Aug 21, 2020
@heartsdefine​.
   A small frown has situated itself upon Robin’s brow. He sits in camp, leaning back against some long-fallen tree trunk and picking at the last few bits of the food from Whitespire that they did not give to the people of Strone - and the lads did not eat immediately. He seems disquieted by something, even by Marian’s side, unable to stop thinking about the conversation he had with the High Queen.Â
   ‘ Nobody else would have let me go. ’ He says this as if he is deeply troubled by the fact that he still breathes. ‘ Everybody in that castle wanted me dead, and she sat me down at a dinner table and asked me for my thoughts. ’Â
