Wednesday in September. Nothing interesting EVER happens on Wednesdays, ESPECIALLY Wednesdays in September. Even Hero Queens never have anything to do on mid-week evenings in early autumn. Not a single bandit attack, court assignment, or even a lowly fetch quest was available for Queen Lily Kingsley. Ever since the Crawler's thwarted invasion, nothing of importance had happened to Albion's reigning monarch.

"TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF ME! I SWEAR I WILL ERASE YOU FROM CANON!" Oh AVO, no... She knew that voice. It was her Authoress...

Renee Annelise Niels. What was that bitch who was CLEARLY ripping off Q by being nigh-omnipotent doing here...?

"Your Majesty! I have a proposition for you!" the fanfic Authoress announced as she burst into the throne room, trailed by every canon character in the Fable III plotline, even the ones already dead... Even the old Hero Queen Sparrow and Sir Walter Beck. ESPECIALLY them! "What do you want, Renee...?" Lily groaned, massaging her temples. Her crown was suddenly extremely heavy...

It was actually a long time since Miss Niels had pestered anyone in the realm of Fanfiction (she was actually working on an original series of short stories,) and even if this was the first time she'd ever visited the Fable 'verse, her reputation still preceded her among her many, MANY OCs. She still had the short, mousy brown hair, she was still skin and bones, and still wore sweatshirts, jeans and sneakers, but on top of that she now had a grey peacoat that always hung open and rimless glasses since she'd long neglected the health of her eyes, more grey than green, and had become short-sighted.

... If she thought she looked mature like that now that she'd turned eighteen, then she was really deluding herself. And the braces really didn't help her stop looking like a minor.

As the Narrator struggled to keep up with her narration, she began to rummage around in her purse, pulling out a notebook. She cleared her throat and spoke again. "Your Heroic Majesty, I propose a new ginormous, multi-chapter songfic featuring yourself and the main and side characters of Fable III... And Aster, your royal brother," she proposed. Lily went pale. Aster. Her timid twin brother, the youth who was so often sick in his childhood, the boy who's thirst for knowledge grew into lust for power and destroyed him, rotting him to the core and making him the ideal vessel for the Crawler after Sir Walter's unfortunate death... And the Authoress had just brought the monster that her brother and best friend had become back into her kingdom! That did it!

The blonde woman stood and was about to hurl a Fireball in her direction, but something made her stop. Right between Renee and the recently revived Sir Walter Beck (more meddling from her) was Aster himself, not the way she had last seen him, but the way she always fondly remembered him: black hair inherited from their father and their mother's blue eyes. "Hello, Lil. You look well..." he said a little awkwardly. It wasn't every day one returned home to the royal court after having an eldritch abomination expelled from one's body, but there he was. Lily gathered up her skirts, ran at him, and all but tackled her brother.

"You stupid, stupid fool! I told you that you were going off the deep end!" the Queen berated him, losing her composure as she broke down sobbing. One awkward reunion between the siblings and Sparrow, Walter and Logan, Theresa spoke up. "You obviously intended to use this as leverage to have the Heroine go along with your little scheme, didn't you?" she asked. If one had looked closely, one would see that she had just the tiniest smirk, the sort of facial expression that Reaver always used to get under Lily and Sparrow's skins. "Yes~" Renee replied with the same devious expression. "And that scheme of yours is...?"

"Performing Broadway showtunes, songs from animated and live-action films, and operatic arias~!"

"Oh, I can see this going just swimmingly~!" said Hero of Skill added flippantly, flicking a little speck of dirt that had somehow found it's way onto his coat's sleeve.

Author's Note: I'd like to apologize in advance if Lily, Aster or Sparrow seem at all Mary Sue/Gary Stu-ish in any way. But anyway, requests are always welcome. ^v^