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Summary: Robin Hood AU. (Sort of.) After her father is arrested for harboring and aiding the wanted criminal Chat Noir, Marinette must seek him out or lose her father to a crime he did not commit.

Noblesse Oblige

Chapitre huit

Following The Leader

Marinette felt his words pierce straight through her heart. Help him capture Chat Noir? Would it really be that easy?

It would. The stray cat – for some reason or another – seemed to like her. Luring him away from his Green Men would be easy enough…

But his Green Men! She knew many of them. They were honest to God, good people. They wouldn't hurt a living thing. Would his capture condemn them to the same or worse fate?

She was about to ask when the door opened.

“Felix, I wanted to talk to you about – oh.”

Standing in the doorway was his fiancée. Up close, the young woman was inordinately beautiful. She looked roughly the same age as Marinette. Her dark hair was pulled neatly back and made her face look sharp and elegant. Her moss green eyes had a clear view of the room.

The woman took one look at Marinette and frowned. She withdrew a small dagger from the folds of her skirt and stalked straight toward the bound girl.

She hefted up the bound wrists and… cut right through the rope. Her grip on Marinette was soft but firm, sort of kind if nothing else. She pulled Marinette to her feet.

“Really, your men should know better than to bind an innocent girl,” she said, letting go of Marinette’s slender wrists. “It's not as if she committed some sort of crime.”

One of the guards started to protest, but he stopped when the lady shot him a glare that sent ice running through Marinette’s veins. She didn’t pity the man.

The woman held out a hand to Marinette, her face melting into something of concern.

“Come along,” she said. “I would rather not leave you with these… mockingstocks.”

Marinette accepted the hand and allowed herself to be pulled out of the room. Before she could leave, however, she was stopped by the duke’s voice.

“Damoiselle Marinette,” he said, “think about my offer. I'll be awaiting your answer.”

The woman snapped the door shut, cutting off her fiancé from saying anything further. The agitated look on her face spoke more than any words could.

“Idiot,” she said, hissing. Seeing the look Marinette was giving her, she brushed back an imaginary loose strand of hair and straightened. “Not you, damoiselle. My fiancé and his guards. They're all idiots. How could he? What does he think you've done?”

“He believes that I've befriended the vigilante, Chat Noir,” Marinette said softly, feeling admonished despite the other woman’s anger being targeted towards others.

“And have you?”

“Not really, no. But he won't leave me alone. He came to my bedroom last night.”

The woman snorted.

“A lover?”

Marinette felt herself flush. Well that was an... interesting assumption, to say the least. The woman chuckled starting in one direction down the hallway. Marinette followed after her.

“You're the baker’s daughter, correct? I thought I recognized you. The bread you and your mother make is lovely. I don't think we could get something of that quality in Paris.”

“Oh, um, thank you. My lady.”

“Lila,” the woman said, wagging a long, elegant finger at her. “My name is Lila. I hate formal titles, no ‘my lady’ or whatnot.”

“I… Marinette. I'm called Marinette.”

“Yes, I heard. It's a lovely name. I've always liked names that begin with ‘M’. I also like names that begin with ‘A’. There's something powerful about them.” Lila hummed and kept walking. She turned down a different corridor and disappeared. “Unlike names that begin with ‘F’ or ‘R’. Really, who names their child Roald? That was that guard’s name, Roald.”

Marinette quickly followed after her, listening to the fabrics of her skirts whisper across the ground.

“Excuse me, my… Lila,” Marinette said, correcting herself. “Where are we going?”

“I'm leading you out of the manor so you can head home. I trust you can make it there just fine? I recall an ankle or foot injury…”

Honestly, she hadn't even thought about the stupid injury in a couple of hours. At the mention of it, however, a persistent throb started up.

“I'll be fine,” she said. The boulangerie wasn’t too far from the manor. Back when she was little, the servants used their oven to make food for the duke’s family. They had picked it up again since Felix Agreste had arrived, but she hadn’t spent much time at the boulangerie to really watch them.

“Good. I'd rather not have to send guards with you. They can't really be trusted.”

Marinette wanted to ask what she meant by that, but she never got the chance. They reached the gates quicker than she'd anticipated.

“I'll leave you here, mademoiselle,” Lila said, nodding. “It's not too late, so you should make it home with no problems.”

Marinette curtsied – really, a failed attempt at being graceful – but the fine lady didn't seem to mind. The guards standing at the gates looked unimpressed, however, but they said nothing.

She slipped out into the night knowing she had to do one thing: She had to talk to Alya.

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