Hi. I am Marian. Yes, probably the one you've heard about from stories about Robin Hood. What a lot of the stories don't tell you is before he was an outlaw before, he fought in the crusades, he was simply Robin. Well, not simply. He was the Lord of Loxley, and Earl of Huntingdon. Two titles he had placed on his shoulders before he was ten years old. But that is veering off my story a little bit. We were betrothed when I was two, and he was seven, by fathers distraught by the loss of their wives that wanted to insure their children's future was secured.
I know what some of you will say, 'You were both so young', it is just how things were done. I was the only heir to Knighton, and a woman, and it was the twelfth century. But I am lucky, I will not bore you with the long story, but I did come to love the man I was betrothed to. Before he left for the crusades and before he became Robin Hood. But fate is cruel. And we could not truly be together until we were kidnapped from our time by a runaway train, that was much like this place. And then what many of you know of as the Island.
We had a few good months together, I was making plans to marry him in the spring of 2013. But as fate goes, especially when you make plans... An illness swept through killing a lot of people. Robin was one. I tried to nurse him back to health. But... He lay with his head in my lap, and a promise on his lips, as he took his last few breaths.
We buried them all beside the church.
He came back shortly after his son was born. I think my little bird was six months old. But he did not stay. It's like he came to meet his son. A child fate would not let us have under normal circumstances.
I would also tell of my father, but that is still too fresh, because of my return.