Fairytales but like...gay????

Robin Hood's Chapter One

Sheriff's POV

I crossed my arms as I watched Prince John count his fresh gold. I held back a groan, bored to death. My puffy sleeves didn't help at all, they were just in my way. How could I stop outlaws if I couldn't fight?

I tugged my collar, which could be used for torture, hoping for some air. Being the prince's sheriff wasn't my favorite job, but it was a family job...and somewhat worth it. I got to have adventure and stuff.

My father retired recently, leaving me to fight outlaws and such. It was worth the long hours, training, and failure.

I think. I'm not sure...yet.
This was my first job, officially. So far it was boring. Nothing was happening; just money clinking and Prince John murmuring numbers. My sword rested next to me as I kept an eye out for any outlaws.

So far, none. Which was great, I guess, but boring! I'd rather sleep, but I couldn't. So I kept awake, my mind wandering.

Robin Hood's POV

I waited for the cart to rumble past my tree, my hood hiding my face completely. I didn't want my identity to be seen. Not yet, at least.

I liked being the unseen and unknown...its easier. Either way, I was waiting for the cart to roll by.

"Ughhh, how much longer?!" Little John groaned. I snacked his arm, chucking.

"Relax. They'll be here soon!" I laughed.

"Seriously, why are you the one with this Sight thing?!"

"I was born this way. Trust me, I hate it too." I shook my head, grabbing my bow.