Sir Guy's diary
Disclaimer, so no one calls the police: this is the fictional diary of Sir Guy of Gisborne from the Robin Hood BBC TV series. This season he basically has two settings: homicidal or suicidal, so please also consider this a trigger warning.
Disclaimer 2: Guy is an idiot.
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14th September, in this the year of our Lord 1194
Dear Diary,
A year ago today, I killed Marian. Ever since then, my world has been spiralling out of control. I have gone from lord to prisoner, from Prince John's trusted emissary to disgraced henchman, from Sheriff to outlaw. Now I am a prisoner again, awaiting execution. This time, there will be no reprieve.
Isabella demanded a price for her aid: she wanted me to apologise for selling her to Thornton. When I dismissed such a foolish idea - why must she continually drag up the past? - she drugged and bound me, meaning to give me up to the Prince. But I am not so easily caught! I woke and escaped, with the help of an unwary maidservant who strayed too close.
So instead I worked up my plan for a royal execution. Prince John's greatest triumph would be followed by his fall from grace - as he did to me. I infiltrated the coronation ceremony, dressed as a guard. But Isabella thwarted me again, damn her! She took the crossbow bolt meant for the Prince, and Hood shot me in the shoulder before I could reload. I believe he escaped with the crown that Prince John was attempting to usurp (Hood claims that Richard is not really dead - not that I care), so at least the coronation cannot go ahead. Now Isabella - with her wound as a badge of honour - is made Sheriff. She tells me she will sign the writ for my death with great pleasure.
Too depressed to go on. I have sunk so low. Think I will give up this diary. What point is there in recording my final miserable days?
Disclaimer 2: Guy is an idiot.
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14th September, in this the year of our Lord 1194
Dear Diary,
A year ago today, I killed Marian. Ever since then, my world has been spiralling out of control. I have gone from lord to prisoner, from Prince John's trusted emissary to disgraced henchman, from Sheriff to outlaw. Now I am a prisoner again, awaiting execution. This time, there will be no reprieve.
Isabella demanded a price for her aid: she wanted me to apologise for selling her to Thornton. When I dismissed such a foolish idea - why must she continually drag up the past? - she drugged and bound me, meaning to give me up to the Prince. But I am not so easily caught! I woke and escaped, with the help of an unwary maidservant who strayed too close.
So instead I worked up my plan for a royal execution. Prince John's greatest triumph would be followed by his fall from grace - as he did to me. I infiltrated the coronation ceremony, dressed as a guard. But Isabella thwarted me again, damn her! She took the crossbow bolt meant for the Prince, and Hood shot me in the shoulder before I could reload. I believe he escaped with the crown that Prince John was attempting to usurp (Hood claims that Richard is not really dead - not that I care), so at least the coronation cannot go ahead. Now Isabella - with her wound as a badge of honour - is made Sheriff. She tells me she will sign the writ for my death with great pleasure.
Too depressed to go on. I have sunk so low. Think I will give up this diary. What point is there in recording my final miserable days?