I hope you all like my medieval spin on the Arrow! Meet Oliver the Green Knight! Eventual Olicity I promise! :)

Chapter 1

King Oliver of Starling raised his sword to ward off the crippling blow of his opponent's weapon. He and his knights had been fighting for what felt like hours after being ambushed on their way back home.

They were in an unknown town and severely outnumbered. He watched his men as they began to slow from fatigue and injury. Something had to be done. He was not normally one to call for retreat, but to save his men's lives he would do nearly anything.

"Retreat to the forest", he yelled over the clamber of swords.

Oliver watched as his men ran for the tree line, and then followed, the sound of their enemies' cheers turning his stomach. They ran to an outcropping of rocks and took shelter. They had no horses and no provisions, so without a miracle they were doomed.

Just as they settled down for the evening, Oliver heard a sound. Leaves crackled under the intruder's footsteps giving away their position. He waited until the cloaked figure rounded the bend before he grabbed it.

He realized something was off when his arms wrapped around a very womanly form. The hood of the cloak fell away to reveal a mass of tangled blond curls. The blue gaze that collided with his was angry and slightly fearful.

"What do you want", she hissed, "Not that I don't know, but I thought I should ask just in case your motives are not nefarious. You should be aware that the village will come looking for me. Not that they'll notice I'm gone, but they'll come looking."

Oliver found himself smiling as the words gushed from the woman's mouth in quick secession.

"You have nothing to fear from us. We mean you and your village no harm. We simply need supplies and horses if you can spare them."

Felicity stared up at the man who held her in his strong arms, and she took a moment to study him. His dark blond hair was cut short, and his blue eyes were striking. If she were to guess, she would say that he was a man of authority. She could hear it in his voice; could see it in the set of his broad shoulders.

For some unexplained reason, she trusted him. Maybe it was the kindness that shone from his handsome blue gaze or perhaps the genuine smile that played across his lips. Whatever the reason, she soon found herself answering.

"I will see what I can do", she said as she felt his arms fall from her waist.

"Thank you, that is all that I ask."

Oliver watched the woman go, not even knowing her name. He wondered if he'd made a grave error in confiding in her, but something about her made him believe that he had made the right decision.

Felicity made her way back to the village in the waning evening light. Ruffians had plagued her home for many months, taking what little food they had and stomping out any resistance. She felt a small sliver of hope upon seeing the well-trained army in the woods, until finding that the band of outlaws had defeated them.

She made her way into her small hut, where she lived alone. She quickly gathered what little supplies she had and loaded them into a small cart along with a few chickens. This would only be enough to staunch their hunger, and wouldn't satisfy them for very long.

As she wandered back into the woods with a torch lighting the way, she planned on how to get them more food. If they were going to fight then they needed to be well fed. The only way to do that was to steal it from the storehouse that was heavily guarded by one of the bandits at all times.

Soon, Felicity came to the camp and was again met by the same man.

"This was all I had, but I have a plan to get more. I'll need your help though", she said, a hopeful expression painting her features.

"Very well, what can we do for you", the man asked in his deep voice.

"Bandits have beset my village and I need your help to get rid of them."

Oliver stared at the woman, mulling over her strange request. He knew now that this village couldn't give his men the help they needed unless he rid them of their bandit problem.

"Alright, if you continue to supply us with food then we will rid you of the bandits", he said seriously.

He watched as her face lit up and a smile curved her generous lips.

"Thank you so much, sire", she said in awe.

Oliver simply nodded and watched as she made her way to the fire. He looked on as she knelt by the flames, setting out pots and bowls. Soon, the aroma of stew drifted through the camp and his men were groaning with impatience.

He smiled as his oldest friend and right hand joined him.

"Sire, this woman is risking her life helping us", John said, "If she were caught by the outlaws they would show her no mercy."

"I know", Oliver said with a frown.

He regretted involving the woman, but he had seen no other way. Watching her caused his mind to wander to his wife to be. Laurel was nothing like the woman before him. She was refined and proper, everything a future queen should be. He loved her, but he often felt that his love was not returned.

They had met at a very young age and had fallen in love. However, as they grew older things became more complicated. Now he wondered if her heart had not turned to another.

Oliver was pulled from his dreary thoughts by a sweet, melodious voice.

"Sire, would you like some stew", Felicity asked with a steaming bowl in her hands.

"Yes, thank you", Oliver said as he took the earthen bowl from her grasp.

He inhaled the aroma of the simple stew before taking a tentative taste. He smiled as the rich broth slid down his throat.

"This is very good", Oliver complemented.

"Thank you, sire. I'm afraid I still don't know your name. Since we are going to be working together for the foreseeable future, perhaps we should be introduced."

"Very well. I am Oliver of Starling", he said with a smile.

"It's very nice to meet you Oliver of Starling. I am Felicity", she said with a faint blush.

If the handsome knight saw the rosy tint staining her cheeks, he didn't comment upon it. Felicity watched Oliver as he interacted with his men. They all seemed to hold great respect and admiration for their leader. She had met a man like him and she feared the impact he would have on her heart.

"It's getting late, you need to return to the village", Oliver said effectively halting her wandering thoughts.

"Of course. I'll bring more food tomorrow night. I'll also give you the layout of the village and surrounding area so you won't be surprised again."

"Thank you Felicity. Please be careful", Oliver said with concern filled eyes.

Felicity nodded before once again disappearing into the darkness. She took the worn path back to her home; unaware of the angry glare cast her way from the shadows.

Gareth watched the woman from his hiding place in the growing wheat. He had seen her go into the forest and thought she was only going to gather wood. However, when she didn't return shortly he knew that she was up to something.

He realized that the path she'd taken was in the direction his enemy had fled. If this woman was helping them, then she had to be stopped. A maniacal smile spread across his craggy features. The woman would pay dearly, and the green knight would be forced to watch.

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