at his mercy. "Every desire?"
"Mmm." He moved toward her, leaning in to her ear as he circled her. "Show him a good time. What do you think Gisborne?"
"Good idea," Guy said, from his position, where he was leaning against one of the game tables, sneer plastered on his face.
Aghast at the whole situation, she shook her head. They could dress her up and order her about, but she wasn't their chattel. "No. I won't."
"Oh, yes, you will, missy," the Sheriff said circling back around her again. "How's your father so to speak?"
Her jaw tightened, angrily, watching his back as he walked from her. "Frail. House arrest doesn't help."
"But very much alive." The Sheriff nearly crowed the word as he settled next to Gisborne.
The threat wasn't even as veiled as normal. Marian shook her head, but she couldn't disagree. How? There had to be a way.
"What if he see's my heart isn't in it?"
"Well, then pretend," Gisborne spoke up, looking away from her, his face a plane of shadows between the dark hair. "Deception comes easy enough to you."
"Now, when the count arrives, I want you to smile for him." He walked closer. Then Guy moved, both coming closer. "Buy yourself a gown that--how shall I say--stimulates the imagination." He held up three coins but as she made a noise of disgusted confusion through a simple breath pressed out he tossed up one coin, which Gisborne caught. "The cheaper the better I think."
He walked off and she looked at Gisborne, still holding the coin, as he turned and threw it down the length of the game table. He looked back at her from dark and hard eyes.
"Fetch."
The clothing she had been marched to the castle in were replace on the whim of the Sherriff, to something she could not even deem as proper.
When she wasn't before him, or other people in his pocket, she tugged at the indecorously low cut of it's front constantly. She didn't want to know where he'd made it appear from, or what ghastly person he might have gotten it from.
Marian nearly choked on her words when he demanded she express her gratitude for it.
She would not forget the morning she was gotten out of bed hours before the sun would rise by a servant, told to dress and wait for the Sherriff in the chambers of his office.
She had gone there quickly and then been made to wait outside the room with the guard for nearly an hour before he arrived, still clad in bed robbing. After telling her where to stand he had settled into his desk, shuffling through papers and making notes. Ten minutes had passed before she cleared her throat and asked what he'd needed her for.
He looked up, expression making it clear he had not forgotten her for a second of those minutes, and told her to sing. When she looked angrily bewildered, he'd prompted her with the question that she had of course been courtly trained when she lived here. Then he demanded that she start singing right that moment, threatening to call her father from his bed and brought to the room if she didn't.
The first time he left her there, in the corner, singing for hours.
Heedless of papers or peasant complaints or appointments or the necessity of meals.
There were hardly a set of days strung together that Marian didn't find herself thus morning or afternoon at his whim.
As much as it was a shameful display Marian found the occassion frequently put her in the room for information that could be delivered to Robin and she got it freely, while two or more people simply ignored her as though she were another piece of furniture in the room.
It had taken her two hours to convince herself she would ask the sheriff to send her father a physicans, no matter what it cost her personally. She walked quickly to his chambers only to be directed to the great hall, which had finally been reopened. On stepping into the place, she noted the strange tables and games among the rushes of the Sheriff’s voice explaining something about the house winning.
She'd walked down quickly, pressing herself forward. She could manage it. Even in front of all these people. Her father's health was more important.
"Ah, Lady Marian. There you are. Our guest is due to arrive very shortly and I'd like you to be a friend to him." As she looked bewildered, hands settling on her hips, his disgusting smile continued to curl tighter. "I'd like you to make him feel that his every desire is yours to obey."
It didn't take as much control to only let annoyance touch her expression and tone, instead of angry disgust, after weeks at his mercy. "Every desire?"
"Mmm." He moved toward her, leaning in to her ear as he circled her. "Show him a good time. What do you think Gisborne?"
"Good idea," Guy said, from his position, where he was leaning against one of the game tables, sneer plastered on his face.
Aghast at the whole situation, she shook her head. They could dress her up and order her about, but she wasn't their chattel. "No. I won't."
"Oh, yes, you will, missy," the Sheriff said circling back around her again. "How's your father so to speak?"
Her jaw tightened, angrily, watching his back as he walked from her. "Frail. House arrest doesn't help."
"But very much alive." The Sheriff nearly crowed the word as he settled next to Gisborne.
The threat wasn't even as veiled as normal. Marian shook her head, but she couldn't disagree. How? There had to be a way.
"What if he see's my heart isn't in it?"
"Well, then pretend," Gisborne spoke up, looking away from her, his face a plane of shadows between the dark hair. "Deception comes easy enough to you."
"Now, when the count arrives, I want you to smile for him." He walked closer. Then Guy moved, both coming closer. "Buy yourself a gown that--how shall I say--stimulates the imagination." He held up three coins but as she made a noise of disgusted confusion through a simple breath pressed out he tossed up one coin, which Gisborne caught. "The cheaper the better I think."
He walked off and she looked at Gisborne, still holding the coin, as he turned and threw it down the length of the game table. He looked back at her from dark and hard eyes.
"Fetch."