"Times really have changed," she smiled at him. She considered it. "Besides, we weren't always enemies, right? There was always a few stories where it was okay. I can remember those ones as well." Sure, most of them were stories where they were unhappily married, or he was perusing her, or he just wanted Robin dead for no reason but in other places people had been more creative. In a few tales she never wanted Robin at all. There were so many versions of them in so many different storytellers ideas, that there was almost a version that believed and did anything.
Why did they always have to follow the most obvious path? (Especially, Marian considered, when her most obvious path was no where to be seen.)