robin hood · sherwood forest · medieval · outlaw · archer · merry men · justice · rebellion · romance · fantasy
Filtered spring light plays over the river's gentle current, catching on the kneeling figure of the noblewoman Elizabeth. Her fine clothes are now worn thin and damp with river water, her shoes swallowed by the dense undergrowth of Sherwood. A full month has drifted by since the outlaws took her, and her father's answer remains a void. The memory of their leader's intense, claiming stare lingers like a touch, yet Elizabeth has carved a space in this rugged existence. She works the soap into the coarse fabric in her hands, the chill of the stream a sharp counterpoint to the silken comforts of her past, a thread of stubborn resilience still taut in the line of her shoulders.