Okay, this is my first attempt at an in-game fic, but the Fable III story line is pretty impressively rich and the story spun itself. I've altered little bits from the game to the story just so I can add in bits to give the story more depth. The story will be presented in 'Parts' which are contained stories but build up a bigger picture when all the 'Parts' are complete.
The Trails of a Princess – Prologue
She was small, and wasn't particularly fast. As a result, she hated kiss chase games. Alexandria was always caught when the boys were 'It' and she was certain that the only reason for that was so they could go down into the town and boast they had kissed a Princess.
It hadn't escaped her attention that Percy was joining in too. She didn't like the boy, he was bully and he always played rough, which was why she wasn't playing with the rest of the children. Also there was Elliot. She liked him, he was sweet but he always made her feel so shy.
Alexandria sat on the low wall, watching as Victoria planted a kiss on Percy's lips. The boy squirmed and batted her off with a loud, 'that's disgusting.' He pushed the small girl off him, igniting just a little bit more dislike in Alexandria's heart for him. Then Percy started to spin around, predator like.
The Princess didn't like the look in his eye as he saw her. She stood up and looked up to the castle. If she could make it, well, Percy would not dare run after the Princess in her own home. But it was such a long way to run and she was small and not particularly fast.
Instead she decided on another tactic. She crossed her arms and stared down at the boy using the look she had learnt from her mother, the Queen. 'I'm not playing, Percy,' she told him darkly. 'I'm not.' She backed away from him, and quickly turned to look at the door to her home.
If she wasn't convinced before that she couldn't make then she certainly wouldn't now. Percy was mere feet away.
'Leave her alone, Perce.'
Alexandria's head snapped around and she set eyes on Elliot, who was moving towards Percy.
'She's not playing, why don't you get your own back on Maggie, or even give Emme a peck. I know she's sweet on you,' Elliot continued, but there was no diverting Percy.
He pounced, pushing the Princess to the ground.
'Get off me,' she screamed, wriggling to bat him away. But it was no good, being little also meant she wasn't very strong and her little hands did little to prevent the bully from his assault. Then, rather suddenly, the boy was off her.
'You have insulted this maiden's honour!' shouted Elliot, pulling the boy away from the petit Princess.
Percy, ever the bully, spun around and caught the young boy's face with his fist.
High in the castle, unseen by the children in the garden, the Hero King watched the children play. A small smile adorned his face as one of the lads stepped in to protect his daughter. The smile widened as the young girl then clumsily tended to the bloodied lip her saviour won for his efforts. Alexandria was a sweet girl; she had such a quiet, graceful nature about her.
His little girl reminded him of his sister, so untimely taken in this very castle, before their parents had died and they were forced to make a life for themselves on the streets of the city sprawling out before him. She was a kind soul who was turned hard by the streets and poverty.
Often he watched his children, wondering on the destiny they had been handed. One would lead Albion to be even greater and saving the lands beyond the sea. He couldn't see how. Neither the twelve year old Alexandria nor the seventeen year old Logan appeared to have the talents required of a young Hero. He supposed there might still be time for Alexandria but he was starting to doubt he would live to see it.
He had to prepare for her, just in case.