Lady Thief

CHAPTER Twenty-Three




There were no guards now. As soon as the prince left, Rob would move into the large chamber in the center of the residences. And he’d wait for me to be

there with him, as his wife.

I shut my eyes. There were no way I could stay here, married to Gisbourne with Rob so close by.

Months ago there were so many places I could think of to run to; now there weren’t any I could fathom.

I slipped quiet into his room and sat on his bed, thinking of the first I saw him. I’d been a girl, playing in the garden with Joanna, and he came out,

his back straight, awful formal and awful old to my young eyes. I’d seen a man even then. Joanna blushed but I didn’t have enough shame to, and I wound

the chain of flowers I were making into a crown and put it on his head. He bowed to accept it, and when he stood, there were a smile on his mouth.

He stayed for dinner, but he didn’t ever speak to me. And then he left with his father, and not long after, for the Crusades.

The next time had been in a market in London, and his shadow-dark eyes looked like salvation for me. I knew him, I knew his station, I knew what would

happen to the girl he couldn’t recognize who stole his purse. I did it badly and he caught my wrist and stopped me. When he addressed me like a lad I

went with it. I hadn’t been trying to look so much like a boy before that, just not a girl, not a pretty thing like Joanna, that a man could hurt and

think nothing of.

And then I’d looked on him every day since, each day my eyes a bit more open to his face, his heart, his soul. And then there were something else there,

something quite like salvation but different still.

He opened the door, and I looked up. The moon were bright and the skies clear of snow, so I hadn’t lit a candle. I liked the blue of midnight light. I

liked it more when he stood in it, making him glow bright, the shadows that had haunted him leaving off for once.

I stood and walked over to him, holding up my palm and shivering as his slid into it, pushing my fingers apart and sliding his own between them, binding

our hands together. He leaned his head down and kissed me, the first one cool and light like silver, then again, growing warmer, his mouth opening and

his tongue speaking a strange new language into my mouth. His hands fell to my hips, and my body shook. All I wanted were to stop shivering, and I

pressed tighter against him.

He made a sound that vibrated into my mouth, pulling my waist tighter and up so I bent backward, leaning into him like a willow branch. I gripped his

neck, not sure if I were on my feet or not, touching the ground or not. My name, my parents, my place—I weren’t sure of a damn thing except his mouth,

his kiss, his tongue touching mine and making me feel separate from my whole being. His hand came up and stroked my neck, so warm and hot on my bare skin

that I gasped, and he pulled back, breathing hard.

“Good God, Scarlet,” he moaned in my ear, pressing my cheek to his, his fingers on my neck, in my hair—I could feel their touches like he were

plucking strings on an instrument, resonating on my skin like music. “We have to stop.”

The shivery feeling changed fast. “I did something wrong.” I pulled away. “Oh, Rob, I’m not very good at all this!” I told him.


He laughed and pulled me back against him. “Not the reason we have to stop, my love.”

“Why?” I asked, my voice gone quiet.

His laugh went softer, and he kissed the corner of my mouth, my cheek, right below my ear. “I forget how innocent you are,” he said, and I flushed,

frowning. He kissed the hanging bit of my ear and my good hand curled into a fist on his neck, the frown forgotten. “If I kiss you once more, Scar, we

certainly won’t be talking for the rest of the night. And you can forget whatever you wanted to tell me before making you my wife, because whether or

not the church agreed, you’d be my wife.”

My blood ran thick and hot, rushing to my skin, everywhere. “Oh,” I breathed. “But we were just kissing.”

His lips were on my cheek. “Kissing you …,” he said, but he didn’t finish the words. He kissed me again, and his lips and tongue and the wet slide of

it all spun me. All I wanted were to touch him more. To touch his skin.

I pulled away with a sharp breath. “Oh,” I realized. A dizzy thought slipped through my mind—if I were meant to submit to Gisbourne, what were the

harm in Robin’s hands on me, blotting out the ink of Gisbourne’s touch?

“Tomorrow,” he promised, his voice low and rough, slipping into my blood. His eyes glittered. “Many, many kisses tomorrow.”

No—if I were to keep touching Rob, I’d have to tell him, and if I told him, he would kill Gisbourne. He would lose everything for his love of me.

He leaned his head on mine, and my heart felt like a stone.

“What do you need to tell me?” he asked. “You worried me.”

“You don’t seem worried,” I murmured.

“Your kisses are very reassuring,” he told me.

“I tried—yesterday, I wanted to tell you—but you needed sleep. I didn’t want you not to sleep, not because of me,” I started, and the shivering

turned darker as I went. What if this changed everything? How could I say these things out loud when they had just bare started feeling true in my chest?

“What is it, Scar?” he asked, rubbing my back.

I shook my good hand out. “I saw my parents. You—you won’t need their permission for anything.”

“No? It didn’t go well?”

The swamping wave of their hate hit me again, and the shaking stopped, covered with dark and shame. “They think I killed Joanna. Their real daughter.

Their only daughter,” I said, looking up at him.

“Only?” he repeated.

I nodded, feeling water draw up in my eyes. “They just kept saying it were my fault. My fault, and I weren’t theirs.”

“Love,” he murmured, hugging me tight. “From all you’ve told me, Joanna lived for you. She didn’t die because of you.”

It seemed easier—less painful—to remember her when I were inside Rob’s arms. Her smile. The way her long, elegant hands felt touching my face, tending

to the scar Gisbourne put there. Rob stroked my hair, my neck, his hands on me melting everything away like butter in the sun.

“So they took you in?” he asked. “Did they tell you who from?”

“They didn’t,” I told him. “But Eleanor did.”

He pulled me off his chest to look at my face. “Eleanor of Aquitaine?”

I nodded.

“Who?” he asked.

“Richard,” I said, trying to find strength in my voice. “I am the daughter of Richard the Lionheart.”

Robin’s hands fell from me, and he staggered back a step. Then he stepped forward and kissed me.

I pushed him off. “What are you doing?” I snapped. “I just told you—”

“And I decided we’re just going to have to do this the dishonorable way, because there’s no way in hell I’m asking for his permission to marry you,”

he told me, stepping forward again with a grin. “I love the man, but he terrifies me.”

I ducked his kiss. “Rob!”

He stopped, but caught me up anyway. “What?”

“This isn’t a joke. Eleanor told me herself.”

“Well, if you want me to, I’ll ask for your hand from him. Maybe I can just ask Eleanor. She seems to like me.”

“She does like you. But Rob! Please be serious.”

“Why?” he asked, losing the grin. “What problem do you see that I’m missing?”

“It’s why Prince John hates me. He’ll keep coming after me. There’s nothing to stop him.”

His arms tightened. “I already knew that he hates both of us. Why answers a bit of a mystery but doesn’t change anything. I’m sheriff now. I’ll have

guards and the means to protect us and our children. And beyond that, I’ll protect you and you’ll protect me. I was thinking I should give you new

knives for a wedding gift.”

My stomach twisted and my chest felt like stone. “Eleanor wants me to go to France. Or everywhere, with her, it seems.”

“Well, she can borrow you from time to time—this seems to make her your grandmother, yes?—but she can’t have you.” He stopped. “Do you want to go

everywhere with her?”

“No,” I said. “I want to get to know her, but I told her I don’t ever want to leave Nottinghamshire.” I looked at him—how were it possible to feel

so much love for a thing and feel so lost and hopeless at the same time?

“Then we’ll figure out something that satisfies you both. I can share.”

I blinked up at him. “This doesn’t change anything for you, does it?” I realized.

“Of course not.” He frowned. “Did you truly think it would?”

I nodded slow.

“Scarlet,” he murmured. His hands squeezed my waist. “I’ve told you all along, I knew who you were from the first. I know your heart. Names, titles,

hair, odd clothing choices, none of that changes who you are. And I am madly in love with who you are.”

Staring at him seemed like the wisest thing to do.

“Do you know why I won today? How I won?” he asked.

I shook my head.

“I knew after the first shot they’d changed the arrows. I figured one more shot would never give me the feel of it enough to control the third. And

then I imagined you, a tiny little ball of rage, berating me for ever doubting myself. Telling me that I’m the best damn archer you’ve ever seen and

that there’s only one thing the prince didn’t count on—that I’m a better archer than he knows.”

A smile crept over me. “I dressed you right down, it seems.”

“You did. And you saw the effect it had on me.” He sighed. “Besides, it isn’t as if the nightmares are gone. It isn’t as if I won’t be dealing with

this for a very, very long time, and if you can find it in you to love me despite all that, I don’t think you can really find it unfair for me to love

you back.”

“How have they been?” I asked. I took his hand from my back and tugged him to the bed, sitting up against the wall, my feet tucked up. He sat beside

me, jigsawing his body into mine and rubbing my knees.

“The first night I was here I didn’t sleep—every time my eyes shut I was there again, and I couldn’t breathe. After we spoke … it was better. I

think I’ve been so scared of them—which makes them worse, I think—because every time I thought of it, I thought of the way you’d look at me. The way

I was afraid you’d look at me. And when I told you, you didn’t. They’re not gone, but when I wake up, it’s just awake, it’s not blinded like I was

before.”


“What else happened in the Crusades?” I asked.

He sighed. “Is it strange to say that there was a lot of it I liked? The trip there—we were sailing for a year, and seeing so many strange, beautiful

lands. The food we ate—my God, you should have these oranges that we just pulled down from trees. The juice was like nectar. And the colors—colors you

never see in England. In the desert everything is tan, and white, with dangerous smudges of black. The buildings are all made from sand and stone the

color of sand. And the Mediterranean is this changing teal blue, like a deep, faceted jewel, lined with olive trees on every bank, it seemed. I saw more

things in those years than in all the rest combined. And the men I went with—there was something so strong there. We were fighting for more than

England. We were fighting for God, for each other. I could ignore my own pain to protect the man beside me. It’s a mentality of war, and yet when I came

home, I found the same loyalty, and selflessness, in you.”

My shoulder were near him and he kissed it, like he were worshiping a goddess. Blood crept through my face.

“Do you want to know about your father?” he asked soft. “Richard?”

A deep breath drew my chest up, but I nodded.

“He’s a giant,” Rob said with a grin. “Not truly, of course—maybe a head taller than me. But he always seems huge, and formidable. I was a young man

when I first answered his call, a boy, really, and he was a hero. A titan. Seven feet tall, three across. The loudest voice I ever heard and the first to

teach me that if you want to prove you’re a leader, whisper, because everyone will listen to you no matter how loud you are. I think faith must run in

the blood, because you’re the only one I’ve ever met whose faith rivals his. He knew. Every battle, he knew we’d win, and he taught us to believe too.

We believed in him.” His face twitched with a frown. “Even the things I questioned, I trusted him that it was necessary. And it was. For the war, at

least, if not for my soul.”

I squeezed his hand.

“He had fire and temper too. I saw him lose at cards once and he beat the man—the bigger man—to a bloody mess because he cheated. It took a lot to get

him angry, but Heaven help you if you did.” He shook his head. “He taught me so much about strength and power. That the man who is truly powerful has

the option to forgive, to pardon, to forgo vengeance and violence. It’s the weak man that must prove himself through such.” He looked at me. “I always

thought my father was weak. He was a very tolerant man, very forgiving and kind. I thought it meant people took advantage of him. Richard made me think

very differently of my father. Then he died, and I never got the chance to tell him just how much I loved him and respected him. And honored what he

taught me.”

I smiled at him, half for the softness of what he were saying, and half because I’d never heard him talk like this about war, and I loved it. Sliding my

palm against his, he clasped mine gentle. “What are you smiling at?”

“My sheriff,” I said. “So did you want to marry at sunset to beat John to matrimony?” I asked.

He brightened. “I didn’t even think of that. Good! That’s justice.”

I laughed, and he pulled me against him. “He were so happy tonight.”

A kiss landed in my hair. “We all were. In the castle, no less. Hard to imagine.”

“It’s the beginning of everything,” I said, closing my eyes into the daydream, thinking of how it were meant to be. “I don’t have to be a noble

anymore, and the shire can all be free and happy under a fair sheriff.”

“Well, you’re still a noble,” he corrected. “But you don’t have to dress like one, if you don’t wish.”

“Eleanor called me a princess,” I told him quiet. “She said it’s my duty not just to protect Nottingham, but all of England.”

“That’s because she wants you with her,” he said. “She’s very clever like that.”

“It doesn’t mean it’s a lie.”

“No. But it also doesn’t mean you have to do it. Or even that you can.”

I sighed. “I don’t want to be noble at all. I just want to be Scarlet.”

His breath was in my hair. “Even Scarlet was noble, she just didn’t tell anyone. And you protected people even then. You have a very fierce heart, I

hope you realize. I can only imagine if we have a baby, you’ll be an absolute terror.”

I curled up tighter, my heart broken clear and through. I knew I should tell him, say the words, but I couldn’t. “Do we have to have babies, Rob?” I

asked quiet.

He twisted a little, trying to look at me, but I kept my face away. “No, of course not, not if you don’t want to. You don’t want to?”

“I can’t even imagine it. I’m frightened every time I see babies in the town—that they’ll fall or cut themselves or fall sick or something. If it

were mine I don’t think I’d let the thing move, much less grow up. I’d be scared every moment.”

He laughed, harder than my pride liked, and I hit him with my good hand. He groaned, but kept laughing. I twisted and hit him again, and he caught my

shoulders and twisted me in the bed, falling on top of me, careful of my arm. I went still, and he shifted, lifting some of his weight off. He brushed my

hair back. “You can’t tell me you don’t want to have a baby because you’d love it too much.”

I scowled. “I can. I don’t like being scared.”

He kissed my cheek, settling in beside me so we faced each other. “Let’s leave it up to God, then. If he wants us to have a child, he’ll let us know.



I touched his face. “What will your first action as sheriff be?”

“Besides marrying my only love?” he asked. “Reorganizing taxes.”

“Not abolishing?”

“Taxes are necessary; they just don’t need to cripple a county,” he said. “Protecting the people doesn’t mean giving them what they think they want.

It means doing what’s right for everyone, and not just for a few.”

I pushed him back a little to lay on his chest, keeping my injured hand high by his heart. I wondered if his heart could heal my hand the way I always

imagined my hands could heal his skin. “Promise me,” I whispered to him. “Every night we’re married, we’ll talk just like this. About anything.”

“About everything,” he whispered back, putting two fingers light around my wrist. He kissed my hair, and I pressed my lips to his chest. “My heart. My

only love.”

“I love you too, Robin.”

I shut my eyes. No matter what happened in the morning, if my marriage weren’t annulled, if Gisbourne hurt me, Rob would come for me. Rob would forsake

his position as sheriff, his newfound freedom, even his life for me. And I couldn’t let him do it.

My head touched his and I thought, I love you, Robin. And I’ll fight for you.

I had hours left to think, and I had this heart, this man, and that made me stronger.

Gisbourne thought he knew what it were to not give up. He didn’t know the first thing.