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: Meg's spelling is atrocious.
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Dear Guy,
I see this is your diary so I have not red it (you see, I can contain my curiosity!). But I notist your feresome frown as you wrote in it earlier and now you are a-sleep I take the oportunity to stele, the booke and write a note to tell you: YOU ARE NOT RESPONSABLE FOR MY FATE. I chose to help you. Do not blame youreself for my end.
To tell the truth I am terrefied. Iam not strong like you, I can not face my death so calmly. I don't want to die! I had not thought, Isabella could condem me with so little compunctshon. I wander if my farther will think this a just outcom for my disobediance? He will be ashamd, I think he will pretend to forget me. He onlie ever saw me as a commodity to be traded after all. He did not care what I wanted, he thought I should be good and quiete and to marry with whomever he set before me. He was so angry, when I turned down all the suitors he found. But I could nevere have lovd them!
I was so glad to leave him and to be taken under Isabellas wing. I thought I had found freedome, that at last no one would tell me what to think, whom to love. I thought she understode why I want to make my own choises. I was ecsited to think I might help the new lady Sheriff, and that together we might work to make life better for the wimen of this town. But I was wrong about her. She wanted me to follow her blindly juste as much as my father did, to hate all that she hates, to share her bitterness towords all men for the wrongs done to her by her husband - and by you, Guy. But I can not.
You have hurt Isabella but I do not beleave you deserve this death. I am glad I met you, Guy of Gisbourne. Im glad I got to knowe you, in spite of evrything, and Im glad you say I helped you (tho I don't see how). You have done some, horrible things, in your life, but you have been kind to me, and askt nothing in retern. Theire is one personn in this world who would have morned you, had she not all so been about to die! I hope the priests praye for both oure souls, for none else will.
One last thing, in case I don't get the chanse to tell you: dispite what I said, I think youre very handsome.
- Meg Bennet.
Disclaimer 2: Meg's spelling is atrocious.
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Dear Guy,
I see this is your diary so I have not red it (you see, I can contain my curiosity!). But I notist your feresome frown as you wrote in it earlier and now you are a-sleep I take the oportunity to stele, the booke and write a note to tell you: YOU ARE NOT RESPONSABLE FOR MY FATE. I chose to help you. Do not blame youreself for my end.
To tell the truth I am terrefied. Iam not strong like you, I can not face my death so calmly. I don't want to die! I had not thought, Isabella could condem me with so little compunctshon. I wander if my farther will think this a just outcom for my disobediance? He will be ashamd, I think he will pretend to forget me. He onlie ever saw me as a commodity to be traded after all. He did not care what I wanted, he thought I should be good and quiete and to marry with whomever he set before me. He was so angry, when I turned down all the suitors he found. But I could nevere have lovd them!
I was so glad to leave him and to be taken under Isabellas wing. I thought I had found freedome, that at last no one would tell me what to think, whom to love. I thought she understode why I want to make my own choises. I was ecsited to think I might help the new lady Sheriff, and that together we might work to make life better for the wimen of this town. But I was wrong about her. She wanted me to follow her blindly juste as much as my father did, to hate all that she hates, to share her bitterness towords all men for the wrongs done to her by her husband - and by you, Guy. But I can not.
You have hurt Isabella but I do not beleave you deserve this death. I am glad I met you, Guy of Gisbourne. Im glad I got to knowe you, in spite of evrything, and Im glad you say I helped you (tho I don't see how). You have done some, horrible things, in your life, but you have been kind to me, and askt nothing in retern. Theire is one personn in this world who would have morned you, had she not all so been about to die! I hope the priests praye for both oure souls, for none else will.
One last thing, in case I don't get the chanse to tell you: dispite what I said, I think youre very handsome.
- Meg Bennet.