Slowly, Robin lowered his bow and placed the arrow back in the quiver he had slung over one shoulder. “Forgive me, Milady, not many people venture into these parts of the woods. And, when they do, it’s not typically on good terms.” He offered her a faint nod of her head and a warm, dimpled smile in hopes that it would ease any tension left behind from him nearly sending an arrow straight through her heart.













