Several years after Lucien's Death…

King stood on the shores of Bloodstone, the smell of the sea's breeze washed over him, sending his red dreadlocks flying in every direction, and bringing back not so fond memories. His sister's death, all those years at the Spire, losing his closest and loyalist friend (his beloved dog) Marcus…everything haunted him as he stood at the edge of the water staring into the distance. Everything smelled of death…

Now, years after he had made his wish, he was the richest man in Albion. He smiled to himself, life was so easy now…no assassins after him, no more Lucien. Everything was perfect. His smile faded from his face; it was perfect alright…perfectly BORING. There weren't any challenges anymore, to top that off he never had a chance to settle down and start the family he's always wanted. It was nearly impossible to talk to a woman after he came back from the Spire. They were always too busy running away from him.

'I'm not THAT bad…am I? Alright so I killed several people in Bowerstone and about twenty guards last week, but that doesn't make me a bad person.' Sighing, King closed his eyes and folded his arms across his chest as he remembered the only woman who had ever spoken to him kindly…Hammer. He had to admit, she wasn't the most beautiful woman around, but she was the kindest, most fearless one he had ever met, because of those traits…she seemed to glow.

That day at the Spire, had been the last time he had ever seen her. She had been shocked by his wish. To this day, the look on her face when she found out what he really was like breaks his heart.

He opened his eyes and started heading back to his manor, or rather Reaver's mansion, "I wonder when Reaver is coming back…In the last letter he sent to the manor said that he would back any day ha, I wonder if he's figured out who has been living in it for all these years…"

Reaver stood at the door of HIS manor, a frown engraved into his face. 'This is a pain the rear, whom ever had bought the place had changed the locks. The nerve. Now I'm going to have to stand out here and wait for them to come back so they could unlock my door. Then of course, I'll shoot them.'

"Hello Reaver, I thought I smelled your cologne." Reaver frown, and then it hit him… it was Sparrow!

"Hello Sparrow-"

"The name's King now, Reaver." He chuckled.

"Whatever…In any case… you look, different. Those are very nice…horns you have there. So you bought my manor, excellent choice my dear man. However, I want it back as you very well know. "

"I know, I was just living here to watch over the place until you came back. I bought Fairfax Castle, I'll move in straight away." King's smile became a grin.

"How very kind of you, but was in necessary to change the locks?" Reaver

"I don't trust the locals."

Reaver laughed, "Well, then why ever would you live here?"

"Good question. It's a shame I'm not going to answer it." King tossed the keys at Reaver, "Here you go."

King then smirked and walked down the stone steps. Reaver watched him leave, then shrugged and walked into his manor…It had been too long. Now he had to mix things up and bring some fun back to Albion.