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And people thought he was prideful. They weren’t wrong, but still.
John also didn’t trust her as far as he could throw her, and he couldn’t throw anything very far, much less her.
If the dress was purposefully designed to be difficult to try to run away in, well, weren’t all wedding dresses? It was no less magnificent.
“I should break your leg for that. I told you not to move.” “You told me not to scream.” “Not moving was implied.” “You’re going to kill me over an implication?” “You’re Prince John. There are plenty of reasons to kill you.”
“Being pleasant to your prisoner doesn’t make them any less a captive.” “Most people wouldn’t call being a princess imprisonment.” Otherwise John would be considered just as much a captive as she was. Actually, considering Richard’s threats, John wasn’t exactly a free man either.
“How was your day?” “Ask me that again, and I’m throwing this apple at you. You’ll see my aim isn’t constrained to just arrows.” Her aim wasn’t constrained to just arrows. Luckily for John, he was good at running away and dodging.
The few times a noble or courtier had been brave enough to try to tell him to his face that his wife was ruining everything, he’d snapped at them and threatened them with the stocks for insulting her and him. Hopefully she would finally crack so he could get back to being the one ruining lives.
John didn’t like this game. As he stared at Robin in the candlelight, he had a strange realization. He didn’t want to win if it meant Robin lost.
“No. They’re going to hate me.” John shifted closer, looking up at her tearstained cheeks and using every ounce of his little restraint not to wipe them away himself. “Let them blame me for it all. Let them blame me for famine and flood. Let them believe I am the one responsible for all ruination.”
Stop I should not be crying because Prince John is so sweet 😭❤️
Robin hoped she’d hear something from her men soon, but until then… She supposed this wasn’t the worst way to spend her time. Robin watched the candlelight frame John’s face as he jotted something down. Maybe John wasn’t the worst person to spend time with.
Seriously, these developments in their relationship are killing me. I love it so much. ❤️
So he couldn’t love her. Because he couldn’t bear what would happen if it slipped out. He couldn’t lose what little he did have with her. No matter how much he wanted more.
John rested his hand on her leg again and closed his eyes, unable to pretend he didn’t feel his heart swelling so much it was about to break right out of his chest. He loved her. And he could never let her find out.
She was Robin Hood, the most wanted criminal in the country, not some little girl tongue-tied around a handsome boy. John wasn’t a handsome boy. He was a handsome man though.
“That’s right. There’s nothing you can do about it if I have my hands on my wife. And I do. Every night.” John smirked as Will’s face matched his surname. “And she enjoys it.” The best part was it was true, just not the way he was implying.
Wow, what a snot 😂😂😂
As John pulled her arm in even tighter, forcing her to step closer as he led them into the ballroom, every eye in the room was on them as the nobles bowed and curtsied at their approach. All of them, peering up and trying to see if he’d managed to tame the most troublesome criminal Astren had ever seen, and what they would see was him in her infamous color. It was as clear a stance as one could take.
Geez, this man is legitimately really smart.
You fail to actually go through with executing your only friend a few times and it loses its power.
Funny how that works 😂
John leaned his head against Robin’s, taking in the feeling of her hair against his cheek and in his hand. It was a horrid thing, to be trying to memorize what it was like to hold her while she cried, but John could not help his greedy, wicked heart. If this would be the only way Robin would ever be close to him, he was going to take it and engrave it into his memory.
“Do you even still want them to?” Marian whispered. “Have you ever considered… maybe you’re wrong? That maybe this isn’t a prison? That maybe this was where you’re meant to be in order to do the most good? That you can choose to be happy? That you can choose to love?” Not after what he’d done to her. Not Prince John. Not a wicked coward.
Honey, it wasn't even that long ago that you spent an entire chapter talking about how wasn't actually awful. He's only a "wicked coward" when you're trying not to acknowledge that you care about him.
She’d named herself Robin. Of course she acted like a caged bird. And she was. He couldn’t pretend he hadn’t ripped her out of the sky and stuck her in the most magnificent cage in Astren, hoping she’d sing for him.
“All of it because I did not know how to tell you I love you. But I do. I love you, and if I must lose you, I will have you face me.”
Even better than the day Prince John caught Robin Hood was the day Robin Hood chose Prince John.
