A.N.: So I was examining the achievements that you can unlock in Fable 3. Although my personal favorite is "If It Bleeds, We Can Kill It," the one titled, "Coronation Chicken" inspired me to write this one shot. I hope you enjoy it!
"Ladies and gentlemen of Albion," Hobson announced to a small group of citizens, gathered for a monarchy referendum, "I present to you, our beloved queen-" the treasurer turned to greet the monarch, turned back to face the audience, then did a double-take."...Blade?" he asked, staring at her.
The queen strode to her throne, which was positioned in the far center of the room, across from the door. As she passed, most -if not all- of the citizens present gawked at her.
The queen's attire was one of questionable decisions. Informal, to say the least. She wore a feathery costume that resembled poultry -which one (in their right mind) would not dress in, when being presented to represent all of Albion (of course, Blade's not in her right mind, is she?).
Forge, standing beside the throne, on the right of the queen, as she seated herself upon the chair of destiny, face-palmed as soon as she walked in. Silently, he prayed that he was dreaming -that at any moment, Jasper would pull his bedroom curtains aside, allowing the sun to illuminate his room, which would cause him to arouse from his slumber.
Reaver, standing in front of the throne and on the queen's left, stood perplexed, his eyebrows rising higher and higher until they were hiding under the shadow of his top hat and the elegant twirl of his hair. The deviant's smirk grew wider as well.
Hobson, who continued to stare at the queen, was utterly shocked by her choice of garments.
As the silence grew slightly more intense, Jasper entered the throne room. He hovered in the doorway for a moment, trying to find his words, then looked rather embarrassed and stuttered, "I advised her to change clothes..."