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It had been a productive day for Marian, for all that Sir Vimes had been blustering around about thieves in the office earlier. She had paid him no mind, continuing on with the paperwork as Anne had shown her. It was near dinner when she realised her neck was sore and her hand cramped. That she had written the last few lines in latin and not english were another clue that she should perhaps stop. The IPD office would still be here tomorrow, and the paperwork never truly piled up with both Anne and she working at it.
She was stretching, having filed away the last of her work when she saw it, sitting on her desk. It had not been there before, there was no way it could have been. Stepping forward slowly, she sifted her fingers through the coins, remembering Guy's words to her all too clearly.
"I wanted to show you this. My wealth." Guy had made a motion much as her own, his hands pulling up some of the coins and pouring them back into the oak chest.
"Why? I... Am not sure what this means." She had said to him, unaware. Oh to be that unaware again.
"This means everything. This means that I am a man of substance, wealth, I can provide for you. I am a man of power, the Sheriff and I increase each week, with Prince John." He had been so nervous, walking towards her, holding his hand out to her. "This means that I am a man of lineage. The Gisborne heritage is a proud one. I will be proud to continue that line, with you as my wife."
Oh why, why would this island give her such a thing. This was the treasure she had stolen in her last act of the Nightwatchman. Having been goaded on by Robin, Guy having wounded her gravely, not realising who she was. Was she still alive somewhere? Had she married Guy in the end, or had she gone with Robin? The stories she read told her nothing, all so conflicting.
Tears sprang to her eyes, unbidden, coins clenched in her fists as she sank back into her seat. If only this place had brought Robin, her Father, Djaq, Much, even Guy... That was the truth of it though, she would even have wanted Guy here.
[[OOC: One very loud pup just received her item, an oak and iron chest filled with gold and silver coins. Please feel free to simply come upon her in the IPD office looking confused, or crying.]]
She was stretching, having filed away the last of her work when she saw it, sitting on her desk. It had not been there before, there was no way it could have been. Stepping forward slowly, she sifted her fingers through the coins, remembering Guy's words to her all too clearly.
"I wanted to show you this. My wealth." Guy had made a motion much as her own, his hands pulling up some of the coins and pouring them back into the oak chest.
"Why? I... Am not sure what this means." She had said to him, unaware. Oh to be that unaware again.
"This means everything. This means that I am a man of substance, wealth, I can provide for you. I am a man of power, the Sheriff and I increase each week, with Prince John." He had been so nervous, walking towards her, holding his hand out to her. "This means that I am a man of lineage. The Gisborne heritage is a proud one. I will be proud to continue that line, with you as my wife."
Oh why, why would this island give her such a thing. This was the treasure she had stolen in her last act of the Nightwatchman. Having been goaded on by Robin, Guy having wounded her gravely, not realising who she was. Was she still alive somewhere? Had she married Guy in the end, or had she gone with Robin? The stories she read told her nothing, all so conflicting.
Tears sprang to her eyes, unbidden, coins clenched in her fists as she sank back into her seat. If only this place had brought Robin, her Father, Djaq, Much, even Guy... That was the truth of it though, she would even have wanted Guy here.
[[OOC: One very loud pup just received her item, an oak and iron chest filled with gold and silver coins. Please feel free to simply come upon her in the IPD office looking confused, or crying.]]