Guy/Marian Fanfics

The sun beat down on the Arabian outpost. King Richard fled from the assassins on his horse.

“Long live the King!” the Sheriff of Nottingham yelled mockingly. He drew an arrow across the bow. “No!” he sneered.

King Richard nervously spurred the steed on through the narrow, sandy alley.

Vasey’s crossbow twanged and the sharp arrow sped through the air. It struck the King, piercing his shoulder. He screamed in agony and barely held onto his horse’s reins.

Guy turned from where he had been weaving through the maze of sandstone buildings. He overheard Vasey’s sudden, fatal attack on Carter and hoped that the other assassins were finishing off Hood and his gang.

It was only Marian that he had insisted that they spare. He hoped that she would hear the men’s screams and hide. For a split second, he thought about spiriting her away. But then the thought of how the wealth and status he would gain through this assassination would set them both up for life.

Guy vengefully went in search of the King – the embodiment of the invaders who had robbed his family of their lands, position and respect.

King Richard’s horse bolted into the nearest square. The injured monarch slumped over, the pain and blood loss intensified by the scorching sun. He dizzily fell, grunting as he hit the ground with a thud.

Guy stepped out of the shadows, his boots echoing as he pounded across the deserted marketplace. He unsheathed his sword and thought about how he would be richly rewarded by Prince John and his French allies for ridding them of this blight.

This ‘Lionheart’ who had come to fight for the Pope and then made a peace treaty with Saladin, did not deserve to call himself the King of England; he did not deserve to live.

“Guy!” Marian shouted, breaking into his reverie. She ran down the steps from one of the ancient buildings, which overshadowed them.

King Richard watched the young noblewoman run breathlessly towards the Sheriff’s black-robed assassin. He struggled to sit up on the hot sand, but grabbed his wound in pain and frustration. The King wondered where Carter and Robin were. He was in no fit state to ward off the fatal blow that Gisborne was there to deliver.

“Guy!” Marian called again. He watched her running towards him, fascinated by the fierce passion gracing her beautiful face. Marian’s luscious brown hair flowed freely down her back. The soft white dress hugged her curves as she defensively held up her hands.

“Stop!” Marian yelled as she reached him. She gazed into his eyes, trying to see over the parapet of bitterness. “It’s over, Guy!”

“Get out of the way!” he muttered, determined to finish the King off.

She backed towards Richard I, but she held his gaze. “All this time I’ve been fighting for England,” Marian said passionately. She did not cower when he took two steps forward and raised the broadsword. “Do you think I’m going to let you kill England?”

Guy slashed the blade through the hot air and angrily bellowed, “Marian, get out of the way!”

Her eyes followed the sword’s arc, but she still defiantly gazed at him. “You’ll have to kill me first!”

“No,” he shook his head and took another step towards the injured monarch. “We’re going to get out of this,” Guy hoarsely promised her.

He held the sword up and took another step. She kept her hands up in the air as she backed towards the King.

“I’m going to do this thing,” Guy told her, “and then I will have power beyond measure.” He took another step forwards and his eyes willed her to stand aside.

She froze and tried to think of what else she could say or do to get him to change his mind.

King Richard’s breathing hitched and he clutched his pained chest. He could not hold on much longer.

“I’ll do this and then we will be together,” Guy solemnly vowed.

He was completely stunned and hurt when a soft laugh escaped her lips.

“I would rather die than be with you, Guy of Gisborne,” she stated wilfully.

“No!” he gasped, feeling like she had plunged a sword into his chest.

Marian nodded and smiled, “I’m going to marry Robin Hood.” She looked down at the ground – averting her eyes from his pained face. “I...I love Robin Hood,” she said hesitantly.

Marian repeated it more forcefully, but she need not have. The phrase echoed in his head as the blade twisted in his heart.

Guy wanted to strike out at her. He wanted to hurt her like she had just hurt him.

“Gisborne!” Vasey bellowed, stumbling into the square from the right. “Don’t just stand there, you fool! Forget the fickle leper! Kill the King!”

“Marian!” Robin yelled, scrambling down the stairs to the left of the well. “Get away from him!”

Guy wanted to run Marian through with his sword so that Hood would never have her. She should belong to him. If he couldn’t marry her, then no one else should ever have the chance to.

Guy only had a split second to think as the two arch-enemies converged on him. He made his choice and drove the sword in, hearing the cracking of ribs and seeing the blood spurting out of the gaping wound.

The Sheriff staggered backwards, clutching at the sword in his chest. Marian gasped and covered her mouth. Robin yelled for his gang and then pulled her down beside the King. She barely heard Robin speaking reassuringly as he desperately began to tend to the monarch’s wounds. Marian’s eyes were fixed on Guy and Vasey.

“How much did they pay you?” Vasey choked out, cringing as he bled on the ground.

“Nothing,” Guy muttered, “I did it for Marian.”

“Then you’re a bigger fool than I took you for,” the Sheriff mocked him. “She’s devoted to Hood.”

“Marian promised that she would marry me if I killed you and saved the King,” Guy asserted, pulling a dagger out of his ankle holster. “I’ll make this quick.”

“How kind,” Vasey sarcastically sneered. “I should have killed the whore when I had the chance.”

Guy cursed at him and drove the dagger into the Sheriff’s other lung. Robin impatiently hoisted Marian to her feet. Guy turned to see Hood’s gang lifting King Richard onto a makeshift stretcher.

Robin watched them go and then stepped towards Guy. He loaded an arrow into his bow.

“What are you doing?” Marian gasped, watching him aiming it at Guy.

“Saving the King,” Robin muttered.

“I already did that!” Marian exclaimed, “I convinced Guy to kill Vasey instead! You can see that!”

Marian rushed over and stood in front of Guy.

Robin let out a frustrated sigh. “Move, my love.”

She backed towards Guy and held her arms out in front of him.

“Go with Much and the others, Marian,” Robin told her. “I don’t expect you to watch. I know you care for him, but I can’t allow Gisborne to live.”

“Why can’t you?” Marian asked.

“I can think of a better question,” Guy broke in, “What did she promise me to get me to spare the King?”

“I don’t care what she said,” Robin raised the bow and squinted, trying to get a clear shot at Gisborne. “You were probably being cruel to her at the time.”

“On the contrary,” Guy said, “I’ve saved her life countless times. She wouldn’t still be breathing if I hadn’t stood up to Vasey on her behalf again and again. This past week, he wouldn’t even have fed her if I hadn’t insisted on it.”

“That’s all true, Robin,” Marian replied calmly. “I don’t want Guy’s blood on your hands. Put down the weapon and we’ll talk about this.”

“She’s quite persuasive, isn’t she?” Guy mocked him. “When we were alone in her room back at the Sheriff’s quarters, she almost convinced me to finish Vasey off there and then. Marian promised to marry me if I went through with it. Now...”

“What?” Robin jerked his head back from the bow and looked at Marian in shock.

“I was trying to save the King and I thought you were dead at the time!”

“You were upset,” Robin surmised and then he jumped to the wrong conclusion. “Did he...comfort you?”

“No!” Marian cried out indignantly.

“But...” Robin glared at her protective stance in front of Gisborne. The sun seemed more blindingly hot than ever as jealousy boiled within him. Every time she had ever argued Guy’s side flashed into his mind. He thought about all of the nights she had stayed at the Castle within metres of Gisborne’s quarters. “Sir Guy just killed Vasey for you. He’s worked for him for ten years. Something huge must have happened to make Gisborne turn on the Sheriff. Did something happen? Just tell me the truth. I’ll forgive you...”

“You’ll forgive me?” Marian cried out indignantly. “You want ‘the truth’! Well, I just gave it to you! So did he! I made a promise to marry Guy if he killed the Sheriff and spared King Richard. He just did that.”

Robin tossed the bow on the ground and stepped forwards to embrace her. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make it sound like I don’t trust you, Marian!”

Marian backed into Guy, “I’m sorry, too, but I...I gave him my word. Heaven knows I’ve deceived him enough in my attempts to save England. Now, I can’t lie ag...”

“Surely, you can’t mean that you’re going to marry Gisborne!” Robin exploded.

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