“Guy’s Rose”
An Original Fan Fiction Script Story Adaptation of the BBC’s “Robin Hood, Series 3”
by Gratiana Lovelace, 11/07/11rev
(no copyright infringement is intended)
[(1ab) “Guy’s Rose” story graphic]
| Here is that Ch. 0-1 “Guy’s Rose” link again for you, so you may read the story from the beginning:https://gratianads90.wordpress.com/2011/11/04/guys-rose-ch-0-1-a-fan-fiction-110411-gratiana-lovelace-post-47/ |
“Guy’s Rose” (WIP), Chapter 2: Sir Guy Bathes in the Middleton Apartments (PG-13)
Finding himself comfortably ensconced in a large apartment in the palace–with servants to draw his bath and tend to him–this fine treatment makes Sir Guy feels quite at ease about his upcoming audience with Prince John. It is as he lies dozing in the bath after washing himself–with rose petals floating about him–that his rest is disturbed.
Lady Roseanna/Oxbridge: Finding Sir Guy in her brother’s room and in the bath tub, 
Lady Roseanna whispers her question to her servant Bessie, “Bessie, how did he come to be in Lord George’s room?” [(2) Lady Roseanna]
Bessie: Curtsying, she says apologetically, “Twere Prince John’s doing, Milady. He was
brought here and we were told to tend to him. He is to sup with Prince John midday.” She hesitates and then says, “And since he of similar build to Lord George, we were told to lend him Lord George’s clothes. [(3) Oxbridge/Roseanna]
Lady Roseanna/Oxbridge: “Gods teeth!” She swears. “As long as I live and breathe, my brother’s things will not be disturbed for a one such as him–one of Prince John’s sycophants.”
Then before her servant can stop her, Lady Roseanna/Oxbridge strides into Lord George’s–now Sir Guy’s–bedchamber intending to have it out with him–forgetting that she is still attired as a lad. Seeing the well dressed lad from earlier walk into the room, Sir Guy stands up from the tub naked and issues a command.
Sir Guy: “Boy! Hand me that towel over there to dry myself with.”
Lady Roseanna/Oxbridge is struck dumb and simply stares at [(4) Sir Guy standing up] Sir Guy’s dripping wet nakedness. If she thought this man was handsome before, she thinks he is an Adonis now–tall, muscular, toned, and naked. Of course, Lady Roseanna has never seen a naked man except in religious picture books depicting Adam and Eve, but they were covered with fig leaves in strategic places–or when she changed a diaper on a friend’s babe. But this is real life–and a full grown man–standing naked, and not ten feet away from her.
Sir Guy: “Be quick about it! I don’t want to catch my death!” He says sternly as he crosses his arms in front of his chest with being chilled.
Bessie: “Sorry Milord. He’s Lord George’s valet and was startled to see ye in Lord George’s room.” She says covering for her mistress as she also appreciatively glances at the naked nobleman and hands him the towel.
Sir Guy towels himself mostly dry and then wraps the towel around his abdomen–awaiting the clothes he was promised.
Sir Guy: To Oxbridge/Roseanna, “Well boy, if you’re to be my valet then you best start right now. Fetch me some trousers and a shirt.”
Lady Roseanna turns numbly to the servant Bessie since she is still thunderstruck with the beauteous male sight she just witnessed–and 
who is still standing before her. [(5) Sir Guy wet]
Lady Roseanna/Oxbridge: Keeping her voice in a lower register, she says “Bessie, please bring Lord George’s dark navy ensemble with the leather vest. Also the appropriate undergarments.” Bessie hurries to retrieve that selection.
Sir Guy: Observing ‘his’ valet in a new light, he says “Oxbridge, you look rather young to be a valet, yet you order servants around as if they are your own. How long have you worked in the palace?” Sir Guy fixes Oxbridge/Lady Roseanna with a glowering stare that besmirches his noble brow, thinks Lady Roseanna.
Lady Roseanna/Oxbridge: “I have lived here many years, Milord.” She says with an air of self importance that some upper level palace servants possess. “I was valet to Lord George before he left for the Holy Land two years ago.”
Sir Guy: “And how is it that this Lord George did not take you with him?”
Lady Roseanna/Oxbridge: “Well,” She fakes some coughs. “Kkkk. You see, I have always had some lung problems. Kkkk. So Lord George thought I wouldn’t last two days in the heat of the Holy Land.”
Sir Guy: “Quite right. The heat smothers you and there is no relief.”
Lady Roseanna/Oxbridge: “Oh? Have you been to the Holy Land Sir Guy and fought with King Richard?” She asks expectantly, hoping to redeem him in her own eyes.
Sir Guy: “Something like that.” He says cryptically. Of course, when Sir Guy had gone to the Holy Land it was with the intention to kill the King, under Sheriff Vasy’s orders. Guy had failed and only succeeded in wounding Robin of Locksley–which eventually forced Locksley to return to Nottingham and that started Guy on his downward spiral.
Bessie returns with the clothing and undergarments–of which Guy only needs half.
Bessie: “Here are the underclothes, Milord.” She hands him what passes for underpants in the middle ages.
Sir Guy: “God’s Teeth! This coarse linen will scratch my balls until only an ice bath will soothe them.”
Lady Roseanna/Oxbridge: “Sir? I’ve heard no complaints before with my master.”
Sir Guy: “Then your master is a fool.” He says dropping the towel and standing before the servant Bessie and the valet Oxbridge in only a smirking smile. “Hand me the trousers, Oxbridge!”
Lady Roseanna/Oxbridge: She hands him the trousers, trying not to look in Sir Guy’s naked direction–and trying not to have a look of disdain on her face for Sir Guy not wearing proper undergarments under her brother’s clothing. “Here you are, Milord.”
Sir Guy: “Now the shirt, Oxbridge.” Lady Roseanna hands him the finer linen shirt that Sir Guy pulls over his head and tucks into his trousers. “Very nice. And the leather tunic. I like the buckles. Do them up for me Oxbridge.” Sir Guy stands there with his arms open wide waiting for Oxbridge to do the buckles on the front of the leather vest.
Lady Roseanna/Oxbridge: “Yes, Milord.” She says a tad nervously. She had helped her brother Lord George get his kit on many a time. But for some reason, today is different and she fumbles with the buckles a bit. “Let me know if you think it is too tight and I can loosen the buckles.” She says keeping her cap covered head down.
Sir Guy: “Tighten them hard. I find displaying my muscular physique tends to have a disarming affect with my adversaries–and with any castle ladies who might be in attendance at the mid day supper.” He smiles seductively, with clear intent for what he would do with the ladies.
Lady Roseanna/Oxbridge: “Indeed, Milord. There.” Then Lady Roseanna/Oxbridge helps him put on the matching navy coat and Sir Guy surveys himself in the mirror.
Sir Guy: “Will I do to meet with my prince?” He asks with his arms wide again and 
knowing the handsome spectacle that he is. [(6) Beauteous Sir Guy]
Bessie: “Oh yes Milord.” She says brightly and with a big flirty smile. “You look ever so handsome. Even more so than Prince John.”
Lady Roseanna/Oxbridge: “Bessie hush! Were Prince John to hear such talk you would be whipped until you bled.”
Bessie: Contritely, she says to her mistress and slips a bit “Yes, mila … I mean … Sir … I mean … Oxbridge.” Completely flustered, Bessie races out of the room.
Sir Guy: “What was wrong with her? And why did she call you Sir?”
Lady Roseanna/Oxbridge: Back peddling swiftly, she says “Tweren’t nothing Milord. Bessie is easily flustered amongst persons of your rank. And, if truth be told, Lord George promised to install me as butler in his country estate at Leicester upon his return.” She says with a sly grin–because the country estate she speaks of is really her own.
Sir Guy: “Well then Oxbridge, guide me to the dining hall for my mid day supper with Prince John.”
Lady Roseanna/Oxbridge: “Yes Milord.” She bows and gestures for him to follow her.
Lady Roseanna/Oxbridge guides Sir Guy to the dining hall and excuses herself to tend to other preparations for Sir Guy’s comfort. Of course, Roseanna returns to her own apartments to eat her midday supper alone.
To be continued with Chapter 3
References
(1a) Guy’s Rose story graphic composite image–Sir Guy, as portrayed by Richard Armitage, drawing by Judiang and initially shared at
http://www.jagrant.com/watcher/creativity-guy-drawing/
(1b) Guy’s Rose story graphic composite image–rose graphic found at http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/TQ5I9nYhgdI/AAAAAAAAN6k/vdOKQ4QsSsU/s1600/pink_rose_petals.jpg
(2) “A Portrait of a Young Lady” by Eugene de Blass, Image representing Lady Roseanna Oxbridge Middleton found at
http://www.paintingall.com/images/P/Italian-Academic-Classic-Painter-Eugene-de-Blaas-A-Portrait-Of-A-Young-Lady-Oil-Painting.jpg
(3) “Portrait of a Boy” by Eugene de Blaas, Image representing Lady Roseanna disguised as Oxbridge the Valet
(4) Sir Guy of Gisborne, as portrayed by Richard Armitage, stepping out of his bath naked
(5) Image representing Sir Guy of Gisborne, as portrayed by Richard Armitage, from RANet Promo 2007 Events
(6) Beauteous Sir Guy of Gisborne, as portrayed by Richard Armitage from RANet
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My dear Gratiana, if this story takes place in England, then you’d better get used to saying “nappy” instead of “diaper”!!!!!
Just kidding…you know me by now!
I haven’t read the first chapter yet…….naughty me……I’ll get onto that straight away, Ma’am!
Just couldn’t resist having a quick skim through this before I went back to the beginning.
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Kathryn,
You “naughty” girl. Ha! You’re forgiven for jumping ahead in the reading. But do read the first installment of “Guy’s Rose” because it sets the whole story up–especially who Lady Roseanna is.
Here is that Ch. 0-1 “Guy’s Rose” link again for you and others, I meant to include it with my post:
Cheers! Grati ;->
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Oh and thanks for the reminder about using Brit terms. I usually try to incorporate them. I’ll have to check to see what the 1192 version of diapers/nappies was. Ha!
Cheers! Grati ;->
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You’re welcome! I told you how my darling half-American, half-Australian grandbabies are becoming bi-lingual, didn’t I? They said “nappies” at home but “diapers” to their friends! Even their American daddy said “nappies” quite often. Melanie sent me some great photos of the family all going to a pumpkin patch somewhere near Oceanside, CA, to select their pumpkins for Halloween. Jeff does an excellent job of carving designs into them for the children (aged 5 and 3).
Yes, I did think about what would actually have been used for covering babies’ bottoms in those days but….did they just tear up some old clothes to make squares or triangles of cloth, I wonder???? The mind boggles! At least my children had those terry-towelling ones. designed especially for the purpose. in the 1970s!
It’s almost 1am so I’d better “hit the sack”.
‘night, ‘night.
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Thank god for the twenty first century! Electricity, plumbing, and disposable diapers. Ha! Cheers! Grati ;->
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Very funny chapter, Grati! Mistaken identities always makes good scenes.
Actually I’m a little envious of Oxbridge the Valet, LOL!
Looking forward to their next meeting, someday Lady Roseanna will have to face Sir Guy as herself – will he recognise her?
It’s so good when I have a break in my morning work to read “Guy’s Rose”, really enjoying it. Your writing always brings me new words to search in translator tool, I’m having fun and learning at the same time – what could be better? :D
Have a nice week, my friend.
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Hi Fabi,
Thanks for your nice note. I’m glad that you’re enjoying “Guy’s Rose”. And I’m tickled pink that you’re reading it in a translator software. I can say that my story has been translated into another language–always a plus as an author! Even just an amateur author like me. Ha!
You’ll have to wait and see about Lady Roseanna meeting Sir Guy as herself. I will post Ch. 3 (it’s short) & 4 on Friday.
Thanks for your faithful reading and commenting. I really appreciate it.
Have a great week, too. Cheers! Grati ;->
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Well, I don’t want to be a spoiler, but didn’t translate the whole text, about 20-30 single words I think (mainly verbs).
One thing I love about English language are the words of Latin/Greek origins, because they are very similar to my native language, Portuguese. Some examples from your story: sycophant, comfort, hesitate, person, intention, install, preparation.
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Hi Fabi,
Ha! I knew what you meant with regard to using a translator. I was just using “hyperbole”. There’s another word for the translator for you. Ha!
Another friend is always joshing me about word choice–that she has to go look the words up in the dictionary. And she’s in the States! Ha!
Thanks for sharing about the word similarities between Portuguese and English. That’s neat!
Cheers! Grati ;->
P.S. Now if I could just get the number of words on my posts below 1000. Ha! Two of my online gal pals, Bccmee and Judiang, have set me another 350 word essay post challenge. But I have to find the video to watch before I can write the description of it–another love scene don’t you know. Ha!
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Fabi, I’ve commented elsewhere that I loved what was called Latin and Greek derivation in my 5th and 6th grade classes! I’ve always been fascinated by the processes of development of the English language and would dearly love to be able to speak another language fluently. I learned French and German in high school (many, many years ago) and took some Spanish classes as an adult (many years ago). But, of course, if I listen to someone speaking those languages as a native, I’m lost! I can read a little bit of them but it’s those good old Latin and Greek roots that still come in handy, even these days!
Matthew’s little girl (Asha, recently turned 4) attends the French-Australian Preschool in Canberra – she’s been there since May and is just so good already! These babes-in-arms absorb everything so easily!
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Hi Kathryn (& Fabi),
That’s great about your granddaughter being bilingual. I wish they started languages classes earlier in the US. I took French in high school and college and was fluent–after a fashion–for awhile there. But, I’ve lost most of it. I can still do the basics, though–reading better then speaking. Ou est Sylvie? Sylvie et la plage. As if there was a beach in the landlocked Midwest. Ha! So, kudos to you Fabi on being multi-lingual.
That’s why I love Google Translator when I’m conversing with some of my international friends who speak another language. Two of my multi-lingual friends posted in their native languages at different times just for fun with their English speaking friends. So, I used GT to figure out what they said, translated my replies into their languages–French and Russian, respectively–and then pasted my reply into their comment box windows. Another gal pal from Brazil helped me translate a thank you note I wrote, into Portuguese to give to one of my colleagues who is from Brazil.
Technology is great! We can meet people across the miles, and converse even if we aren’t as multi-lingual as they are.
Cheers! Grati ;->
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Kathryn and Grati, I do love languages and learned rudiments of English, Spanish and French in high school, but will take a long time and effort to consider myself multi-lingual.
Of course all those Latin roots greatly facilitate European languages study. Kudos to Roman Empire!
My grand-grand-grand-parents were from Germany, but I only know a few words in German (no Latin roots there!).
English is my favorite, I love how it sounds. When spoke by that velvety baritone voice then… it’s like heaven to me.
It’s really wonderful how technology reduced language barriers and distance. I’m so grateful for living nowadays. :)
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Exactly, Fabi! I adore a certain gentleman’s velvety baritone voice as well. Sighhhhh! Cheers! Grati ;->
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As someone said on YouTube………if Richard read aloud a grocery list, it would sound sexy!
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Now items from the personal care section might be sexy on their own. Ha! Were RA to read the ingredients list of a medicial item–like aspirin, or antibiotic cream–it would still sound sexy. Ooh! Tricalcium phosphate. Ha!
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Gratiana, you do have a fixation on Sir Guy’s buckles, don’t you? Love the story so far. Only wish I were Roseanna/Oxbridge after Guy’s bath. Ha ha!
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Hi Jeannie,
Actually, I did the buckles bit here in this story first. Then, I incorporated it elsewhere. Ha!
As to Sir Guy’s bath? Only Lady Roseanna knows. Well, and Bessie. Ha!
Cheers! Grati ;->
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Buckles…did someone say “buckles”? Let me at ’em!
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Kathryn,
Why does your comment make me think of the film title “Tie me up, tie me down”? Ha!
Cheers! Grati ;->
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I realized in rereading this chapter that the first line of dialogue by Lady Roseanna must have been lost in the editing process in posting here. So I added it back in. Cheers! Grati ;-> (12/18/11)
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