Hello there, lovelies. New plot, new story, new franchise. FABLE! Whoop. My love for Reaver is more tame than Benjamina. Sadly, I do not own Fable, because I obviously would force him to be married to the Princess.
Page and Albion's newest queen stood as their conversation was intruded. Queen Victoria stood and straightened her attire before addressing her servant.
"Yes Ian?"
"Your Majesty, you have a guest, he said there was no time for formalities, it is of utmost importance."
"Alright," she sighed, "Let him in."
Ian quickly bowed and scurried out to open the door for the impatient guest. There was a discussion in the hall before the clicking of heels approached Logan's old war room.
Page crossed her arms, "Must be a noble jerk, if they think they're too important to wait."
Victoria smirked, before handing Page another cup of wine. "So many have come to speak to me, but I will admit this is the first time one had the audacity to just barge right in on a-"
Page was choking on her beverage and nodded in the direction of the door. Victoria turned and Reaver stood there leaning on his jeweled cane.
He tipped his hat at the women before walking past and making himself comfortable in a chair, "Ah yes, my dear queen, I suppose there is a first for everything."
The women exchanged glances, "Reaver, what do you want?"
"A chalice of wine would suffice."
With an eye roll, the queen serviced him a drink, "Thank you, my dear."
Page stood in front of him, "What exactly did you need that is so urgent?"
"Pardon me Page, but I am here for Victoria, the queen." he generously sipped his wine.
Victoria was a bit tense at the way he said her name, she leaned against her map of Albion. "What did you want Reaver?"
With no response she turned to face him, he set his chalice down and cornered her against the table.
"I came here with a proposal." His amber eyes were boring fiercely into her brown ones.
Page scoffed, "A proposal? What kind? One where you stop being an arrogant arse?"
"One of marriage, actually." he slowly lowered himself to one knee, and procured a simple wedding band. He didn't even smirk at her, keeping a serious composure.
"Reaver this is so sudden!"
"Where the bloody hell did that come from?! Victoria you know you can't marry this scoundrel!"
Page wrenched Reaver by his collar, which he responded with by pressing his Dragonstomper under her chin.
"What's your angle? There's no way this isn't to steal power! You must want to control the kingdom, well she's not going to let you, I can guarantee that!"
Reaver shoved her away, and kept his gun aimed, "I'm sure our lovely queen can speak for herself. A simple yes or no will do, as with all other marriage proposals."
"You are a promiscuous and foul man, Skorm's son himself, and you mean to tell us that you are ready to settle down and tie the knot?" Page laughed.
Reaver reached for another cup of wine, "Well I am sure the ruler can decide what she deems fit."
They turned to the queen, who huffed a sigh.
"As flattering as it is of you to propose, I have qualms about it...'It' being marriage," they continued to blink at her and she groaned, "Okay, this is really sudden, I mean you've tried to kill me and sleep with me. Suddenly everything is fine and you want to marry me? Also my people hate you because you're an oppressor, and I certainly don't want to share my future husband with other…partners of his."
Reaver nodded, and holstered his weapon, taking Victoria's hand he kissed her knuckles. Page gagged, never one to hide her disgust.
"Mon chere, I am sure you see a politically beneficial side to this marriage. You will have a share of my wealth, which I begrudgingly will allow you to use for the common rabble-"
"Oh how romantic!"
"Page, shh!"
"As for your fear of infidelity, I can assure you I will not stray as long as you consistently sate my needs…and I must say, I do have quite the appetite," he made no attempt to hide his eyes roaming her slim figure.
Page rolled her eyes, "Pervert."
"I'm sorry, don't you have some sewer to be hanging about in?" Reaver sneered, before turning back to the queen.
"What is the real purpose of your urgent visit?"
Reaver slipped his hands away and looked at the map, "I am leaving town for an undetermined amount of time, and I wanted to be sure my industry would be kept in safe hands."
Victoria made a face at Page, who shrugged, "Well that was surprisingly honest."
"Well serious matters require honesty and trust," his gaze locked with the Victoria, "Trust is the hardest currency to come by, but I understand your hesitation. I see this as a beneficial business transaction, so I intend to stay true to my word."
"This marriage is merely to babysit your company?"
Reaver smirked, "With sexual benefits."
Page prodded him with her finger, "You do realize, she will make changes to your abuse of power? She is going to help those poor people you call "workers." Right, Victoria?"
The queen nodded, "I've been trying to compromise with him for weeks-"
"Compromise! There should be no compromise with this pain in my arse!"
"Page, do take a seat, you are turning a nasty shade of red." Reaver laughed behind his chalice.
"If you want me to agree to this, I need to know where you are going."
Reaver looked her over, and Victoria crossed her arms. Page glared at the two, perplexed her friend would even consider his proposal.
"I have been summoned," he seated himself, "by Theresa."
"Theresa? Who even is that?" Page looked at the queen.
"Just our lovely ruler's great aunt and a cryptic blind seer." Reaver smirked before leaning back into his chair.
Victoria and Page exclaimed in unison, "Great aunt?!"
"I didn't know she was related to me, she's...well, not from this time!"
"Well, I happen to do plenty of research on who I work with, and I can assure your relations. She requires my assistance so it would seem. But! That is not the matter at hand," he returned to one knee, "Please, your Majesty, will you marry me?"
Victoria spared a glance at Page, who seemed to still be working through Theresa's identity. "Yes, Reaver. I will."
"Splendid! Certainly we should celebrate with some engagement sex?" he leaned in close to her cheek, gently kissing it, before she shoved him back a few inches.
"Erm, no. Save that for the honeymoon, please."
"Page, it would appear we have a virtuous and virginal queen!" he grinned.
"So it would seem." Page pulled Victoria close, "What about Logan?"
"Logan already knows. I talked to him prior to this encounter," the women exchanged a look, "I'll visit again to discuss ceremonial plans," Reaver grabbed his cane and walked to the exit, "Seeing as this business exchange is over, I shall take my leave. Tatty bye."
When the clicking of his heels faded down the corridors, Page face palmed, "I hope you didn't just hand over the keys to the kingdom."
"No, I swear I haven't."
"So, you actually managed to get my sister to accept?" Logan arched a brow.
Reaver smirked, "Yes, yes. She has agreed to babysit my industry."
The former king sat down and scoffed, "You do realize that once she finds out where you're going, she'll demand to join you. That leaves me the duty of watching everything."
"Yes, well I figured I'd be telling you the business of things either way."
A/N: What even? The idea of writing a sexy Reaver/Queen fic has been bugging me since I played the third Fable game. This idea was prodding at my brain when I played Fable Anniversary...so here we go.