Another stupid story.
Though I do not own fable, and unfortunately never will, I do however praise the fantastic minds who created fan fiction, which will allow many to continue the story on in badly written re-writes and sappy love affairs, or you know, the really good ones. All writes reserved to Lion head and blabla bla, characters I do not own and stuff. Now, I appreciate any feed back, because despite being a gramma Nazi, I do tend to write and re-read too fast causing some mistakes to slip my sight, so feel free to comment on anything I might be able to improve on. ~ THANKS FOR ACTUALLY READING THIS, YOU GUYS ARE THE BOMB(s)! :D
(Set after the crawler attack, when the fable universe was completed, and just before Reaver fled back to the shadow court with his sacrifice, a trial is in hand, and the queen is a neutral ruler with a rather short patience - the only one who can keep it in check is Laz, a rather small man who is Walters replacement in the court)
The queen sat slouched on her throne, sharp nails caressing it's dark ebony wood, a sign of her impatience. She would tap a tune that was meant to sooth her otherwise hot-head, but seemed to rise the temperature and leave an ugly scar in the otherwise flawless armrest. Nostrils flared as she waited listlessly for the second speaker to arrive. When he would come to propose his intention towards the artillery and corps to her court she was unaware, she could only wait and watch as his adversary pampered his manicured nails, and puffed out his overly feathered chest. This malicious businessman, this vain, overly arrogant and selfish human(if you could even call him that) was stinking up her courtroom with his unchaste and pompous aura. God, how much could she possible stand? Sighing deeply, she turned to Laz, her informer and court director, conversing with him about their late acquaintance.
"Where the HELL is he? Was this session even worth my time? Honestly, If I didn't need the publics opinion on EVERYTHING I'd have more time to do more queenly stuff, like, oh...I don't know...RAISE MONEY FOR THE CROWN?" She said, annoyance seeping through her words.
"Well, I'm sure he'll be here soon your majesty, maybe there was crisis that devised his attention, or maybe-" The queen cut him off with the blade of her tongue. A clean, quick cut.
"If he hasn't suffered a fatal loss or injury I might bloody well implement one myself!" Laz swallowed down his nerves, a lump of anxious shards cutting through his bravery as he tried to think of something that could sooth the queens bubbling anger. And, what more could he expect than for Reaver to redirect her anger as he slyly budded in.
"Your majesty, if I'd be so bold to say, a disappointment such as this does not require your justly attendance. You are a wise and super benevolent ruler, and a insignificant matter such as this is just a waste of your time! As well as mine."..."You might as well grant this little problem a push to the side, and allow yourself the victory of my finest opinion..." He smirked at her relentlessly, almost teasingly, as he knew that the odds were ever in his favour(as usual). If his opponent didn't show up soon, the court(and queen) would have no choice but to come to the only conclusion available: Reavers conclusion. And what a Grim one it was indeed.
The queen glared at Reaver, jotting down every little honeyed word he slipped into his perfectly portrayed and deviously denounced speech, regarding it all as bullshit. Laz saw her ever shifting attention and spoke to her, pleading her to be patient, for his opinion went with that of their fortunately late mans side. Again the queen sighed heavily and awaited the arrival of this obviously rude MAN, and she could only wait so long. An hour tops.
As silent minutes passed, time took it's tale as the crowed became evermore removed from the daily convictions that were meant to have taken place more than 2 hours ago, and the daunting echo of the anger filled rhythms that plagued the queens finger tips seemed to make the atmosphere evermore hollow. And just as all thought towards an optimistic side dimmed down to a dark, cold coal filled fireplace, a spark seemed to surface in everyone's eyes as they darted towards the large opening at the end of the hall. At first it was but a muffled scuffling on the other side, then the ancient doors soon opened, squealing as the weight was forced to work with the out-dated hinges it hardly clung to. The doors purred open slightly, and as everyone pride their eyes in the same direction, a young woman steeped forth with equal astonishment and curiosity, but with more caution and shyness.
Expecting a drunken fool to walk through the doors wearing a yokel hat and covered in party strings, the queen was filled with doubt as a young, dark haired and bright eyed woman came cautiously into the room. She was wearing a long coat that covered her torso, arms, neck and a loose hem that swayed against her black worn pants. It fell down to her middle thighs, and was a rich shade of dark blue. Long bandages covered her arms and went over her sleaves in an almost glove like fashion, dark boots went to her knees, and black hair cascaded down her back, with a slight fringe falling to the side of her face. Porcelain skin that illuminated her long dark lashes and outlined the light aqua of her eyes. Her clothes were not that of a wealthy person, but middle class, yet somehow a rich glow emitted from her very being. Above everything else, she was quite beautiful. Eyeing everyone that waited the nervous girl took slow steps towards the queen, her speech mirroring her stride.
"I'm sorry for the delay...B-but...well, Victor was not able enough to come-he was in an accident see, so they sent me. Hello" She waved at the queen with a half-life smile, standing a few feet away. The audience whispered to each other, taking in everything this girl looked, said and WAS.
Hope you liked the first chapter! I hope I liked the first chapter...well, any character advice, how you think I did as to the well known character behaviours and such, please leave a comment with feedback...well, you don't have to. But yeah, Thanks for reading! Hopefully I'll be able to update soon, so long as life doesn't get in the way. My first fanfic, but don't hold back the criticism, or I'll never write anything decent...but I guess if you were looking for decent, you wouldn't be reading a fan made fiction. Well, that's if I even get comments.