Summary: She loves Robin, of course she does. But what's she feeling towards Guy? Marian's POV during THAT scene of series 2 episode 3: M/R, M/G. Rated M to be extremely safe, personally I think it's fine.

Disclaimer: Robin Hood and all related bits belong to the BBC.

It's a while since I saw this episode, and Youtube tends to kill my computer, so I may have got a few of the little details wrong, but the sentiment's the same.

Burnt By The Flame

I love Robin.

He's the one I want to marry. He's the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. He's the one whose children I want to bear.

I love Robin, of course I do.

I don't love Guy.

I ran out of our wedding. I shudder when he tries to mould his feelings into something more delicate and so unlike him. He's a cruel, power-hungry murderer.

I don't love Guy, of course I don't.

So how come, when I lie between the sheets at night and dream of leaving the maiden behind me, it isn't Robin who takes me? It's Guy. No matter how I try, I cannot picture Robin in the same way.

That isn't love. It's only lust. Raw and animalistic.

Every time I see Guy, I am scorched by the flame that keeps burning inside me. My cheeks flush scarlet; my body blazes hotter and hotter. He mistakes my reaction to his presence as love. We have entire conversations through eyes alone. Yes, you do love me, his say. No, I do not, mine reply.

It isn't love. It's only lust.

So now, I stand before him, and once again we battle without words. The burning beast in my heart roars into life from its dormant state as my eyes feast upon his bare skin. I have never seen him like this before and I can't help myself. His body fascinates me. I've seen Robin in such a semi-attired state, but he didn't stir me in the same way. He didn't mesmerise me.

This isn't love. It's only lust.

I see Robin, hidden in the shadows outside the window, and I pull away from Guy's touch.

I love Robin.

I don't love Guy

This isn't love.

This isn't love.

This isn't love. This can't be love. This shouldn't be love. This mustn't be love.

This is only lust.

Isn't it?