In the Eyes of the King

by lilmommy0911

After the death of his parents, Logan is forced to grow up very quickly, beginning with his coronation as the new King of Albion. It's not as cracked up as it sounds. Something as a simple exploratory/diplomatic excursion becomes a living nightmare and he returns a different person. Will likely go up in rating in future chapters for violence/gore/and sex.

1. Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately, I don't own any of the Fable characters or franchise.

This story begins several years before the events of Fable 3, before Logan's journey to Aurora, and follows through the storyline and afterwards. It takes a humanistic look at what happened in Shadelight and how it affected his decisions afterwards.

AUTHORS NOTE: I played and finished Fable 3 before Fable 2, and have never played the first Fable… so as of yet, I am going by what I have picked up from online. I am currently playing Fable 2, so I may edit these earlier chapters as information from the previous game fits in.

Chapter 1: Memories

It was morning. The cool air brushed his skin as he stepped closer to the staircase in the middle of the courtyard. He was rather young, perhaps 20 or near it. His body was rugged; built like he had been practicing swordplay and beneath the sleeves of his shirt were muscles that would likely have no problem wielding a heavy hammer. His eyes were deep set and brown like the wet sand of the shore and his brown hair was nearly as dark as ebony, slicked back upon his head. He was quite handsome, observed by the female servants doing duties around the courtyard.

Following him, ever so gingerly, was a younger girl. She was likely 14 and was just beginning to develop into a womanly shape. She resembled the young man, being that she had the same brown eyes, but her hair was lighter, plaited behind her back. She was beautiful, but in that moment of following the man, there was sadness in her eyes. Both of the young people were skillfully adorned in fine clothing, nothing short of the best that money could buy. No doubt they were of wealthy descent.

The door at the end of the staircase opened and the young people went inside. They silently walked to the end of the hallway and stopped before two golden sarcophagi. The man walked to one of them and placed his hand on top. Small noises escaped his lips as emotion filled him.

"He was a good king, a good ruler." He said, "And mother was so kind and beautiful."

"I just wish I had as much time with them as you." She said, overcome with sadness. He held her tight as she succumbed to the tears that she had been holding back.

"Fate is cruel, but such is the way of life." He told her as he gently wiped the tears from her cheeks.

"Oh Logan, I miss them so!" She cried.

"As do I, Rebecca."

He took her hand and gently began to lead her out of the mausoleum. She looked backward at the last remnants of her parents as she followed him out. She walked with him through the garden until they reached a point that overlooked Bowerstone. Fascination overcame the pain in her eyes as she noticed the villagers walking in the city below. Sometimes she would come to the edge of the balcony and stare at the people living their lives and imagine their stories. She was unaware, but at times, Logan would do the same.

Immediately following their parent's deaths, they had grown very close. Of course, now it had been several years since the passing and Logan had taken it upon himself to insure that his little sister was raised in the manner that his parents had intended. Each day she seemed to grow in her knowledge and kindness, and he was very proud of her. She was growing up, but he certainly didn't deny that he was as well.