#blackarrcw: guy

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❛ i don’t ever want to lose you. ❜ - From Guy to Relta

@blackarrcw // Guy x Relta Drabble [They need a ship name]

Relta looked up at Guy from where she lay on the castle bed beside him, reaching out a hand and stroking his cheek tenderly. He may be the Man In Black, or have been, but now he was the man who she’d ask her father to pardon and allow to wed her upon King Richard’s return to England from the Holy Land. “You shan’t” she promised, leaning in and kissing Guy.

They hadn’t been intimate, not in the sense most would assume, but instead Guy had been patching Relta up after a skirmish with some guards loyal to Prince John and Vaisey. “I’m Lionhearted,” she reminded him with a soft laugh before she had to grip her side where she’d been deeply sliced

“I love you, Sir Guy of Gisborne, The Man In Black,” she confessed, furrowing her brow in some confusion at the admission. Guy had tried killing her father, and had been a very twisted man, yet he’d saved her life that day.

“I don’t believe I’ve ever felt this way about someone before. It’s a bit…well…terror inducing,” Relta confessed, looking away as her fair, freckled cheeks flushed. “But…enjoyably so?”

There seemed to be something about the women Guy loved getting stabbed.

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Relta’s emerald eyes, one of the few traits she shared with her mother, were locked on the leather clad man. He’d figured out who she was, and had sought Robin Hood’s assistance in capturing him. Unlike Robin, she’d kill to protect those she loved if need be. Though…she didn’t want to kill Guy, much as she had many reasons to. That’d sink her down to her enemy’s level, and she didn’t want that for anything.

Relta dropped her hand, not wanting to touch him in honesty, but needing him to look at her face. She wanted him to see the face of his personal downfall. “Good, then keep it aimed at me,” she demanded, brandishing a blade and holding it to his neck just close enough to cut him as if he’d done so shaving.

“So, you are the man who’d been sent to kill my father,” she hummed thoughtfully, removing her blade and simply wiping it clean with her skirt. She looked harmless, but was far from it. Her mother and townsfolk that had raised her had known her potential use as a political pawn, and taught her unconventional things for a woman of the times to know— such as basic combat and self defense.

“Why betray England in such a manner? For a prince who doesn’t care about anyone,” she inquired, tilting her head at him and locking emerald eyes with blue ones. She didn’t understand, for all she knew of her uncle was cruelty and evil, unlike her lionhearted father. “You could do better.”

@joyfulmagic asked: “Grasp” - Relta to Guy @fantasiesandfolklore

Bright blues looked to the woman as warmth enveloped his chin, bringing his head up to look her in the face. Here was this woman whom he'd known as the King's illegitimate child, grown up before him. He was caught, he was within enemy hands and was not happy about it in the slightest. Tugging away from her hand Guy had tilted his head to look at Relta once more "I can move my head just fine." He didn't need any help, didn't need anyone touching his face - or any part of him for that matter.

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@blackarrcw — [Lady Marian Knighton x Sir Guy of Gisborne]

“Marian, please,” desperation laced Sir Guy’s voice as he sheathed his blade, stepping closer to the woman who was defending King Richard in Robin Hood’s absence. “Let me get to the king,” he pleaded, holding his hands up in show that he was unarmed now.

“GISBORNE!” Yelled the sheriff, drawing his blade and power walking over to Sir Guy and Lady Marian. Guy whirled around, unsheathing his own blade and standing in front of Marian and King Richard protectively.

“I will not let the best hope for England’s future die while I still breath,” Sir Guy hissed, hoping Marian heard it — hoped Marian believed it. Vaisey swung his blade at Guy, being easily parried by the younger man, then having Guy’s blade at his neck.

“Hood may not be willing to kill you, but I am,” Guy seethed as he reached to turn Marian away — “Marian, look away,” — then sliced through the sheriff’s throat with a sense of release only rivaled by the release of death in a lover’s arms. Vaisey choked, eyes bugging out at Guy as he gripped his bleeding throat.

As a dying sheriff fell to his knees, Guy whirled around to look at Marian to make sure she was safe and unharmed. “Marian, I am sorry I had to do that with you present,” he told her, searching her beautiful face for her reaction.

“I am loyal to England, and that means I will side with those who have England’s people’s interests in mind with their actions,” he expanded, looking up to King Richard and bowing momentarily out of respect before turning his attention to Marian.

“I have to take you somewhere safer than Nottingham,” he informed her, “for your sake and Hood’s ability to do his work.” And I still love you, he left unsaid.

[aislingarrow]

CLOSED VERSES;

v: Do not go where I can't follow - @blackarrcw

Aisling meets a Prince of Erebor named Kili, the two fall in love and she realises that he is her One. She wants to build a life with Kili, a family and have a home away from Locksley and the troubles.

v: a golden cage is still a cage - @marvelousandmysterious

Her brother is outlawed, Marian is gone. Aisling finds herself betrothed and soon to be married to Guy of Gisborne under an arranged marriage by Vaisey the Sheriff of Nottingham in a bid to unite Nottingham and Locksley.

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@blackarrcw // Guy & Relta // V: Lionhearted

“Is he so familiar that you call me by his name?” Relta inquiring, raising a brow at Sir Guy of Gisborne, having heard him mutter the King of England’s name. Robin had warned the illegitimate daughter of King Richard the Lionhearted that Guy had been in the Holy Land when he was, and knew what the king looked like.

“Or am I simply reminding you of him?” She added, cocking her head at the tall man, looking up at him without fear. A dagger as up her sleeve, ready to be slid down it in a moment if Guy took a wrong step. She was loyal to her father to a fault.

Pulling her hair short with the hand not concealing the blade and lowering her voice, she decided to toy with the man. “I look too much like him for someone who has seen him to deny it,” she noted in the lowered voice, mimicking her father’s masculine traits to Guy. She was daring him to attack her, to raise a blade to her.

Granted, if he was smart — smarter than Robin Hood gave him credit for — he’d know she was more valuable alive, regardless of who her mother was. She didn’t fear kidnapping, but perhaps she should, as Guy wasn’t as stupid as Robin and crew made him out to be.

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Relta was fuming at how Vaisey, his boss, treated Guy, pinching her brow with her free hand as she stormed off, Gisborne in tow. She didn’t suffer an abuser to live, or didn’t want to with how Vaisey also treated her due to not knowing the pawn she had the potential to be as Richard’s daughter.

Relta whirled around to face Guy to hear him speak, looking up at him with tears blurring her vision a bit due to the sheer degree of her emotions, mixed and complicated as they were. Did she love Guy? Is that why she felt so defensive of him? It’d explain a lot much as it’d be even more complicated with him knowing that and what she was planning to do to Vaisey and Prince John soon enough.

“You don’t deserve that, regardless of if it’s happened before or not,” she insisted, shaking her head at Vaisey, “he makes me feel ill with how he speaks to you.” She was shaking slightly, the illegitimate princess glad they were far enough down hallways that she wouldn’t be seen by Vaisey or guards. “I’m not afraid of him, naive as that might be,” Relta confessed to Guy, blinking in surprise at the realization. “He’s a small, pitiful man. Think about how he’d crumble without you and the guards to enact his will,” she muttered.

“You have,” Relta stepped closer, looking up at Guy through her lashes at the man before she heard something. Stepping even closer, Relta helped Guy out of the ropes, but had her body awkwardly close to his. “I heard horses,” she whispered in his ear as she finished fully freeing Guy. “I have to run. Vaisey would be furious with me if I was caught freeing his trap,” Relta told him, standing on her toes and kissing his cheek before handing him her blade and bolting.

Later that day, Relta walked into Vaisey’s office to find Guy, wishing to ask him how things went, unfortunately finding a drunk and upset Vaisey yelling at Guy. “Sheriff Vaisey! How dare you!” Relta yelled, slapping the drunk man once she realized he was too out of it to recall that afternoon. “Drunk before sundown. Shameful,” she scoffed, shaking her head at him. She grabbed Guy’s arm and dragged him out of the room as Vaisey swirled in shock and drunkenness.

“I’m sorry you got reprimanded because of me,” she informed him.

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How many dances is one allowed before people begin to whisper? - Guy to Relta

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“I think whispers be damned,” Relta retorted with a small smile, looking up at Sir Guy. She enjoyed dancing with him, even if he’d been her enemy before. Now he was her protector of sorts, making sure Vaisey didn’t abuse her when she was at Nottingham Castle.

“This ball is surprisingly nice,” she commented to him, but really meant spending time with him was nice. They weren’t having to plot to protect King Richard or Robin and his men, instead they were able to just enjoy each other’s company.

Vaisey walked over, looking the couple over. “Disgusting. You do know she’s a bastard, right Gisborne?” He scoffed at Relta, a bit more intoxicated than he likely intended. “Guess she’ll get in bed easier if you woo her first. Oh wait, we know how that went last time,” Vaisey added, referring to Guy’s courting of Lady Marian.

Relta bit her tongue for a moment, but she’d grown too fond of Gisborne. “Sheriff, thank you for hosting this ball celebrating Prince John’s upcoming arrival. I advise you stop taking goblets, however, as it seems you soiled yourself,” she informed Vaisey. In truth, she’d spilled a bit of her own goblet’s contents on his pants. Vaisey scowled and retreated, leaving the two alone again so he could go change.

“He disturbs me,” Relta whispered to Guy, stepping a millimeter closer to him, not that she wanted him to have to serve as a buffer more than he already did. She was baffled as to how the sheriff hadn’t figured out her identity, but it was serving to her advantage.

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@blackarrcw sent “   You saved me in every way a person could be saved. ” - Elyssa to Guy

Sir Guy tilted his head at Elyssa, having to wrap his head around the concept of him having saved her, rather than the other way around. “Elyssa…I’ve just been the man I always should have been when I’m around you. If anything, you saved me. The little bit of good in me wasn’t eaten away thanks to Vaisey because of you,” he explained, wearing his heart on his sleeve around the brunette.

“I am indebted to you,” he informed her, reaching up and cupping her cheek from where he was sitting, standing up and opening his arms. He slowly went in for a hug, giving the half-elf a chance to push him away if she didn’t desire the embrace.

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The Phoenix Queen — Ship Names [Part I of ?]

@luposcainus — King Caspian x Queen Relta — ship: love at last [Romantic]

@blackarrcw — Lady Elyssa x Queen Relta — ship: birds of a feather [Platonic/Romantic]

@blackarrcw — Sir Guy of Gisborne x Queen Relta — ship: blades and the boudoir [Enemies to Lovers]

@blackarrcw — Maid Marian x Queen Relta — ship: merrily maid [Platonic/Romantic]

@ofheroesandscholars — King James x Queen Relta — ship: fairy tale ending [Romantic]

@singeart — Lady Sapphire x Queen Relta — ship: the only exception [Platonic/Sexual]

@fantasiesandfolklore — Lord Keife x Queen Relta — ship: champions and crowns [Platonic/Sexual]

@fantasiesandfolklore — Lady Farah x Queen Relta — ship: she calls me daddy [Sexual]

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@blackarrcw // Maid Marian && Sir Guy && Lady Marguerite of Gisborne (Marian/Guy Daughter)

“Mother, I can be like Uncle Robin if I go!” Marguerite, Margot, insisted, looking into her mother’s eyes with a determined gaze. “I need to help England, since with King Richard gone, no one has hope,” she reminded Marian, “you used to fight for those who have less also.”

Margot groaned, running her fingers through her long hair and growing increasingly frustrated with her parents. “Father is the sheriff and can keep me out of the hangman’s noose,” she added, “I can just focus on the corrupt wealthy as targets.”

Sir Guy walked into the room, looking between his wife and daughter before raising a brow. Turning to Margot, he cleared his throat before saying: “I support whatever your mother told you,” he informed her, patting her back gently.

He glanced at Marian, remembering her days as the Night Watchmen. They’d yet to tell their daughter about that, knowing she’d never let her mother live it down.

“Father, I just want to do what Uncle Robin did as an outlaw. I even have garbs that will help me hide in the woods,” she informed him, causing him to immediately have a throbbing headache as he thought of her ‘uncle’.

“Just because a relative did it, does not mean it is right for you. You can fight through political means,” Guy pointed out to her, infuriating her further. “A marriage to someone with a family known to be loyal to King Richard would help,” he added, “that way you can influence him and he can help be the future of England — or at least work toward it if he is of sufficient rank.”

Margot glared at her father at his suggestion of marriage, it being a contested subject in the household. “I truly would rather just steal from the absurdly wealthy,” she insisted to both parents, “I’ll get married when I am ready.”

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what type of villain are you? ... — Muse: Relta || V: Phoenix Queen

The Betrayer

You like to do things up close and personal. As personal as you can get. You are an excellent actor, and you do adore putting on a smile knowing your worst enemy, the one you hate the most, doesn't suspect a thing when they tell you their deepest secrets. Your only motivation is revenge, and revenge you shall get. Perhaps you loved them once, long ago, but any fondness for your target you once felt has long since warped and twisted into perverse obsession, laced with malice and venom and seething hatred. Good or evil does not matter to you. All that matters is they get what they deserve

Tagged by: stole it! Tagging: @blackarrcw (Guy or Elyssa); @seekingsolidground (Constantine); @singeart (Sapph); @truedarkhcld / @tsarincvdova

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@blackarrcw for Maid Marian! — Semi Prompted Starter

“Mother, please! I know how to handle myself in court. I’ve been shadowing father for two years now, where I could at least,” Marguerite begged, her mother having been lecturing her on proper court etiquette when a king was present. “He’s shown me the way to handle unwanted suitors as well,” she had to laugh at that, as Sir Guy had simply told her to tell him if anyone was bothering her and they’d be dispatched from her presence.

Marge huffed, exhausted from her archery practice and the lecture. “I’m better with this thing than father is by now,” she boasted, though it might be true as she was trained by the former Night Watchman. “Someday I hope to outshoot even you,” she beamed at her mother, letting one final arrow go flying toward the far away target.

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@blackarrcw // cont’d from [here]

That job had been quite the close one in his eyes. The sandy haired archer looked toward his companion, a nod given in response before speaking "Always good to have the extra help." He answered, features soft for but a brief moment until he'd gotten a good look at her face. Slowly putting his bow away Robin's features had twisted slightly into confusion, and then sudden realization had hit.

She was King Richard's daughter! The features stoo out to him, at first he'd missed it thinking she was just another wanting to travel in the woods. But after that moment and now getting a good look at her? He decided he'd keep this information to himself and not utter a word about it. Just as he was about to say something else, his rag-tag band of merry thieves had come along - Much being Much and rather loud at that with his questioning.

"And this is all going back home with us!" At this, the archer shook his head, "No Much." He responded, looking toward his friend briefly seeing the look of shock and disappointment roll in together, "Our new friend here gets to decide what happens with all of this."

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Relta felt Robin’s gaze on her as he spoke to her, offering a warm smile at her new ally. It was good to meet someone so loyal to her probable father. She just hoped he didn’t say anything, as the only others who would recognize her were threats, such as her uncle and Guy of Gisborne due to his…travels to the Holy Land. Robin knowing was fine by her, but if word spread that the King had a bastard child? It’d put an even larger target on her back than her outlaw “antics” did.

“Good to be able to help, and with no bloodshed,” she agreed, lifting a few of Robin’s arrows from the ground that hadn’t been damaged and offering them to him as she could easily make more that were more suited to her bow.

The redhead turned to Much and chuckled before giving Robin a surprised look. She hadn’t expected him to do that for her, to trust her enough to let her decide.

“There’s a small town about an hour by horseback to the south of here that was recently ravaged by robbers and later, well, arguably more robbers but they claimed to be the sheriff’s taxmen,” she began, “aiding the town would mean a great deal to me,” she explained. She wanted to rebuild her mother’s town was the truth.

Ripping the corner of a paper she’d pocketed from the carriage’s non-gold goods, she folded it up in a specific way to look like a flower. “You see flowers like these and you’ll know you’re close. Don’t pick the flowers though, they’re seen as holy,” she explained before taking a breath.

“I could also show you the way, or some of your men. I doubt you want to be too far from Nottingham and Locksley, so if you trust me with the gold, I’ll take some help and bring the town what we…recovered,” she suggested. Much as she was scared to return to her hometown, she knew Robin needed to keep an eye on the sheriff and Gisborne.

Before Robin could answer, Relta blinked in shock and unrolled the paper she’d ripped. “Robin…you need to see this,” she informed him after reading it herself. Word was, the Prince was on his way to oversee the sheriff, and soon. “We have to stop them,” she stated bluntly, not willing to let her uncle take the throne that belonged to her father. This took priority to getting her town the money they desperately needed.

Turning to Much, she grinned, “how many arrows and swords do you think a third of this gold could buy us to save England?”

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@blackarrcw Guy // Plotted Starter

“Guy, we can’t do this anymore,” Relta whispered as tears trickled down her face. “I’m to marry Robin, to unite England and Scotland,” she explained, unable to pull herself from Guy’s embrace. His tender touch. Robin was fine by Relta, but alas, she did not love him and Guy held her heart now. “I cannot do this to you or Marian,” she whispered, her hands shaking as she held onto Guy’s leather jacket. “Guy, I love you,” she informed him, tilting her head up to be able to face him as best she could. She hadn’t used those words yet, only showed him her love in his actions. “I cannot marry someone I don’t love. I cannot marry anyone except you” she whispered.

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@blackarrcw continued from [here]

Attraction.

He believed it was a feeling he had when it came to Marian all that time ago. But now? With this beautiful woman in front of him, Guy was certain that it was a feeling now. His hand had reached out for the woman long, slender fingers wrapped around her own as he gently tugged her to him. This was a day he'd never forget, a day that would always live with him. "So, my charms seem to be working then." The man teased, offering the royal a small smile before he leaned in and pressed his lips to her cheek.

Relta had yet to feel romantic attraction toward, well, anyone, until she had encountered Sir Guy. Something about him keeping her secret for her safety despite it being a risk for him, endeared him to her. Now? Now they were engaged, her having proposed after learning her father was dying. She knew she needed a co-monarch, specifically a king, and felt this redeemed version of Sir Guy of Gisborne was who she wanted by her side and providing her and England with heirs.

“Your charms and your honesty,” Relta answered, enjoying how he’d pulled her to him. “Ever since you protected me from Vaisey by not telling him who my father is…I’ve been drawn to you,” she confessed, her cheeks flushing when the dark haired man kissed one of them.

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Relta found comfort in Guy’s arms, much as she knew she shouldn’t with what he’d done. He was redeeming himself, though, and she was willing to give someone a second chance. She’d always been honest with Guy, ever since he figured out who she was. She hadn’t denied it, only said it was probable — which was the truth, as she only had her mother’s word to go by.

“We will, but I’m unsure as of how,” she confessed, knowing Hood and company were going to make sure the path was safe and possibly endangering themselves. “I know Robin will always fight, and always have followers, but what about widespread change for England? He can’t be everywhere at once,” she sighed, shaking a bit in Guy’s embrace.

“I agree,” Relta nodded, steeling herself in a way that even changed her eye color to a darker green. She was a princess and warrior both, having been taught to fight and stand her ground ‘despite being a woman’.

By the time they were ready, it was nearly supper, Relta sending a note to Vaisey that she had a stomach bug and that Guy was making sure she was alright to get them out of the ‘family dinner’ they had weekly.

There was, however, a matter that lingered in the air. If Relta became queen and loved Guy truly, would be come King of England upon their union?

@blackarrcw // for Guy — Romangst

Relta ran through the castle to find Sir Guy of Gisborne, her heart pounding in her chest as she rushed to find him. Robin Hood had delivered devastating news to her, and Guy needed to be made aware of the situation as well so they could act swiftly…before it was too late, really.

Upon finding him, he was — thank god — alone. “Guy!” She exclaimed, rushing to embrace him as tears began streaming down her freckled face. “My father…France…we have to leave now,” she informed him, unable to even explain what was occurring she was so panicked.

“He’s dying, and if he doesn’t know of me, I cannot stand against my uncle,” she whispered to him, “and I’ll never have met him if we don’t go now.” Her emerald eyes were shiny from her tears, her fear palatable in her quaking voice.

“Robin is already on the way, making sure our path is safe,” she added, having been with the outlaw when receiving the news. She used her sleeve to dry her tears and did her best to calm down as she just held onto Guy, unaware that she was trembling.

“We’re losing England.”