Yare... so much on the go IRL, Chapter 11 of ANKB is half finished (but half incomplete), I'm a two days behind on my NaNoWriMo, JTM has stalled for the indefinite future and I'm writing this – purely because I can't get the characters to leave me alone. Hopefully, with this committed to text I can get my full mojo back on my NaNo.

Just a series of linked drabbles – I did have them all in one chapter but I think it makes a bit more sense to split them up.

Damn Fable 3 for being that epically awesome. And damn Ben Finn for being unromanceable XD

DISCLAIMER: This is a non-profit fanwork and the author has no rights over any of the characters or storylines used (with the exception of original interpretations). In short, don't own, don't sue – 'tis but a bit of fun.

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The phrase "flower in the dirt" was definitely cliché and cheesy – especially considering her name – but Ben couldn't think of a more apt description for her when she arrived with Sir Walter at Mourningwood Fort.

Sure, her highwayman clothes were muddy and a tad dishevelled, but her brown eyes sparkled with mischief and her smile was all the more dazzling in this setting of death and misery.

The men, already bolstered by Sir Walter's presence, were all the more confident and determined as the Princess ("Call me Rose," she said. "Or even Recruit! Do you think Walter would let me sign up?") walked amongst them, chatty and cheerful. She even gave Acting-Lieutenant Tyler some new lute strings (thank the Maker, the out-of-tune replacements he had been fashioning from goodness-knows-what were horrendous) and sang a few songs for the men – some of which were a lot bawdier than was probably proper for someone of her station.

Ben quickly resolved to ignore every princess stereotype he had ever read since it was clear none of them applied to her. She took the steps up to the mortar two at a time, her pistol swinging at her hip and her rifle and sword clinking together from where they were strapped on her back.

"Righto," she said with an enthusiastic smile. "What do you need me to do, Captain?"

It was that smile that had seen Ben through some of the darker nights of their final weeks in the Fort after she and Walter had left – something brilliant in a place so dark, and something to keep fighting for. Although some of her magic spells would have probably been a little more useful.

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Part two probably up tomorrow... please review though, I like them :3

Also, I will take requests for this, so leave a review with a particular Ben/Princess scene you would like to see and I'll give it a go :D