He always loved her, no matter what. However, Robin had found that there were moments in life when that washed over him, stealing his breath. In recent memory, he had experienced it when he found her outside Locksley chapel, waiting for him rather than marrying Gisborne. And again, when she had accepted his proposal-- which, he knew, he could have timed better; but she had not held it against him. Even small moments, such as when he had walked into the cottage and found her holding the infant Seth; such a seemingly insignificant moment, but it had affected him on a profound level, for just a heartbeat.
When she so easily accepted his conviction, but expressed a need that he could understand, he was hit with that encompassing feeling again. He nodded, smiling at her; after all, the wedding he remembered ended with her death. The chance to have a happy memory of the occasion was more than welcome. "Thank you. And I'm fine with this plan." Giving her a quick kiss, he then murmured teasingly in her ear, "It sounds much simpler than our old plan."
Something was poking him in the chest. Glad for a change of subject, he kept one arm around her, but snagged a book out of her hand where it was pressed between them, and held it so he could see it.
When he did, he nearly dropped it in surprise. There was a very realistic image on the front, depicting a scantily-clad woman clinging to a man wearing nothing but trousers. Scrawled across the top of the image was what he figured to be the title of the story, My Lord's Desire. Turning a scandalized, yet highly amused, gaze onto Marian, he exclaimed, "What is this? Surely, this is not standard."