His brow furrowed at her words, until the meaning of her words sunk in. "No," his voice was quiet. "Marian, you can't have..." He shook his head in denial, his questioning gaze meeting hers, silently begging for some kind of sign that this was all a cruel joke, even as he knew she would never be so unkind.
"How?" He questioned, his voice rough. How could this possibly have happened? Had she gotten in the middle of one of their fights at the castle? Had she somehow fallen ill? Or was it that Vaizey had been killed, and so Nottingham destroyed? But that didn't work. Gisborne had told him Isabella and Vaizey had been involved in his death.
He didn't let go of her hand, not at first. He was too shocked, too unable to process what she was telling him. Marian couldn't die, she just couldn't. What point had there been to any of it if she did not live?