Little John & The Stolen Dress (Isabella)

[Isabella]

As soon as the guards had hurried out of the room, Isabella turned back to her window again, searching for Little John. Then she realised that if someone saw her looking at the madman who she said had just run in the opposite direction, eyebrows would be raised (and they'd be raised much higher than she could raise her own). Her only option was to stay out of sight, so she ducked, her eyes level with the windowsill. She could just see what was going on that way, without being seen from outside. She could make out Little John, dress in hand, attempting to escape. Then she spotted the three guards heading towards him.
"Serves him right for stealing my dress," she muttered under her breath.

[Little John]

Little John groaned as the guards recognised him. Luckily it was a pretty empty street. He pulled his staff tightly into his hand and swung it around his head, knocking the three guards out. He pushed them into a cage nearby for chickens and locked them in.

He glanced up at Isabella and smiled, running off down the alley towards the centre. He quickly blended himself in with the crowds, so he could hide better. Allan would definitely appreciate his 'gift'.

[Isabella]

Isabella saw how well Little John dealt with the guards, and as he smiled up at her she couldn't help but smile back. Her relief that he was alright overrode her anger. However annoyed she was at the big man, she didn't want him or any of the outlaws to get caught. As his face turned away, Isabella kept on smiling. She kept on smiling as he ran down the alleyway. She kept on smiling as he reached the town centre. And she kept on smiling as he blended into the crowds.
"B*stard."
Was all she said.

--The End--
(Until the return of the stolen dress...)