-1A/N: This story idea comes from season 2. That I have not seen yet, only read about here in the states. It seems things are not that great between them. Sometimes loving someone is not enough, to let oneself be hurt over and over.

Marion lay there thinking. Perhaps she was still believing in fairy stories like the one her nanny had told her so many years ago. Where everything was perfect, and all lived happily ever after. But the big question, was it possible? She wasn't certain. Robin was her childhood sweetheart, up until she was sixteen and he left her for the king. She knew men went and faught for their king, and had their duty. But hadn't Robin done his already?

She rolled over and hit at her pillow. She was cold and miserable. How many times could she watch him risk his life, being careless with it, like his plan had been to take on all the black knights…certain suicide. It was almost like he courted death. She thought men probably thought different from women, and it was why he did what he did. Even her father had done what he thought best, by wanting her to marry Gisborne, while he tried to stop the sheriff. She would never do that to her daughter, if she had one.

What could she do about it all. She could overlook Robin's need to sacrifice her future with him, she could become a nun, or decide that perhaps love wasn't enough to stay by Robin's side. She had told him how she felt, and he seemed puzzled by it all. But why? It was simple to her. Perhaps she should seek a man's point of view, but who could she talk to about this?

Perhaps she could talk to Little John, but he was Robin's man. She would decide in the morning. Allan, She knew a few girls that were nice, and also pretty. Perhaps he might like to meet them. Perhaps she could find a woman for Little John also, one who had kids, and alone. She enjoyed matchmaking when she could. Too bad she was so bad at doing her own.

Marion dozed off, to a fitful sleep.

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Robin came back to camp in a foul mood. Much looked up from stirring the food. "How did it go Master? Did you get us some vegetables? "

"No." Robin sat down, and his dark expression worried Much. The other's tried to ignore Robin, figuring it had something to do with Marion.

"Master, has something happened? With Marion I mean?"

Robin looked over at him, as he rubbed his bearded cheek. "Yes, Marion is upset with me. She thinks I don't care about her. That I don't think about her as I should. That I take foolish chances with my life, and act like I am a one man army. I tried to explain it to her. I had a duty to the king, my countrymen."

Much put down the spoon, and rubbed the knees of his pants. "Master, she might be right. You do take foolish chances, like with the Knights, leaving us behind as well. You run off on your own, sacrificing yourself, and not worrying about the rest of us who care about you. I don't want anything to happen to you. I'd miss you. It would kill Marion."

Robin stood up and began to pace. "Perhaps I am a bit impulsive, but I am trying to make things like they once were, before the sheriff, and Prince John took over while Richard is gone. Marion is pulling away from me. I am going to lose her, and I don't know if I can change for her. Be what she wants me to be. She doesn't change for me. The night watchman for instance. She risk her life, taking on Gisborne that night, and almost died. Women are supposed to be obedient to their men. She is headstrong, and does what she wants."

"Yes, but not repeatedly like you. You can't change the whole country, Master. You are one man, and you can die like the rest of us. Perhaps you could think before you act, consider all of us, before you do something like that, then not do it."

Robin took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Much, my friend. you have a point. It doesn't work for everyone though. I will think on it."

"Dinner is ready. If you want to talk later I will listen. Do you think Marion might want to talk?"

"I don't know Much, you could see."

The outlaws sat around the fire, eating their dinner silently. The rabbit stew was tasty, and filling.