A/N: Please forgive me if this sucks, this is my first Fanfiction ever and I think I may have made no sense. Just don't kill me. That's all I ask. This is what I wanted to happen after Fable III, or possibly what happened. It's also pretty fluffy because I'm such a Hopeless Romantic. Kassandra, I beg you, stop now. Anyway, on with the fanfiction! -Sam B. ;) Edit: I've got a complaint or two saying that I've been repeating myself in this chapter, so I've resolved to fix. it. I tend to repeat myself when I'm nervous, and my writing is no different. Sorry 'bout that. Anyway, I never mentioned this, but the Princess', or should I say Queen's, name is Mira. She's the type of person who feels that if something goes wrong, it's her fault. She's never broken a promise, and the very mention of Walter either pisses her off or makes her feel sick with guilt. I can't blame her, I would too. Also, she wanted to strangle Ben for half the revolution. She had some respect for him after the incident in Aurora, but nothing really happened between them other than Ben becoming much less likely to die whenever he was in the same room as her. She also kicks ass with a sword. She very rarely weaves spells since the incident in Aurora, because I always felt that after something like that, one wouldn't be as strong as one was before. Walter even says that afterwards he felt "a hundred years older than when we left". Oh, whoops, just realised I'm still rambling. Sorry, I do that.

Most of these POVs will be written in 3rd Person, unless I say otherwise. Just a heads-up.

Theresa spoke the truth, and didn't have any reason to manipulate. Yet she seemed to have used Mira nonetheless. She sighed; Theresa seemed as big of a mystery to her as ever. Someone cleared their throat, and snapped Mira out of her reverie.

"Someone is here to see you, Your Majesty." Came the voice of her servant. She sighed again. Hobson's voice always annoyed her. High-pitched and nervous.

"Just send them in." Mira answered simply. She was tired of people visiting unannounced. She really wished that they would just send a letter and all the important matters take place at the castle. It was just the reverse of that. Documents marked the important things, and audiences were something boring and/or ridiculous. At least Reaver wasn't among them He still hadn't bothered her.

As Hobson was returning, the footsteps mirroring his sounded familiar somehow, but she couldn't place them. She tried to think of them, but the only thing she could place them with was Army issued uniforms.

Gee, I wonder who THAT could be, she thought bitterly.

"Thinking hard now, are we?" Came the voice of the familiar footsteps. It was rough-sounding, and even more familiar. She could identify it as a man's, but she still couldn't place it. The footsteps started again, walking towards her.

"Is there something urgent you need?" Mira asked without looking up.

"What, I can't come to see my favorite Queen?" The familiar voice teased, stopping behind her, and Mira could tell without glancing that he was looking at the papers.

Then it hit her like a brick that it was Ben, of all people, that was bugging her.

"It can be arranged later, but right now I have a country to run." She said flatly.

"So, you don't want to see me? That's a bit rude, don't you think?"

"Ben, I have to go throught these papers first," Mira pointed out. "If I had Hobson do it, there would be problems."

"Am I really that obvious?" Ben asked, not thinking that she would ever just ignore him after being away for 2 years, nearly 3 now.

"It's hard not to mistake you for a gnat, so yes." Mira deadpanned.

"At least she's not moping anymore..." Ben mumbled.

Had it been 6 years ago, she might've laughed at the remark. But now, she was pretty empty. She had stopped crying about Walter's death, at least in public. Now she was just emotionless, not feeling she had the right to be happy.

"Shut up, Ben."

"You sound like Walter." Ben pointed out, but quickly realized that would be the last thing she'd ever want to be told.

Mira just sighed and finished reading a paper. Ben saw she had organized the papers in seperate stacks, the finished ones' being the largest, and the unread ones' holding only about 3 more. He knew she was a fast reader, but she didn't seem to enjoy reading it all. She took the next one, which was only a paragraph with a gift of money from a noble enclosed. She pulled the money out and handed it off to Hobson, who scurried off into the Treasury. She set the paper into the finished stack and picked up the next. She read over it before signing it and writing her name on the bottom. She set it into the finished stack and picked up the last one. Ben tried to read over her shoulder, but he was only 1/4 of the way done before she flipped it over and pushed it away from her. He knew her well enough that it had something personal included in it, and didn't want to read it around anyone.

"Did Reaver finally die?" Ben asked hopefully.

"No, though that would've been much better." She mumbled, standing up and turning to face him.

"Done?"

"Why are you here, anyway? I thought you wanted to travel."

"I didn't say forever. Besides, that was mainly to wait off the Mir-pression."

"Wow, you're so kind." Mira muttered sarcastically.

"And charming."

"What is it you want?" She asked irately.

"I wanted to see if you needed anything, besides, I ran out of places to see."

"Oh, now you want to help, after I've adjusted to being by myself. You're such a huge help." She growled.

"What's your problem? You could've said something, and you didn't, and when I offer, you just get angry with me."

"Maybe it's because I was too busy pulling an entire country back together to get upset about Walter."

"You didn't look like it bothered you one bit. You just pretended that it hadn't happened."

"I'm a Hero. Showing emotion is like writing 'I'm too weak to rule, dethrone me' across my forehead."

"I don't think it's quite that drastic." Ben pointed out.

"I don't think I'm in the mood to talk right now." Mira spun on her heel and walked to the door, opening it.

"Mir-"

The door slammed in his face, suprising despite the thick wood. He tried to follow her, but she had made a turn or went into a room, because she wasn't in the hallway.

"Is there something you need, sir?" Hobson asked, coming up into the room from the Treasury.

"Where did Mira just go?" Ben asked, though it was pointed more towards himself.

"Her Majesty? I think I saw her go to the baths."

"Figures." He mumbled, sitting down onto a conveniently placed bench. "Now what the heck am I gonna do?"

"She doesn't take long, but she usually spends a pointed amount of time trying to get her hair to stay up." Hobson rambled pointlessly.

Mira's POV

I sighed, relaxing back into the water. I hadn't meant all of that, back in the Study, but the only emotion I had let myself show was anger, even though I was actually ecstatic to see Ben again. I had pretended to be furious just to keep from crying, or practically jumping up and down. I needed some privacy, after all the emotions I had felt at seeing him again. I knew that here, no one would see me. I had nearly exploded with excitement, and the thought of hating Ben nearly made me burst into tears. Ben was my ally, who had been there almost as long as Sabine. I respcted him. I even realized, while he was gone, I had fallen in love with him. But I didn't deserve to be happy, since I could so easily be seen as kind, and had barely been able to save everyone in Albion, yet I had gone and struck down Walter, out of fear. I felt selfish, being happy in Ben's presence, and I became furious with myself. Though I meant to keep neutral, I had let the anger slip out, and, worst of all, I had lashed out on Ben. Now I felt sorry for doing something so horrible to him, after he had came all the way back to see if I was alright.

Then, I realized I wasn't alright. Hell, Hobson was closer to normal than me. I was going insane, literally, on the inside. Walter's death was eating away at me, and it took this long for me to realize it.

I got out, and began trying to brush my hair so that it'd stay up later, whenever that became an issue. When it was finally knot-free and straight, I changed into a pair of Women's Pyjamas. I had just stepped out when I remembered Ben was stubborn, and thus would still be in the castle somewhere. So I snuck into my old bedroom overlooking the gardens. I lit the fire and started getting ready for bed. Shortly after, I heard a knock, and knew immediately it was Ben.

"You don't need my permission to enter, you'll just barge in anyhow."

Ben walked in with that damned curious look on his face.

Oh Avo, what did I just do?

Ben's POV

Mira turned her head as I walked in. She looked ready to just go to bed, even though it was still only about 5:00.

"I'm guessing you have a headache from me, then?"

"No, I'm just tired."

"I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to piss you off."

"You didn't. I was just irritable."

I raised my eyebrow at her, suprised she wasn't angry with me at all. As far as I was concerned, they were excuses, but for what?

"I'm the one who should be saying sorry," She continued, not making eye contact. "I was irritated, and angry, and I took it out on you."

This made my jaw drop. Mira? Apologizing? She never apologized, for as long as I'd known her. Only once, she told Walter, "I'm sorry." But that's because she felt so guilty, having ended his life. Even though it wasn't her fault. She was forced.

"A-are you okay?"

Clearly something was wrong. And I planned to find out what.

A/N: Aaaand there you have it. Probably the only 2 times I ever used a first-person POV. I have nothing more to ramble about this chapter.