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landlesslord) wrote2007-05-31 09:04 pm
landlesslord) wrote2007-05-31 09:04 pm
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As good an idea as proposing to Marian was and as important as saving her life was to Guy, he had not relished the oncoming ordeal of explaining his mistake to the Sheriff.
Again.
Realising that his sergeant had been an innocent man before had been a galling experience and Guy had felt the loss of his loyal man acutely; though now that Marian's innocence had been proven to him, doubts once again circled the memory of the former guard.
He had been wrong and for that he was punished, in ways that bore the full brunt of the Sheriff's vicious yet calculating rage and that Guy did not want to dwell on for too long.
That trial was over now though and he had time to stop, take stock and think over the thing that had precipitated Sheriff Vasey's anger.
Marriage to Marian.
He was getting what he wanted wasn't he? Marian as his wife, not now of course, but some day soon at least. The woman that he desired bound forever by his side as the new Lady Gisborne.
Only... it wasn't quite how Guy had wanted it to be. Marian hadn't chosen him out of love, but had had no other choice to be able to live. While, yes, they were friends of a kind, he had no real place in her heart. The offer of marriage had not been met with excited joy and Guy did not feel the happiness he had thought he would be experiencing at this moment.
In fact, it was uneasiness that meant Guy was still slouched in a chair by the dying embers of the fire rather than fast asleep in bed and it was being unable to put his finger on what it was that unsettled him, that left his supper untouched on the table.
This was not the proper way of doing things. This was not the right way. It was this, rather than his error as to Marian's duplicity, that especially troubled Guy, who was so consumed with doing what he thought was right, what he thought was for the best.
But what other choice did he have?
Again.
Realising that his sergeant had been an innocent man before had been a galling experience and Guy had felt the loss of his loyal man acutely; though now that Marian's innocence had been proven to him, doubts once again circled the memory of the former guard.
He had been wrong and for that he was punished, in ways that bore the full brunt of the Sheriff's vicious yet calculating rage and that Guy did not want to dwell on for too long.
That trial was over now though and he had time to stop, take stock and think over the thing that had precipitated Sheriff Vasey's anger.
Marriage to Marian.
He was getting what he wanted wasn't he? Marian as his wife, not now of course, but some day soon at least. The woman that he desired bound forever by his side as the new Lady Gisborne.
Only... it wasn't quite how Guy had wanted it to be. Marian hadn't chosen him out of love, but had had no other choice to be able to live. While, yes, they were friends of a kind, he had no real place in her heart. The offer of marriage had not been met with excited joy and Guy did not feel the happiness he had thought he would be experiencing at this moment.
In fact, it was uneasiness that meant Guy was still slouched in a chair by the dying embers of the fire rather than fast asleep in bed and it was being unable to put his finger on what it was that unsettled him, that left his supper untouched on the table.
This was not the proper way of doing things. This was not the right way. It was this, rather than his error as to Marian's duplicity, that especially troubled Guy, who was so consumed with doing what he thought was right, what he thought was for the best.
But what other choice did he have?