So it's been a while since I have even attempted to write anything so I apologize in advance for the inevitable mistakes. I don't own any of the characters except for my OC. This story will be set during the events of Fable 3 and follow my character through her own adventure during that timeline. I hope that you all will enjoy my story.

Chapter One

The Escape Artist

Things were getting worse. King Logan had lost his mind, executing innocent people. Never in her years of serving in the castle did Freya ever think that King Logan would resort to such brutality. Walter warned her that this would happen but she honestly didn't think Logan was this far gone. Even rumors of the young Prince being a Hero was floating through the castle. It wouldn't be long before King Logan would hear of it and taken matters into his own hands. But surely he wouldn't kill his own brother...would he?

Freya's thoughts were interrupted by a loud crack of thunder. Her eyes shot up to the sky as rain continued to pour. She was waiting for Walter in the castle gardens, holding the key to the entrance of the Catacombs. With King Logan's behavior, Walter was going to get the Prince out of here and she, of course, was more than willing to help.

She looked towards the castle to find Walter, Jasper and the Prince running. She sighed in relief as they approached her. "Freya, glad you made it. You weren't seen were you?" Walter asked as his eyes scanned the gardens.

Freya shook her head. Her cloak soaked from the rain. " No but you three should hurry. I will do what I can to throw them off so you can escape." She said.

Walter smiled as he placed his hand on her shoulder. " Freya please be careful. If Logan were to find out that you helped us..." he trailed off, wearing a look of concern.

Freya placed her hand on his and smiled. " You don't have to worry about me. You've done more for me than I could ever repay, Walter. Now go, you don't have much time." she said.

Walter nodded, looking back at Jasper and the Prince. You gave them the keys and hurried back into the castle to change out of your wet clothes, praying that they would make it out safe.

Later that evening you helped prepare dinner for King Logan. The staff was on edge as of late and you couldn't blame them. No one could've predicted how things would've turned out. What Logan was really capable of and worse...how unpredictable he had become.

Freya practically grew up in the Castle. She wasn't close to the Royal family or anything. Everything she is was all because of Sir Walter Beck. He brought her to the castle when she was very young and on the brink of death. He saw value in her and potential. Taught her how to fight but , of course, King Logan refused to have a woman serve in the militia. So here she was, working as a servant. She couldn't complain. Her life here wasn't terrible. She actually enjoyed working in the palace.

She walked through the halls, carrying the large silver tray of food towards the dining hall. Her memories lingering on her life here in the castle. She met so many interesting people, both royal guests and other staff members.

Rosaline was a wonderful seamstress. She's been making garments for his Majesty for decades. She had vision and talent that went beyond expectations and was so creative and fun to watch.

Kent was part of the Royal guards and always had crazy ideas and a strange sense of humor but deep down he was a good person.

Lady Amelia was a noble that frequently visited the castle and took a liking to Freya. They would often talk in the gardens where Lady Amelia would go to read when the weather was nice. Sadly she had stopped visiting when King Logan started acting so strange.

Now the only person to visit the castle was none other than...

" Ah, miss Freya. You're looking wonderful this evening." she heard a voice say as she entered the dining hall.

" Oh, Master Reaver, what a surprise." She said. " I wasn't informed that you would be visiting with us this evening. Would you like something to eat?"

Reaver chuckled as he leaned back in his seat. He swirled the wine around in his glass as he looked at her. " Why, that sounds delightful my dear. What's on the menu?" he asked.

Freya made her way over to King Logan who sat quietly at the end of the table. She set the tray down, placing his food in front of him. "We have a delicious pasta dish available with a red sauce and mushroom. Garlic mashed potatoes with greens and a cherry pie for dessert." she said.

Logan looked up at Reaver. " The cherry pie is particularly delightful. Freya makes them herself." he said as he reached for his wine. " She always sprinkles a little sugar on top of the crust."

Was he really praising her? That was unexpected..

" OH that does sound like a treat. " Reaver said. " I would love some dear, if that wouldn't be too much trouble."

Freya bowed and smiled a bit. " Of course, Master Reaver. I shall bring it right out." she said and turned to leave.

She quickly headed back to the Kitchens and prepared a plate for Reaver as she sighed. She wasn't a big fan of Reaver, even though she hardly knew him. She has heard things about him; questionable things. Most of them sounding so far fetched that they couldn't possibly be true. In all honestly she found him to be quite mysterious yet oddly charming.

Freya left her thoughts as she headed back with a tray for Reaver. She entered the dining hall and set the plates before Reaver who eyed the food. " This looks positively delicious , my dear. Did you make all of this yourself?" He asked.

" No sir. I only made the pie." she said with a smiled. She reached up and tucked her hair behind her ear as Reaver took a bite of the pasta.

" mmm... this is delightful, please pass my compliments to the chef." he said. She nodded and bowed slightly.

" I will do that." She said and turned to leave. Once she left the room, Reaver looked over at Logan.

" wherever did you find such a rare flower, my King?"

Logan looked up from his food. " Walter brought her here when we were still very young. She's been serving in the palace for a very long time."

" you HAVE to let me borrow her some time." Reaver teased, smirking as he sipped his wine.

Logan sighed as he wiped his mouth. " By all means..." he said halfheartedly.

" So you said the old soldier brought her here when she was young. Does that mean she was an orphan?" Reaver asked.

" Walter found her abandoned somewhere in Bowerstone Old Quarter. Her mother was a whore and apparently her father died of an illness." Logan said as he placed his napkin on the table.

" Oh? I find that very surprising considering I know all the whores in Albion. I know I would definitely remember a women with such fiery red hair. I bet the apple doesn't fall far from the tree." Reaver said with a smirk.

Logan narrowed his eyes as he glared at Reaver. " You really are a repulsive man."

The sun set as the storm finally subsided. Freya sat by her window seal and looked out towards the city. Her hands were clasped together as she said a silent prayer in hopes that Walter and the others made it out safely. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't afraid of what was to come. She knew very well that with the Prince's disappearance there would be a revolution. People were already starting to riot so they kingdom would either blindly follow the Prince or be wary of the crown all together. She just hoped that there wouldn't have to be anymore needless bloodshed but she couldn't help feeling that something else was going on entirely.

She jumped when there was a loud knock on her door. She stood up, covering her nightgown with her robe and opened it.

" Freya. We need you to come with us." A guard said, standing in the doorway.

" Huh? Right now? It's in the middle of the night. What could.."

"You're under arrest for conspiring against the crown." The guard interrupted. He grabbed her roughly by the arm, pulling her out of the room. She gasped as she was torn from her room.

"Ah, wait. Let me go!" she said, thrashing around a bit as she was carried off to the Throne room.

This was the end of the line for her,

Freya was forced to her knees before Logan who sat on his throne. She looked up at him , fear gripping her as his hollow and soulless eyes stared into hers.

" Freya... we bring you into our home. Put a roof over your head. Feed you. And in return you have served us well." He said as she stood up slowly. Freya could feel a dangerous aura emitting from the mam. She swallowed hard as he circled her like a lion stalking its prey. " So how DARE you defy me by letting my brother escape! And with Walter no less!" He yelled.

Freya flinched. Her hair covering her face as she fought back the tears. People nowadays were killed for much less than this. She knew was her fate was.

" Kill her..." He said.

" Your Majesty, if I may" Reaver chimed in suddenly. When did he walk in?

Logan glared at the man. Obviously put off by his presence. " What is it Reaver?" he said impatiently.

" I do say, as much as it is a crime that she would betray your trust. How about you hand her over to me instead of wasting such a beautiful rose?" He asked.

" You've got to be joking." Logan said. " Why on earth would I want to hand her over to you?"

" Your lack of faith, wounds me." Reaver said as he placed his hand on his chest. " Hand her to me and I will put her through some conditioning. She will be your perfect little play thing." He said.

Logan looked at Reaver for a moment before groaning. " Just get her out of my sight." He turned to face her, leaning in and pulling her head up. Her eyes went wide when she saw the dark look in his eyes " Do not come back...or I will kill you." he whispered.

Hey guys!

Well that's it for the first chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. It's getting pretty late and I have work but I'm hoping to update soon and get a few more chapter outs. Please let me know what you guys think!