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Robin Hood is the Prince of Thieves (robinofthehood) wrote in wariscoming,

He just smiled indulgently at her list of reasons about not wanting to get out of bed. "Yes dear." He squeezed her hand in return, leading her eagerly down the hall a few doors to stop in front of a closed one. "You know, I'd almost forgotten how big this place was," he admitted. "Thornton used to make suggestions for what we could do with some of the rooms. But I could never bring myself to change them." That had been after his father had died. And it had never seemed right to do it.

"I have a feeling this room will come in handy soon, though," he told her, looking back over his shoulder at her before pushing the door all the way open and stepping through it. The dark wooden cot sat beneath the window, ornately carved with patterns of leaves. Dan Scarlett had been responsible for making it, Robin knew.