when i'm ill, my imagination tends to increase rapidly. This idea popped into my head, and i HAD to do this. Please note i will still update the rest of my stories too, so don't worry!

A figure peered around cautiously, looking for signs of soldiers. Ducking when he saw some, he noticed the village seemed less crowded then usual. He snuck down into an alleyway quietly and vigilantly, trying to keep an eye out for danger.

Instantaneously, he ran into the huge house before him, slamming the door shut tightly behind him. Will slipped off his hood and breathed a sigh of relief, and also breathing in a warm, spicy scent. He frowned. Bassam had gone away about an hour ago for business, sending the servants home for a break at Djaq's request. Who would be cooking? Djaq hates it…

Will's face broke into a smile just thinking about his love. He carefully took off his sandals and removed the cloth that covered his pale face so know one could completely take in his identity. He wandered to the kitchen, knowing Djaq would be in there. He chuckled as he heard a low curse from the petite woman, taking in her curves, which were so rarely shown due to the regulations over here. He slipped in and snaked his lanky arms around her small waist, kissing her cheek.

Djaq mumbled a hello, trying to desperately make the curry sizzle. Will watched in amusement, his emerald eyes watering at the fumes it carried, making his thoughts spin.

"Why don't you give it a miss?" Will suggested, trying not to laugh as Djaq focused on her useless curry.

She sighed, stirring it. "I have to make this for that stupid party. I kind of appreciate Much's cooking now."

Will sighed, his mind aching at the thought of his friends. "Yeah." He kissed her cheek again and yawned. "I'm going to go to bed." He informed her sleepily.

Djaq moaned. "Stop gloating. MEN! You KNOW I'm tired too!"

Will gave her a cheeky smile. "Yep. Make sure you wrap up breakfast for tomorrow-

Djaq slammed down her spoon and dragged him upstairs, laughing hysterically, their minds forgetting the hissing curry.

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"When will you leave, Sir?"

Nazir looked at the servant girl. "Why does it matter to you?" he snapped at her. "Just go back to the house and keep an eye on Saffiyah and that Englishman. Then kill them. It's not hard."

The girl gulped. "B-But Bassam sent us away for a break-

"-Then sneak in." Nazir rolled his black eyes. "Women!"

He exiled, leaving behind a shaken servant girl, his lips curling into a smirk as he got changed. He returned to the room, to find the servant girl standing there, frightened.

"What?" he barked.

"What are you going for, Sir?"

His lips curled into a smile. "That you may know."

The girl waited. He didn't say anything further, so she gathered up her courage.

"So…what are you doing?"

He rolled up his sleeves, reaching for a piece of parchment and some ink. "I'm journeying to England. I will be completing the Black Knights, and together we will throw down the stupid King and we will all be free. And we will all get what we want."

He paused. "What did I instruct you to do?" he addressed to the servant girl.

"To- to kill my mistress and her Englishman, Sir."

"Change of plan." Nazir started to write the letter, peering at the words he was reciting on the piece of parchment."

"Sir?"

He looked up. "Kill the Englishman only. Saffiyah, I will have."

She curtsied and walked out, panic written all over her face.

"I will carry out your orders." Nazir read out, holding up his letter. "I will lure the two there, keeping the woman when I can, then we will kill Robin Hood and the rest of his sneaky Gang, finishing them once and for all. Nazir."