Previously on "Robin Hood."
- Aronne died. - I am so sorry for your loss.
Pursuing an outlaw.
We only know that they're thieves and murderers
and have robbed from the crown.
The reward, Sheriff.
Half from me, now.
I thought Warick and Leicester were loyal.
Is there reason to believe that's changed?
Hundreds of men to catch an outlaw?
Don't you find that a bit suspicious?
These woods will soon be crawling with soldiers.
- We're not going together. - Split up?
I can't have your deaths on my conscience.
You must leave Nottingham.
- Let go of me! - Burn the fields!
-They've been taken. -To be hung.
- Did you rob the Bishop? - Yes! I did!
- We must save them. - They'll be blessed
before they're hung.
May God have mercy on their souls.
Godda, see this.
Yah! Yah!
- I want to go with you! - Well, come on, then!
Would that be Robin Hood?
The Earl Marshal is here?
The Queen's eyes were here as well.
My daughter's blood is on that arrow.
Godchild to the king.
Nearly struck down by an outlaw.
That such a thing happened...
I will never forgive it.
Our town attacked.
Nine of my men dead.
Three prisoners freed.
And for weeks, Robin Hood eludes us
in a forest that seems to shield him
like a conspirator.
At least we know he is Saxon.
Are you certain he's a Saxon, sire?
Sherwood harbors thieves of every kind.
The prisoners he freed were Saxon.
No Norman would risk his neck for them.
Hood's allegiance is clear.
For years, I have sought to balance peace
between our peoples.
Yet peace is fragile.
Its survival now rests on your actions.
You'll find Robin Hood and bring him to me,
alive or dead.
My Lord, Hood is not among us.
No Saxon village would defy you in this way.
What happened here will have already reached
King Henry's ears.
A mere whisper of rebellion may put him on a galley.
If he sails for England,
your villages will burn, your people will bleed,
and you will soon wish for a man as reasonable as I.
Bring me Robin Hood.
Or share his fate.
You think they heard me?
They heard you, the question is
whether they'll have sense enough to act.
Henry is not a merciful man,
but is he really the monster you claim?
You never saw him in battle?
My calling was to bless the battles.
- Not fight them. - And I pray
you need never bless another.
Especially not here.
You are a vision.
Father.
One would hardly believe you recently cheated death.
If a snake wants to kill,
it needs venom, not just fangs.
You have the strength for tonight?
It will take far more than an outlaw's arrow
to keep me from this evening's affair.
Hm.
Earl Marshal, I wondered
when you'd make an appearance.
Are we close yet?
You will arrive before nightfall, Your Majesty.
So, tell me about this godforsaken outpost.
It's an intriguing place.
Alive with ambition and conflict.
But the Barons?
A nest of scheming vipers, as always.
Sheriff holds them in check,
but like all your husband's family,
he is preoccupied with his own agendas.
Do you believe this Robin Hood
intended to kill the Sheriff?
I believe so, and a prodigious shot, to be sure.
He loosed his arrow from a hundred paces
perched atop a burning building.
Sounds like a figure out of a troubadour's romance.
I'd hardly believe it had I not witnessed it myself.
It's curious, isn't it?
That a band of outlaw managed to escape
- the Sheriff's grasp. - Are you suggesting
that he's being supported?
But who would stand to profit from such an alliance?
Anyone who profits from chaos.
A considerable list, then.
With the Barons atop it.
And if there's any disloyalty,
I'll uncover it, root and branch.
What does he look like?
I only caught a glimpse.
Not displeasing to the eye,
if one were of that persuasion.
And what persuasion is that?
An attraction to bandits.
And roguish types.
Isn't that what all people love?
A dashing outlaw willing to risk his life
for a greater cause?
My dear husband.
Wouldn't that just get under your skin.
I'd like to meet him.
See for myself what kind of man he is.
The man I saw deserves to hang.
What he deserves doesn't matter.
It's what he fights for that matters.
To stay alive and free of the noose.
You really wish to meet this man, Your Majesty?
Well, I'm not crossing half of England
just to enjoy the roast, am I?
She's coming, Father.
I'll be there.
You go.
Philip.
Your Majesty.
Welcome to Nottingham.
Miss Huntingdon.
Your father is in Nottingham with Master Aleppo.
I know.
- Is Bernard with him? - Yes, Miss.
Just me here.
Are you all right?
I am. Now go inside.
I must meet someone.
And Aveline...
I was never here.
I understand, Miss.
Rob.
It's been so long
since I've seen this place.
I feel the same.
I didn't think you would come.
That you'd even receive my message.
How did you reach Egbert?
Through Will.
He passed the note to your uncle.
You've changed.
Mm. Much has happened.
And Lefors. Is it true?
I defended myself. They were drunk.
They would've killed me if I hadn't acted.
I believe you.
I know about Aronne.
I'm sorry, Marian.
Under my father's shadow, no one is safe,
not even his sons.
I should have never left.
I feel somehow all of this is my burden.
Hey... look at me.
You didn't leave, you escaped.
We can still run.
No.
I'm indebted to the Queen, and you're a hunted man.
What kind of life would that be?
Besides...
there may be a better way.
The Queen is not here
just to meet the Sheriff and Barons.
Her true aim is an audience with the outlaw Robin Hood.
Wait-- and what's this have to do with me?
You are a Saxon raised by a forester.
Sherwood can hide nothing from you.
If you can reach him and arrange this meeting,
I believe Eleanor might offer you clemency.
- Marian... - I know what you're
going to say. How you don't see
how this changes anything for us.
But do you know what I see, Rob?
A man who can save himself if he chooses.
Choose this for me.
Can you find Robin Hood?
Yes.
Then do so quickly.
The meeting will be at Oxley Meadows,
on the edge of Sherwood.
The Queen will guarantee his safety.
I'm staying at the tavern.
When the meeting is set,
have someone bring word to me there.
I love you, Marian.
I love you more.
I remember when this castle was
little more than a pile of stones.
Impressive for a man who began as a humble knight.
Riding alongside my cousin, the King.
Yes, indeed.
What you see here is
a testament to the King's vision
for Nottingham as the jewel of the midlands.
And to the royal purse, no doubt.
Well, the crown has always rewarded
those who serve it faithfully, Your Majesty.
Certainly.
And swiftly punished those who do not.
The Queen arrives with little fanfare.
And we're only informed at the last moment.
It's not usual.
Certainly not the Eleanor I remember.
She prefers to announce herself with trumpets and banners.
What are you two wittering on about up here
like a pair of old crows squabbling in a tree?
We're debating agendas of our sovereign.
What brought her halfway across England.
With Robin Hood stirring chaos, perhaps she's come to see
what fires need extinguishing and which ones to stoke.
What concern would Eleanor have
with a rogue like Hood?
He's a gnat not worthy of her notice.
And yet here she is, on the heels of his escapades.
Whatever her reasons,
the Queen's presence always swells her coffers.
Leicester, forever the clink of coin in your ear.
What say you, Madeline?
Why is she here?
I say the Queen never makes a move without purpose.
The real question isn't why she's in Nottingham,
but what does she want from us?
This is a banquet for royalty, not an alehouse.
- Mind yourself. - When a man is in mourning,
he drinks.
And when a man is in the presence of the Queen,
he knows when to stop.
Eleanor's presence is a distraction.
We should be hunting that bastard Locksley.
He should be in the ground, not my son.
There will be time enough to deal with these criminals.
But tonight, show decorum.
That's your request?
Decorum?
That is my order.
Nottingham?
Where have you been?
What happened to your dress?
Fix your hair.
The Queen requested your presence earlier.
- I wasn't able to find you. - I was on an errand.
For the Queen.
What errand?
One she entrusted to me and not to you.
I misjudged you. You have the temperament
of a much prettier girl.
Marian.
I'm afraid I'll be stealing her away,
with your blessing.
Or without.
Who was that sour-faced shrew?
I haven't seen claws like that outside the barnyard.
- Too dull a tale for tonight. - Well...
weave her into your story of life in court.
Tell me everything, in particular
if it involves your moral failings.
I'm afraid you'll be disappointed.
I'm a glorified bedmaker.
Bedmaking?
Surely there was at least some bed-messing.
A handsome clerk you found reason to sample.
Or perhaps he sampled you.
You are incorrigible.
Two minutes in your company, and I'm already in need
- of absolution. - I'm only trying to save you
from death by piety, it's for your own good.
If anything, Westminster has shown me
what I don't wish to become.
Oh, Marian. You are teetering
on the edge of eternal prudishness.
Keep this up, and you'll bore everyone to death
around you with tales of your virginal,
untouched existence.
How is my patient faring?
Healing far too well, I'm afraid.
If I hope to stay in your care, I may require another injury.
Perhaps one less life-threatening but...
no less thrilling.
Marian.
You know one another.
Only in passing. From the palace.
Yes, sadly hardly enough to claim acquaintance.
That's unfortunate. I found the Earl Marshal's presence
to be most restorative.
And I hope you will continue to do so.
My Lady.
You and the Earl Marshal?
Not yet... but soon.
I'll have you know, I've heard the Earl Marshal
can be a bit aggressive.
Excellent. Just the way I like them.
I'm trying. You're the one
who's gonna drop it.
Enough your barkin'!
- Come on, boys. - Knees bent, back straight.
Sorry, boys, that actually lives over there.
I'm joking, obviously.
Bloody Norman.
Do you ever stop working?
Won't chop itself.
- What is it? - I... I made you something.
The other one is worn,
I... I noticed.
I hope it fits.
Let's find out.
It's perfect.
Thank you.
You saved my life.
And my brothers'.
No one has cared enough to risk themself for me.
Us, I mean.
You would've done the same for me.
Yes. I would have.
I'd do anything for you, Rob.
Seems many have lived here before us.
Aedric one of them.
Aedric?
A Saxon warrior.
You see, when the Normans came,
he didn't kneel like the nobles,
he... retreated into the forest and struck back.
This cave was... was holy ground,
long before Aedric, though.
But he made it his camp.
Became a fortress.
No Norman has set foot here.
Until you.
It's a trust I won't betray.
Strange times, hm?
Strange bedfellows.
Indeed.
How long will we stay?
After what we've done?
None of us can go back to where we came.
This is our home now.
To the King.
- King's health. - The King's health.
- The King. - To the King.
Our building work at the Abbey continues.
With each passing day, the new addition to the parish
grows closer to completion.
A humble place, as is our fashion.
Humble, indeed.
I must say, humility suits you
as well as that gold around your neck.
A symbol of devotion, Your Majesty.
A reminder of the sacrifices I make
to serve both God and Crown.
Sacrifices.
Of course.
And yet the coffers of the Abbey seem to only rise.
Tell me, Bishop,
what is the price of salvation these days?
No matter. Nottingham faces
a more insidious threat.
Robin Hood...
It seems this outlaw doesn't merely steal from the Crown,
he strikes at the very foundation
of Norman authority, and now we have word
that he seeks alliances with Welsh warlords.
This is no longer simple defiance.
It is the seed of rebellion,
and if left unchecked, it will grow.
Your Majesty, I trade regularly with the Welsh,
and I've heard nothing of such connection.
Just as you heard nothing of Hood's intention
to attack Nottingham. Until he did.
Baron Leicester trades in goods, not the prattle of maidens.
Your Majesty, the intrusion into Nottingham
was regrettable, yes,
but these criminals
remain what they are-- common outlaws.
And yet they have eluded your men for months.
I find myself wondering how.
As do I. Same with that boy Locksley.
And do you have a theory?
Not yet, Your Highness.
But perhaps we should be asking the man responsible
for Nottingham's safety.
Surely he has answers.
Hood should be of no concern to the crown.
This is a local matter.
Does this rogue truly warrant such attention, Your Majesty?
One would think that, with the crown's resources,
this problem could disappear overnight.
Unless, of course, there's something to be gained
in letting the man exist.
Baroness, you have something here.
Nottingham is not just a castle and a city.
It is the keystone of the crown's rule of Middle England.
If it falls into chaos,
the whole realm is at risk.
I'm merely here to determine
what is necessary to protect it.
Saxon criminals come and go.
Robin Hood is nothing more.
Robin Hood just another Saxon thief?
You can't even catch a boy in the woods.
I don't see it that way, Sheriff.
I see a town where Saxon criminals thrive
under your leniency.
You will forgive Earl Huntingdon.
Once again, he speaks of matters far above his station.
What I understand is that there can be
no harmony with animals.
Like the Saracens, the Saxons understand
only the language of violence,
and, if that is their tongue,
then we must speak it loudly.
Speak it, yes, but not recklessly,
not foolishly.
That path can only lead to chaos...
and the death of innocent Normans.
You of all people should understand that, Huntingdon.
You offended him, Sheriff?
Indeed, but I will not allow the base instincts
of men such as him
to corrupt the pursuit of the law.
Your Highness, may I speak freely?
I'd expect nothing less.
Rebellions.
Clans from Wales
aligning themselves with a thief
as if he were a lord or a noble.
Now, these sound like tales of fancy.
- Do they? - They do.
But you seem invested in treating them as fact.
My only aim is to uncover the truth.
And what truth is that, Your Highness?
The truth of all this trouble, which I believe to be this.
Robin Hood would not have achieved so much without help.
And those best positioned to offer such aid...
are seated at this table.
Your Majesty, I assure you...
everyone here is loyal to the Crown of England.
Then let's see that loyalty put to parchment.
If you will.
This is a writ of aid,
detailing the threat of rebellion
posed by Robin Hood
and the necessary actions to protect
the Crown's interests in Nottingham.
Each of you will pledge your loyalty by signature.
This writ will be delivered to King Henry,
informing him that his presence and his troops are required.
And now... I bid everyone a pleasant evening.
Tomorrow, before the Queen,
each of you will be expected to sign,
as the Earl Marshal of Pembroke has.
What are your impressions?
The Barons are opportunists, not conspirators.
Guilty of many sins but not treachery toward the Crown.
You're certain?
If Hood had protectors, they were not seated
- at our table tonight. - And the Sheriff?
The Sheriff is clever, strong, and quite bent
on keeping Henry away from this, which isn't helpful to us.
He's really protecting himself. He has much to lose.
Well, and that makes him vulnerable.
No matter.
Tomorrow, the writ will be signed,
and Nottingham becomes the crisis
that demands the King's presence.
John's quite impressed by you.
He says you fight like a true Saxon.
Mm-hmm.
Everyone has a past here, even the monk.
The forest doesn't judge.
Neither do I.
Yes?
Your Majesty, Marian of Huntingdon.
Send her in.
Celene, you may leave.
Did you succeed in your task?
Well, Your Majesty.
- There will be a meeting. - I believe so.
At the very least, Robin Hood will hear your request.
I am waiting for word,
but the meeting will be at Oxley Meadows
on the edge of Sherwood, as you instructed.
You've grown clever, Marian.
You surprise even me, no easy feat.
Your Majesty...
one more thing.
The man who will arrange this, Robert of Locksley...
he is also...
wanted.
He was forced to defend himself from the Sheriff's men,
and the captain of the guard died as a result.
And?
For his help,
I...
request...
that you grant him clemency.
A bold request for a chambermaid.
Isn't what you wanted more than a chambermaid,
Your Majesty?
You love this man.
I do.
That wasn't a question.
Do you trust him?
That was a question.
With my life.
If he puts me beside Robin Hood...
he shall have his clemency.
Thank you, Your Majesty.
You may leave.
The Queen's writ serves none of our interests.
It binds us to unproven claims
and commits us to a course of action
that cannot be undone.
And what would you have us do, Sheriff? Revolt?
- Delay. - Delay?
Yes.
I will deal with Hood quickly,
and this crisis will pass.
The Sheriff speaks wisely.
It's a signature, what does it matter?
It's more than ink on parchment.
It is a declaration of weakness.
We cloud our minds with needless debate.
The Queen has spoken, and our duty is clear.
Then you follow a rebel queen to your demise.
We are bound by oath to the sovereign.
- Fealty is our duty. - To the King!
- Not to Eleanor! - Indeed, Baroness,
have you forgotten that she defied Henry once before?
What makes you certain this isn't another scheme?
And the cost of not signing?
What if this scoundrel has in fact allied with the Welsh?
What then?
"Beware propaganda,
for it may bite the tongue that bore it."
- Marcus Aurelius? - King Henry.
You have avoided the question, Sheriff.
What if Eleanor is right, and we fail to act?
She has positioned your anxieties perfectly, Madeline.
Caught between herself and the King.
Defy one, and you fear the wrath of the other.
It's manipulation.
Her Majesty, Queen Eleanor of England.
This proclamation bears my signature
and that of the Earl Marshal.
By adding your names,
you are affirming your loyalty to the Crown
and your commitment to ending this lawlessness.
I stand with the Crown.
I as well.
Sheriff?
I cannot sign.
This writ presumes truths not yet proven.
I won't swear loyalty to what I believe is misguided,
to what I know will bring only destruction.
Refusal from you, Sheriff, carries weight.
Are you certain the burden is one you wish to bear?
Your Majesty, I cannot lend my name
to a cause I do not trust.
Your loyalty is noted,
and it will not be forgotten.
The Crown stands stronger because of it.
And when King Henry learns of your fealty,
he will know who his true allies are.
Ssh.
Rob! What are you doing?
I'm bringing word, like I promised.
You were supposed to send someone else.
Have you lost all sense?
Listen to me.
The Queen confirmed clemency.
If you deliver the meeting with Robin Hood,
she'll pardon you.
On the Queen's word?
A Norman word?
Mine. My word.
Do this, Rob,
and you will be free.
- And you? - I'll still serve the Queen.
Nothing can change that,
for now.
But I'll know you're alive.
That's enough. It will have to be for now.
I won't leave without you.
You will do this for me...
if you love me.
Do you love me?
More than you can know.
Can you find him?
I already have.
And he'll meet Eleanor?
Tomorrow night.
Oxley Meadows, as you said.
Don't leave yet.
Will you ever be free of Eleanor's service?
I don't know.
Then let's just run.
That would only make you a fugitive again.
Myself as well.
If we are ever to have a chance to be together,
it has to start with you being free.
Free of this place, these dangers.
Free of the past.
After the Queen and Robin Hood meet,
you must leave Nottingham.
It's the only way you will be safe.
Before you journey for Westminster,
I want to see you again.
When the clemency is signed, I'll bring it to you.
The old rocks.
Friday night.
The old rocks.
I'll be there.
Promise me you'll go.
When you have it, promise me you won't look back.
You haven't signed the Queen's writ.
Signing it would betray my duty.
I don't understand.
Why?
If Henry comes to see this as a threat
to his crown...
his response will be
the one that he knows best.
War.
Everything you know of the world,
its...
its laws and rules and...
the way you dress and act and speak...
your hopes and dreams.
The kind words of a stranger on the street.
The laughter of a child.
That is peace.
War.
War tears the veil away.
It makes our nature plain and base
and returns the world to its oldest form,
strength or death.
Ash... blood.
Once war comes...
cannot be controlled.
It devours all.
It will be as your dreams warned.
To protect you from it...
I will stand against anyone.
Even the Queen.
Forgive the intrusion, sire.
He claims he has information about Robin Hood.
Forester's arrow, same as the one
that nearly killed your daughter.
See here, the way the feathers have been cut.
Only one man ever did that.
Said it made the arrow fly truer.
What man?
Hugh of Locksley.
And he'd've taught his son to do the same.
Are you saying that Robert of Locksley
is Robin Hood?
Off again?
My uncle sent word. I'm going to meet him.
- Alone? - Numbers attract attention.
And lone riders attract danger.
More Saxons come every day.
And it's not because of me or Tuck or anyone else.
Didn't they?
They came because of you.
Because of what you've done.
What I've done isn't much.
It is to them!
It's enough to make them believe in something
better than they have.
A fight worth fighting, and that...
is no longer just something to hide behind.
It means more.
Not to me.
My quarrel is with the Sheriff.
After I have my revenge, I will move on.
Move on? Since when?
You could wear this.
Any of you can.
I'm no man's leader.
You can tell yourself that, Rob.
But the truth of it is that you are...
a man others will follow.
Whether you want them to or not.
You truly the forest will give him up so easily?
We can only hope.
Halt there.
It's all right.
Let him through.
A troubadour's romance, indeed.
Robin Hood, I presume.
So I'm called.
You're called many things.
I'm told you're my enemy.
My quarrel is not with you.
At least, not tonight.
Well, you certainly didn't learn your manners in the forest.
So, if not with me, with whom is your fight?
I did not bring these troubles to pass.
- It was the Sheriff. - Ah, well,
no matter.
Now we're both in the middle of it.
Shall we talk?
Away from prying ears?
Without guard... Queen?
The most dangerous creature of this forest
is standing right before us.
I don't think he means me any harm.
Do you?
No, Your Majesty.
See, Marshal?
Quite harmless.
The forest suits you.
It's untamed.
It's home.
And yet you want to change the world beyond it.
Not the world, Your Majesty.
Just Sherwood.
It's a noble sentiment.
But what has nobility ever really changed?
Queen...
why did you ask to meet?
I have a problem.
Of all the sons I've born King Henry...
Richard...
is now in line to inherit the crown
and the most naturally suited for it.
Alas, for that to happen,
the throne in France must be vacant.
But Henry is very happy in France
with his wine and his women.
And dislodging a happy man is...
not an easy task.
But what it is you want of me?
I want you to escalate your rebellion.
Burn what can be burned.
Take what can be taken.
And make sure my husband can't ignore it.
You ask for much.
And yet you are already doing it.
I'm merely giving you a purpose.
Purpose? Being a pawn in a Norman game?
Oh, everyone's a pawn sometimes.
Even the queen.
The trick...
is to know when to play the piece
and when to break the board.
Bringing the king to England doesn't vacate the throne.
Unless, of course, he never leaves.
There are limits to what we can accomplish.
And we are not an army.
But that band of yours,
you pierced Nottingham's defenses
with but a handful of people.
Why?
Because you're forced to think differently.
That is an advantage against people
who are set in their ways.
You're asking me to work with you.
I think it's obvious.
What do I gain from this alliance?
Well, Robin Hood,
what do you want?
Every man desires something.
Marian of Huntingdon.
Marian?
What of Marian?
Release her from your service...
- when this is over. - And why,
pray tell, does an outlaw care
about a Norman lady-in-waiting?
Oh.
I see.
It's not just care, is it?
It's love.
I know well the name of the man
who resides in Marian's heart.
Robert of Locksley.
What a tale.
A Saxon and a Norman.
Bound by love.
Divided by lies and bloodlines.
A tragedy waiting to happen.
Tragedies don't have to end the way they're written.
Perhaps not.
But rewriting them demands
a price few are willing to pay.
Are you willing to pay that price?
Yes.
Very well.
You shall have your clemency,
and Marian shall have her freedom...
when you've accomplished the task I've given you.
But will she want it
when she learns who you really are?
Will she still want you?
Good night, Robert of Locksley,
Prince of Thieves.
No pain?
No.
Good.
Now let me see the wound.
How does a soldier become a healer?
I learned by traveling far into the East.
There are many secrets there.
Knowledge of healing.
Science.
Even desire.
Desire.
Oh yes.
In some cultures, desire is an ancient art form.
Something to be studied.
Indulged.
Will you teach me this desire?
Ahh, Sheriff.
You've come to sign at last.
I am not here to ratify your writ.
I am here to see it undone.
Bold words.
I assume you have reason for them.
I have uncovered the true identity
of the outlaw Robin Hood.
Go on.
A reckless local boy who murdered my captain
in cold blood.
He's no revolutionary.
He's a fugitive hiding behind a myth.
And soon he will be caught and killed.
- I'm delighted to hear it. - Are you?
I feared it might undermine your interests.
And what do you know of my interests?
Enough to see that you would risk war in Nottingham
to further them.
- You defy me? - If I must.
To serve the Crown.
You serve my husband, who has not long to live,
and when he dies...
who will you serve, then?
The Crown, Your Majesty.
As always.
Robin Hood will die.
I give you my word.
And I give you mine, your failure will not be met
with more debate.
It will be met with your head.
As always, Sheriff,
your company leaves a lasting impression.
Good eve to you.
Your Majesty.
Daughter.
You ignore me in the castle.
Pass me without so much as a word.
I am in the Queen's service.
Hers is the only leave I need ask.
You've not been home.
Home?
You made sure long ago that place was no home to me.
You may serve the Queen...
but you're still my daughter.
And the sister of a boy whose grave
you haven't had the decency to visit.
Not once-- it's shameful!
Shame lies with you, Father.
What kind of man drags his untested son
into a hunt for outlaws?
My fault.
You lay his death at my feet?
Who was it that brought that Saxon cur
into our lives? You!
A forester's son.
Beneath your station, beneath your blood.
What does Rob have to do with it?
You don't know, do you?
Locksley was there
when your brother was killed.
It's because of him...
that your brother's dead.
You lie.
You're trying to hurt me.
You know I'm not lying.
It's true.
You've...
embarrassed me.
Brought ruin to our family.
I should've been harder on you.
None of this would've happened if only I'd treated you
like the disobedient little bitch that you are.