I do not own Robin Hood BBC.

Warning: does contain GuyOC.

She should have been content, rejoicing even. That Guy had found himself someone else to obsess over, but Marian was not.

And it was strange.

It was those eyes that used to look at her; how he stolen so many glances when he thought she hadn't been looking. Those stolen glances were no longer looking at her, but to another.

She had seen it the first moment he had helped her off her horse.

Marian looked at her, an eyebrow raised, "Are you unable to dismount a horse?"

"Of course I can, but its Sir Guy of Gisbourne how could I resist?"

She didn't mean it to be rude.

But Marian felt a sort of anger build in her as she saw the two walk away, he was leading her to the dining hall and Marian was left unescorted.

But she consoled herself.

She had Robin, she had Robin, she had Robin.

Marian then noticed everything else.

How he looked at her while they ate, and how she looked back at him. How that dark smile of his would intrigue her and cause her eyes to roam Guy's face for hints.

It shouldn't intrigue Marian.

But she couldn't help it.

Now, she hated this woman, and for reasons she couldn't understand.

"Don't they make a good couple?"

"If you're interested in such things," she replied bitterly to the Sherriff.

"I'm glad to hear that from you Marian, I almost thought you would object."

"Object to what?"

"They are to be wed."

Her hatred reached a new level when she saw the look that crossed the twos face when it was announced.

And he did not look at her to see how she was taking the news.

He didn't even glance.

Those glances were not hers any longer.

Stalking through the castle she couldn't believe how angry she felt.

How in the past week alone this woman had just come out of nowhere and obviously tricked Guy into marriage.

It was deceitful to string someone along like that, to fool them into thinking that they were interested when obviously they were going to break his heart.

It almost made her want to cry.

He used to be hers.

She had always hated him, even when he had been almost good.

He had been kind to her.

Told her that he cared for her.

But her eyes had always been on another.

Robin Hood.

Now he didn't even acknowledge her presence.

How could she be so angry when he was finally leaving her alone?

It was when she was walking through the castle, to rendezvous with Robin that she saw them.

She had told herself, consoled herself, and fooled herself into forgetting about that dark haired, evil man.

To not think about his piercing eyes, and his smile, and his hands and his voice.

But she paused at a noise.

Hidden in a room of the castle she saw them, together. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, while his hands roamed over her body and his lips...

The lips that used to be hers.

And his husky moans of passion as he pressed her onto the wall.

She gripped onto the black leather and bit her lip as he continued to kiss her, more passionately and more wantonly than Marian had ever seen anyone kiss before.

That passion that used to be hers.

Marian put a hand to her chest, how can this be?

She walked towards Robin, and saw him looking at her and then turn away to hear what Much was saying.

Marian felt something then.

A sort of disappointment.

Had she expected him to look at her the way that Guy looks at his new love, or the way that he used to look at her?

Robin had passion; there was no doubt about that.

But it wasn't the passion that would steal her away to dark corners of the castle, where the rest of the world was absent. It wasn't the sort that was seen in the eyes of a man as his hands roamed over her body.

It wasn't in Robins eyes.