A/N: Hey guys! So, this is my first story. It's a little one-shot involving Page and the Hero of Brightwall (Named Keiran) right before they start the Wheel of Misfortune at Reaver's Manor. Read and review, tell me how this is. I got the idea while playing one night, and wondered how Page would react to the (presumably) very attractive younger brother of King Logan. I wrote it in about fifteen minutes, so it might be rough, but hey, it's a start right?
Also, I don't own any of the characters, except for maybe Keiran to the extent of his name and his characteristics. Carry on!
The White Suit
Page hated the huge puff of a dress she had to wear. However, there was no other way to infiltrate Reaver's secret party without it. She would never be allowed in while wearing her usual outfit of cotton and leather. She also hoped this rescue mission was quick; then she could remove the vile monstrosity of silk and fine cotton that she found herself in.
Presently, she was standing outside the gates of Reaver's mansion in Millfields, waving her fan in front of her face awkwardly. The mask was uncomfortably warm, but she could not take it off. Two of Reaver's guards were standing at the gate and were close enough to see her face if she removed the mask.
After about ten minutes, another figure was seen running up the long path that led to the manor. Page breathed a sigh of relief as the Rebel Prince stepped through the gate and jogged lightly over to her. If he were to be discovered now, their entire plan would be ruined and the rebellion would be crushed. "Sorry I'm late…" The prince said softly, bowing. He was wearing a red and gold mask with a long protruding beak.
The young man looked rather stunning in his white and gold suit. Page smiled, glad the mask covered her blushing face, as Keiran brushed his lips against her outstretched hand. "The royal look… suits you…" She murmured as the young man stood back up. "Well, I've been practicing for the past eighteen years," He joked. "I hope I can pull it off!"
He then offered his arm to the woman, which Page accepted. She did not feel nearly as awkward with Keiran by her side. They mounted the huge staircase that led to the front door, taking carefully measured steps so as not to look out of place. Keiran inclined his head slightly as they approached the doorman, and he quickly opened the door and bowed them inside.
Reaver's personal butler, a man by the name of Hatch, led them to the party from the entrance hall. He attempted a few sexual comments toward Page, but one look from the prince silenced him at once. Something about those eyes commanded power, Page knew. They were the same eyes as Logan's, but Keiran's were warmer.
When they entered the "ball room," however, and saw Reaver on the balcony, Page knew the prince's eyes were not going to help them. Reaver wanted to play a game, and that game was going to stain the prince's lovely white suit the deepest of reds. Whether that red belonged to him or something else was yet to be determined…