Yes, Sir Guy

Decisions

'Knock, knock, knock!'

That was my cue of the morning. Up before dawn, to wake my new lord the Sheriff. I groaned and rolled over in my bed. I did not want to see the Sheriff. It had been several days since Sir Guy left me in the castle to serve and work directly for the Sheriff. I saw what the Sheriff ordered Sir Guy to do to the peasants, and now I had to work for the man that made them suffer. I took in a large breath and threw the blankets of the bed off of me and slowly stood up from the bed. pulled out the new uniform that the Sheriff ordered I wear.

Sir Guy hadn't come to the castle at all the last few days. He had sent a letter to the Sheriff a day ago. I had no clue what it said, but it made the Sheriff empty the store room. I had no idea where he put his money or the pact for that matter. Along with just being cut out of the information, I was being cut out from the world. Not only was I allowed not out on my horse for a ride, I was not allowed into Nottingham town for an errand for the Sheriff. No, when he needed something I had to ask another servant to get it while I waited for them to return to the castle. I was on lock down for whatever reason and I had absolutely no idea why.

Anyways, I changed quickly, then headed out into the servants hallways and kitchen. The kitchen maids were bustling around preparing breakfast for the Sheriff and few nobles that stayed in the castle. I picked up an apple and as I walked up the stairs to the main floors of the castle. I took a bite and started to run through the halls to the Sheriff's bed chambers. As I reached his room I took one last bite of the apple I tossed it out the window next to the doors to enter his room.

I walked inside and saw the man sprawled across his bed and his butt poking in the air. It was a funny sight I have to admit. I covered my mouth as a laugh threatened to escape. Don't laugh, that would not go over well with the Sheriff. I walked over to the side of his bed.

Now how was I supposed to wake him. I knew how to wake Sir Guy. Open the shutters and pull away his pillows. If necessary pull the blankets. But the Sheriff. I didn't want to anger him, and I didn't want to spend a long time trying to wake him. Each day had been easy, but it still made me nervous because I did not want to get on the man's bad side. I decided to pull back the curtain that covered the windows. The light came beaming in and filled the room with a warm light. I looked back at the Sheriff. Still no movement. I rolled my eyes and walked back over to him.

"My Lord." I called as I carefully shook his shoulder in order to wake him. He started to move and I took a step away from his bed. The Sheriff flopped down onto his side and his eyes opened up and he started at me.

"Maven," he sighed as he sat up in his bed, "good to see your getting the hand of waking me up." I gave him a slight nod. "Well, not much today. So, if you could have my breakfast brought up here that would be all." He stood up from the bed and walked over to the window.

"Yes, My Lord." I dipped my head and walked out of his room and back towards the kitchen to fetch his breakfast.

I swear if this man tells me that I am free to do what I want in the castle again. I will loose my mind. He has said that the last few days and I can't just sit around and do nothing. If i joined Hood's gang then I would at least have something to do with my life than sit around the castle doing nothing. That wasn't exactly a possibility though. First off, he would never accept me. Then second, I would be betraying Sir Guy and loosing any trust that he still had in me. No. I shook my head at the preposterous idea of even considering joining Robin Hood.

Entering the commotion of the kitchen was something that I did not like to do. Squabbling was always happening between the other servants and they jostled each other back and forth. In order to reach the Sheriff meal I had to push through all of the ruckus. I quickly picked up his tray of food and and set a pitcher of wine and goblet on it along with the food. Again, pushing through the growing number of servants entering the castle from the town.