This story will vaguely follow the storyline of fable 3, so SPOILERS, incase you hadnt guessed. I wont be doing the speech exactly and may be a bit off on the facts. So a million apologies. Sorry if its bad, im trying to improve! Hope you enjoy anyway!

'How much farther?' The princess moaned, desperately trying to flick away the dirt that had fallen into her long blond hair.
'Not much.' Walter replied patiently. He was used to the princess' demands and in a way he'd grown to love them, as he had grown to love her. Despite her almost bratty ways he had always known her to be a good person.
'Im filthy Walter! What is this place that we are going to!? I do hope it's not just a hole in the ground!' The princess wailed as she dramatically flicked her fair hair behind her shoulder.
Walter chuckled deeply but other than that didnt reply. The pair continued walking through the forest for a short while until they came upon a dilapidated fortress.
'Is this it!?' The princess exclaimed dissapointedly. Walter smiled slightly and continued walking a short way before he was halted by a voice.
'Stop! Be you men or be you hollow men?' The voice shouted nervously from somewhere above the duos' heads.
'Are you blind boy?' Walter yelled back. Suddenly the gates of the fortress opened with a loud creaking sound, and the pair entered.
'Walter!' A man with a large and rather fancy moustache exclaimed. The princess looked at the man with distaste.
'Swift!' Walter replied merrily. They shook hands, large smiles plastered on each of their faces.
'Is this who i think it is?' Swift asked exitedly as he looked to the princess. She gave him a polite smile and stepped forward to shake his hand.
'Indeed! This is princess Rylie!' Walter announced proudly, puffing his chest out as he did so.
'Pleasure to make your aquaintance.' Came a voice from behind the small group. A tall, muscular man with scruffy blond hair approached them. He looked directly at the princess, and when she turned around he took her hand, knelt down, and kissed it lightly.
'Down boy...' Walter warned, glaring at the man protectively. The man stood and shook the golden hair from out of his eyes. He looked up at walter and smiled lopsidedly 'Wally! So good to see you again! You've grown old!'
Walter rolled his eyes at the man. 'Why thank you Ben. But i should warn you, stay away from the Princess. She's not another skirt that you can chase without consequence.' Walter said sternly.
'Oh there have been consequences!' Ben laughed to himself. 'Dont worry Wally! Im sure that i can restrain myself!'
'I hope for your sake that you can boy.' Walter threatened. Ben didnt seem fazed, he just flashed him a smile and turned to leave.
'Ben!' Swift called after him. Ben stopped in his tracks and turned to face the kind hearted general. 'Yes Swiftie?' He asked innocently.
'Would you please show the Princess how to use the mortar?' Major Swift asked. Ben nodded and the princess shot Walter an unsure look. Walter did little to help the situation other than pat her on the back and whisper 'Good luck.'
Princess Rylie followed Ben, feeling butterflies in her stomach. She was worried about using the mortar, after roading about how dangerous they were.
'Meet Private Jammy. Luckiest sodd in the Swift brigade!' Ben said with a smile. Rylie looked at Jammy, who she noticed was covered in rather grotesque looking bandages.
'Pleasure to meet you.' She said nervously, extending a hand. Jammy just laughed and looked down at his bandaged hand, and Rylie retracted her own.
Ben spent the next few minutes explaining to Rylie how to use the mortar, when she thought she had it she took her position and gave the dashing man a questioning look.
Ben shook his head and moved behind her. He placed his hands on her waist and moved her hands. Rylie felt herself blush at the close contact, she couldnt deny that Captain Ben Finn was quite an attracive man.
Ben chuckled in her ear 'You're lucky! No woman has felt my touch in the last six months!' Rylie felt herself begin to blush again before she composed herself.
She shook the hair from out of her face and turned to look into his ocean coloured blue eyes. She breathed heavily so that he could just feel the breeze and felt him take a sharp breath. She smiled to herself.
'Then the men here must feel very lucky to have felt your touch.' She said sarcastically. Ben narrowed his eyes at her, surprised, but didnt move away.
'Why yes, i suppose that you could say that.' He said as he leant in so that their mouths were near touching. They glared at each other menacingly for a moment before Ben quickly retracted.
Rylie had to admit that she was surprised at how he had been unfazed by her. She usually found it so easy to intimidate men, perhaps she would have to try harder with this one.
'Uh, guys...' Jammy trailed off awkwardly, unsure of exactly what had just happened. 'Load the mortar!' Ben demanded. 'And fire!'
The princess took aim, looked away, and shot. 'Did i hit it?' She asked nervously. She never had been confident during combat.
'Boy did you!' Ben exclaimed, shocked. Rylie turned to look over the forts wall and saw that she had hit her target dead on. She smiled proudly.
'Lets see if you can do that again.' Ben challenged. She did the same as before, and when she turned to look she found the same results. Dead on target.
Rylie took a step back from the mortar, placing her hands on her hips, and beamed at the two men proudly. When she looked at their faces she frowned. Not only were they not looking at her with admiration as she had hoped, but they were gawping at her now prominant breasts.
She dashed forward and hit the two men lightly on their heads. 'What was that for?' Ben moaned as he rubbed his head. 'Staring at me like i'm a piece of meat! I'll have you know i'm a princess!' She stated angrily.
She crossed her arms in an attempt to hide her rather large breasts. Jammy was still staring at them as he said 'Lets get something to eat.'
Rylie looked over the wall and replied 'But theres one more!' At this Jammy snapped out of his trance and followed the princess' gaze.
'I didnt set that one up...' He trailed off. Suddenly the scarecrow came to life, ripping away from the stick and growling menacingly.
'Battle stations!' Ben yelled.