Robin ran down the passageways, he had to find her, he couldn’t let anything happen to her, not again. He’d promised himself he wouldn’t, a secret promise to her too.

A flash of white caught his eye as it disappeared around the corner a short way ahead; it had to be her, the snow white garments he’d married and buried her in.

He picked up his speed, even as he turned the corner. Now he could see the stairs he knew she was heading for, heading towards his enemy, and to her death. Running faster still he grabbed hold of her arm, quickly positioning himself between her and the stairway.

“Robin?” Marian looked concerned, there was something different about him, and not just the relief and astonishment so evident in his eyes.

Robin was completely speechless; he hadn’t seen her in a year and she was as beautiful as he remembered, if not more beautiful, and the sound of his name on her lips still made him skip a heartbeat. It was like nothing had changed, but it had, so much had changed; so much had happened to him, but she was completely unaware, she hadn’t been there. He still had no idea what to say; that morning he’d thought he would never see her again, and now he was stood face to face with her, even touching her.

“Are you alright?” She asked, he was clearly not himself; he was acting like he hadn’t seen her in a long time, almost like she was ghost.

Robin locked eyes with her, gazing deep into Marian’s eyes; he loved to get lost in her beautiful blue eyes and forget the world around them. He slowly moved closer to her and their lips met in a tender loving kiss as he wrapped his arms protectively around her waist. They broke away briefly, before his lips returned to hers in a more passionate kiss, full of need; it had been so long since he’d kissed her, and how he’d missed her.

He pulled away, lightly kissing her on the cheek as he hugged her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. She put her own arms around his waist, resting her head on his chest; hugging him back.

He smiled, relishing the warmth of her body against his own, wondering how he’d managed to survive a year without her, certain he would never see her again, let alone hug or kiss her. For her, he knew it could only be for her, she’d made him promise to keep fighting for her, and that’s what had kept him going, he would never break a promise to her.