There are many who wonder about the Master of Arms, Sir Guy of Gisborne. Namely wondering if today was their day to be on the receiving end of his wrath. I was different, I wanted to see if his eyes really did sparkle when he smiled, which he did rarely but one could hope. Of course, there was a catch to all of this - I was one the girls paid a pittance to keep the hallways clean, the goblets full and the men content though thankfully the last task was one I'd escaped from and I had every intention of keeping it that way.

I'd seen him maybe a handful of times and the man who stood a full head and shoulders over everyone else with his black attire, hair and piercing blue eyes had piqued my overly curious mind. I wanted to know if the man who scared so many could be someone entirely different to how he was perceived by those around him. It was idle fantasy, if I ever found myself before him - I'd be there because I'd done something wrong...