Dorian noticed the bride just as the dark haired woman did. He studied her for a moment. She wasn't exactly how he'd imagined the legendary Maid Marian, she was more buxom and hard faced than the simpering girl of the stories. Still, he had to admit, she did look beautiful. Robin of Locksley was a lucky man, if any married man can be considered lucky.
Still, although the bride was undoubtedly attractive, so was the woman it was his job to escort. Dorian returned Heather's smile as she passed him to pick some things up. No, he thought he'd come out rather well in this deal.
Presuming Heather would want to sit close to Marian, he crossed to the front row of seating on the left hand side. Leaving two seats to the end, he placed his top hat down on one of the chairs.