Au: any characters you do not recognize are my own and are added for the story line. I own none of the characters you recognize nor anything fable related, all owner ship goes to lionshead studios. Another quick note, aoibheann is pronounced [ ay-veen] . Her nickname is aoibh [ayv] 'tis Gaelic in origin. if any other words that look odd or hard to pronounce , I will state them in the beginning of the chapter along with how to pronounce them.
Chapter one
'She'll be just like her brother.'
' look at her, she even looks like him.'
' another tyrant in line for the throne.'
Aoibheann kept her head down,hiding behind her hair and pretending to not hear the whispers of the people as she stood next to her brother, Logan. She hated the words that spilled from there lips like a vile poison. She was nothing, and would be nothing, like her brother. She'd never fall victim to the icy darkness that shrouded his heart , nor the cruelty he showed.
She'd prove to Albion that she would be a kind and virtuous leader, not a tyrant.
She tightly gripped the skirt of her ivory dress in her hand ,her knuckles white with tension. Emotions washed over her drowning her , making it hard to breath. Her stomach knotted with nerves and the sickly taste of bile was on her tongue. She was filled with guilt,shame, fear, and utter heart break as she watched her brothers, guards dragged Elliot and the protesters into the garden.
She couldn't focus enough to breath ,her chest felt tight,almost painfully so. She raised her emerald eyes to look at Elliot,the utter hare she saw in his eyes killed her.
She felt the tightness of guilt and pain wrap around her heart, her throat felt tight with emotion and tears pricked her eyes, threatening to spill over.
Logan had a cruel sense of humour, forcing her to be present for her childhood sweet hearts execution, but not only his , but a few innocent people of bowerstone.
Elliot stumbled as the guards shoved him forward and down onto his knees at her feet. Aoibheann cried out, her hands place over her heart. " brother, please, please , stop this madness,I beg of you." She directed her pleading gaze at him.
Logan's lips twitched into a cruel snarl bartering his teeth at his sister, looking almost disgusted by her faint cry.
" Madness? You believe this to be madness? Dear sister, allow me to remind you that this is your fault. I gave you the choice to save one or the other, the protesters from bowerstone or your dear friend . You refused to choose, you could've saved some one but instead you damned them all" Logan's face was red, twisted into a look of disdain as her stared down his nose at her.
" I didn't want any one to be hurt! I simply wanted you to see reason! Nobody die, Logan please stop this."She begged him softly ,reaching her cold hands out to grasp his In Her own.
"You spoke of madness, ill show you madness, you need to grow up and learn your place." His voice raised with each following word as he snatched his hands back from her grasp to pull a pistol from the holster on his left hip. Placing the weapon into her hands he grinned cruelly at her.
" you may do the honors." His words left her cold.
" no..no,no,no." She whispered breathlessly,hot tears spilled over her cheeks and down her face. Her heart broke when she turned to look at Elliot with wide frightened eyes, and her looked away from her his face a mask of disappointment.