Disclaimer: I only own Katherine.

The cover image belongs to Karen Hallion aka khallion on Deviantart. Her Iron Woman images are amazing and they all portray Katherine. I saw them on deviantart and was like 'OMG that looks exactly how I imagined my OC. Thus I picked a cover.

We meet Reaver in this one. In Fable 2 his eyes were blue but in Fable 3 his eyes were brown and his hair darker.

Warning: implied sex

I chuckled to myself and smirked. I know I'm beautiful but the man shouldn't act so surprised. I acted uninterested and turned from the sunrise and began my walk back to the open-top carriage that would take me back to the castle. From the short time I had to look at him I saw he was extremely handsome. Luscious short dark hair with sideburns, he wore a black buttoned up shirt leaving only the two top buttons undone, black leather gloves, and his face was youthful. He looked to be in his mid to late twenties. The ship railing prevented me from seeing his bottom half but I'm sure my imagination could to the rest. I was pulled out of my thoughts by a hand on my arm forcing me to turn just a few feet away from Walter and the carriage. Walter watched with concern and a protective look in his eyes.

"Wait, please." a voice said. I looked up into brown eyes, belonging to the man from the ship.

"Yes?...wait, do I know you?" I asked tilting my head and furrowing my brows as I looked him up and down once again. His lower half consisted of red and gold pants tucked into black boots. A holster was strapped to his left thigh but the handle of the gun was facing me, a cutlass at his right hip. He wielded a gun with his right and a sword with his left.

He looked extremely familiar. Fear, hope, and concern shown in his eyes. Then he seemed to remember himself. He removed his hand from my arm as I turned to fully face him. He cleared his throat and fixed his hair. He must of ran to catch up with me. He smirked but I could still see emotions run amuck in his eyes.

"Perhaps you have heard of me, my dear. I am Reaver." he rolled the R of his name when he answered while bowing and taking my hand in his and kissing it. I noticed he glanced at my ring finger, relief in his eyes. He kept my hand in his after he stood straight again and looked at me expectantly. I raised an eyebrow and pulled my hand from his.

"What is your name, my beauty?" he was getting on my nerves with these pet names.

"Katherine. Now if you'll excuse me I have things I need to do." I replied while having a sense of deja vu, as if I had said this all before to the very same man. I turned to head back to the carriage but he once again stopped me.

"Oh come now, just one more question." he requested. I sighed and looked to him crossing my arms. He was silent.

"Well?"

"Where are you from?" I chuckled at the question.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Was my reply.

"Try me, believe me my dear when I say I have heard and seen many bizarre things." he chuckled darkly as if he told a joke only he understood.

"Oakvale." was all I said before I turned and walked to the carriage. Since it was an open top I was able to turn and see his reaction. It was of disbelief, hope, and happiness? Who was this 'Reaver', and what kind of name is that. I smirked and waved my fingers at him as the carriage set off.

"Who was that?" Walter asked.

"Oh just some man named Reaver. Just arrived."

"From where?" Walter was looking back with caution in his eyes. I shrugged.

"I don't know, nor do I care."

"Hmm, Sparrow fought beside a man by that name but there is no way it could be him, he would be an old man by now."

"Oh? You should tell me the story some time." I was interested but the wound was still fresh. Sparrow has only been dead about a month. Walter chuckled.

"Buy me a drink and you'll get more than a story." he joked with a wink as he elbowed me lightly. I laughed.

Reaver was up early for once, he smirked as what's-his-name walked past in a hurry. He had cum too quickly for Reaver and barely left with his life after at least giving oral pleasure. The boy was young and still had a lot to learn, he especially needed to learn to watch his teeth.

Reaver leaned against the railing and watched his crew unload some supplies that would go into a temporary house. He had come to Bowerstone to discuss business and land with the new King. After hearing of the death of Sparrow he decided it was time to leave the pirate life behind him and take on a more business life. Reaver smirked at the thought of conquering the ladies of court, perhaps they will be more of a challenge then the whores of Bloodstone.

Well well, his first target. A young woman in green and silver watched the sunset. The wind blew softly through her soft looking wavy auburn hair. What a lucky girl she will be to be bedded by him. She looked familiar, perhaps he had already bedded her. That or killed he killed someone she knew. His smirk remained on his face while he examined her. She must be from high status judging by her expensive dress. She then looked around her until her eyes connected with his.

No! It couldn't be! Not after all these years. He heard her screams. He watched as the shadows-stop it! He halted those thoughts and ran to catch up with the girl. He grasped her arm and once she turned and he could see her closer, it was confirmed. She even recognized him! It had to be her. But how?!

He then gathered his thoughts. 'No! I am not he, I am Reaver!' he cleared his throat and fixed his hair, not that it needed to be fixed, then introduced himself taking her hand in his he kissed it. His way of checking for a ring.

To his extreme relief there was none. Not-not that he cared, he just didn't want to go through the trouble of shoo-dealing with her spouse. She pulled her hand from his but he wanted to hold it for longer. He asked for her name and he got it. Katherine. But where is she from? After some questioning and a mysterious joke to himself he got his answer. Oakvale. His-their home.

He no longer cared how. He only cared that she was here. But she didn't know him, the man he once was is dead so he'll just have to get her back. She will be Reaver's. After all what Reaver wants, Reaver gets. He thought to himself as he watched her carriage go. He ignored the old man's glares that were thrown his way.

It had been weeks since Logan went to Aurora. He was supposed to be back yesterday. Walter keeps telling me to quit worrying. That they were probably delayed due to no winds. The cook kept kicking me out of the kitchen. When I'm worried, I cook. I've been cooking too much apparently. Hero wasn't complaining. Neither was his new dog Boy.

That man, Reaver, had been visiting the castle nearly everyday. He had originally been here to see Logan but continued to come to the gardens everyday hoping to see me as I go about my duties. He even requested to see me at one point so he could give me a present. I asked him "Why not just bring flowers?" even though I hated flowers, I hated watching something so beautiful die slowly. He replied with "Oh my dear I know you don't like plucked flowers, why would I make you watch something beautiful die slowly?" I have no idea how he knew that about me but it made me smile. I remember how annoying he was the first day, which was the day after Logan left.

I was wearing my warmer maids uniform for once since it was chilly out in the middle of autumn, the only difference between my uniform and the others is that mine is black and white with gold trim showing my high status among servants. All the other maids wear just a black and white uniform. I was running errands around the castle when I heard a ruckus outside the main doors.

"I'm sorry sir but the king is away at the moment and no one is allowed in the castle until further notice but you're welcome to the gardens whi-"

"I know where the blasted gardens are you buffoon! Do you have any idea how close I was to purchasing this place?!" the man gave a frustrated sighed. I remember that voice, I decided to listen in and would step out if I was needed. I wasn't just a maid, I was Logan's personal maid so I saw to all his appointments and needs.

"When will the king return? I am a busy man myself and have better things to do then wait around for some king." he questioned.

"I reckon he'll be back within three weeks sir." the guard answered. I was amazed at his patience with Reaver. Reaver sighed once again before chuckling darkly as if he were planning something.

"I suppose I'll have a look at the gardens, next time I come here you'd better address me correctly as Master Reaver. Understand?" he had a threatening tone.

"Yes si-Master Reaver."

"There's a good lad." then I heard no more, I assume he went to the gardens. I have to go through there to the kitchen later so perhaps I'll see him. I finished filling out paperwork for Logan so all he had to do when he returned was sign them. It's almost time for Hero's lunch. I have to cook for that little mutt as well. Jasper delivers Hero's meals but he has no idea how to cook.

As an apology to Hero for not telling him about Logan's departure Jasper, Walter, and I gave him a border collie puppy which he had named Boy. The only thing I disliked about dogs is their smell.

When I got to the kitchen everyone was crowded around someone.

"I knew in order to get away with the jewel I'd have to defeat the troll, so with the right maneuvers I shot all the weak spots on the troll and had him defeated within three minutes." Reaver's voice bragged. I rolled my eyes as I noticed the majority of the servants were female looking at him as if he were a god. I cleared my throat and the servants took one look before scattering back to there jobs. I had the power to take there jobs away from them or lower there pay.

"Get me some tomatoes, spices, prepare some meatballs, and some type of pasta Samuel, I'll be making Hero something different today." I requested.

"Yes miss." Samuel got to work right away preparing the ingredients. I crossed my arms and tilted my hip as if I were an angry mother waiting for an explanation. Reaver looked at me innocently.

"What a nice surprise! I had no idea you worked as a maid, here I was thinking you were the daughter of a duke or baron. What a lucky royal family to have a goddess such as you for a maid. You know as soon as I purchase land from the king and get my mansion built I shall need some workers, why don't you come work for me then? Hmm? I shall pay you twice as much as what they give you." Reaver offered after standing and walking over to caress my jaw. I raised a brow unamused as his finger rested underneath my chin.

"They don't pay me."

"Well then! All the better to work for me, you could start right now if you'd like." he smirked at me, resting his hand on his hip. I then noticed his outfit. White pants tucked into black boots. Golden buttons with R's on them, the cuff-links on his black buttoned up shirt had R's on them as well. He wore black gloves and a brown waistcoat with more golden buttons. His cutlass was gone but he still had a gun holstered to his thigh.

"Admiring the view my sweet? I know I am nice to look at." he winked at me, I then noticed a beauty mark on his left cheek. I smirked.

"Oh you are indeed handsome Master Reaver but not my type, as for your offer no thank you. The royal family took me in when I was badly injured with extreme loss of memory. They treat me as family for I have none and I will always be grateful for there kindness and continue to serve them." I uncrossed my arms and went to wash my hands to prepare food but Reaver stopped me.

"Not your t-oh hmhm my dear I'm everyone's type! Please Katherine you may call me Reaver. Now walk with me for I'm sure your cook here can manage on his own." Reaver said while putting an arm around my waist forcing me to walk while Samuel began to cook for me, too afraid to stop the man with a gun.

I sighed and moved Reaver's arm from around my waist to instead join in mine so we walked arm in arm. At least he was out of the castle.

"Now love, what's this about loss of memory and being badly injured?" he urged me on. The nobles around us curtsying or nodding their heads politely to Reaver believing he was one of them seeing as he walked with the confidence and wore expensive clothes.

"Well it's sort of a long story." I replied.

"I have the time, well actually I have a few appointments but I shall gladly shirk them all for you my dove." he smiled down to me. I smiled lightly, the flirting just doesn't stop with him.

"Five years ago, Sparrow was the only one in the room and this is how he told me it, as well as Logan and Hero when they asked him how I came to be in the castle. Sparrow was hoping for a relaxing night after a long day so he was sitting reading the book of heroes in front of a warm roaring fire. When a flash of light burst through the room. He could see the map table in the corner of his eye, I had come out of this white portal vortex thing, much different than traveling by cullis gate or so I hear." I looked to see if he was still listening. His eyes showed he was extremely interested. He hurriedly gestured for me to continue.

"I had fallen onto the edge of his map table and it flipped me from my back onto my stomach. He rushed over and saw the I had cuts, bites, burns, bruises, wounds of every kind all over my body but I was unconscious. He immediately had a doctor take care of me while I unconscious for...I believe it was two months...I'm not sure I can remember, but after that, all I could remember was my name and where I was from. The doctor informed me that what had happened was so traumatic and frightening that I'm blocking it from my memory. Ever since that day I've been living in the castle happily. I just see to the needs of King Logan and Prince Hero as well as manage the staff with the royal butler Jasper. That's been my life for the past five years. It's been hard these past few weeks without Sparrow." I finished while looking to the catacombs in the middle of the gardens from our spot. We had stopped to sit at the bench at the base of one of the statues.

"My, what a tale. But you do know of Oakvale do you not?" he asked. Pity, sorrow, and regret was in his eyes. I nodded and looked away.

"It is Wraithmarsh now. A bog filled with wraiths, banshees, balverines, dark spirits, and the shadow court. That is what Logan, pardon, King Logan has told me, but I can't help but want to go there and see it for myself. See what has become of my home, and hopefully regain some if not all of my memories." I replied. He took my hand in his and grasped my chin, making me look him in the eyes.

"Trust me Katherine, you do not want to go to that place." he spoke with a serious and warning tone.

"Besides I know of places much better and less depressing than Wraithmarsh and they'll be even better with me at your side." he flirted with a smirk. He then stole a kiss!

"Reaver! I-"

"Oh shush my dear, I see the way you look at me, I know you want me." he interrupted smirking. He leaned in again but I pulled away and stood angrily.

"Master Reaver, your cockiness is rude, annoying, and a big turn off. Now I trust you'll be able to find your way off the castle grounds for I will not show you. Now please take the hint and back off. Be thankful I trusted you enough to tell you my story. Good day, you pompous ass!" I chewed him out then walked away with my head held high ignoring his surprised look. I heard him begin to laugh behind me. I returned to the kitchens and finished making Hero's lunch. At least Reaver distracted me from worrying over Logan for a while.

"Katherine! Miss Katherine!" a voice pulled me from my memories while I stacked logs inside the war room for when the fire needed to be started that night since the sun would set in a few hours. Jasper came rushing in holding a letter.

"A letter from Aurora came for you, it holds Logan's seal!" Jasper said out of breath as he handed it to me. I gasped and quickly rushed to the desk in the room, I grabbed the letter opener and practically ripped the envelope open. Jasper rung his hands together in worry but kept his distance.

My dear Katherine,

I write to you to inform you that my men and I were attacked. I am the only survivor. Aurora is not safe so I will be returning as soon as I can. The people here have helped me heal from the attack. I can not wait until I can return to Albion safe and in the light. I should be home within at most three days after you get this letter. I hope you shall be there waiting for me. Say hello to Hero, Jasper, and Walter. Inform them of my status and that I will return.

Forever yours, King Logan of Albion.

I read it silently then looked into Jasper's eyes with relief.

"He's alright but injured and healing. He said to inform you that he should be back within three days. Jasper I want you to have the castle thoroughly cleaned, buy fresh ingredients from the marketplace and prepare for his return. His men will not be with him for he is the only survivor of an attack. Alright? Inform Walter and Hero of his status as well." I ordered gently. Jasper nodded and rushed back out. I went to the gardens with the letter and went to the gazebo where Logan and I would often read together. Snow was already covering the ground and the plants since winter has just begun. I shivered and held the letter close in relief that he was alright.

"Shouldn't you be dressed warmer my Katherine?" Reaver's voice questioned. I jumped slightly and turned to see him in the entrance of the gazebo. My warm maids uniform consisted of black leggings, white ankle boots with one-inch heel, the maids uniform lengthened to end at the knees instead of upper thighs, the short black sleeves turned into long ones, I had removed the black gloves early to open the letter.

"I was in a rush and wasn't thinking to grab my coat." I informed him. He was wearing an expensive looking white coat, the top lined with black fur. The front ended at his hips but the back continued down to the back of his knees. What wasn't fur was simply black trim. Golden cuff links with R's on them were at the end of the sleeves. I shivered once again and began rubbing my arms.

"I'll go inside to warm up." I said before curtsying to him.

"Oh nonsense, here." he stopped me and removed his coat putting it around me and rubbing my arms. It smelt of gunpowder, wine, and a musky cologne most likely expensive. "Better my dear?" he asked. I nodded.

"Is this balverine fur?"

"Of course! Slain it myself with one shot between the eyes." he bragged proudly.

"That's horrible! I know they're ferocious creatures but they shouldn't be hunted for game. I've heard that some could actually be tamed or even reasoned with for they still have a human side."

"Oh my dear do forgive me but it was only one balverine. One less balverine to eat the children of Millfields." he apologized but I felt that it wasn't a true apology.

"Now what has my girl been up to hmm?" he asked tilting his head and pulling me close.

"I'm not your girl Reaver." I dead panned, but I still felt butterflies in my stomach.

"Not yet." he bopped a finger on my nose. I couldn't help but giggle and shake my head making him smiled softly and chuckle.

"Well, King Logan is returning in about three days but I think you should wait a week to see him. He and his men were attacked in Aurora, he was the only survivor unfortunately. He'll need his rest so please wait to deal with him." I requested.

"Of course my dear, anything you ask of me I shall give." he pulled away before he bowed lowly to me. I chuckled and shook my head as he lifted his head and looked at me with an adorable smile and a wink. He stood up straight.

"There's a gift for you in the left breast pocket." he informed me pointing to the coat.

"I told you I don't want-"

"Oh hush and accept it, I had it made especially for you my love." I frowned at his input but reached into the pocket nonetheless. My fingers felt ribbed glass I pulled out a glass emerald rose without the stem. I gasped at the beauty. The glass seemed to have some sort of glitter within it.

"An immortal flower just for you, it even matches your eyes. It was either that or a glass dildo." he spoke. I gasped at the audacity.

"Reaver!" I couldn't keep the smile of my face though as I laughed a bit. I actually wouldn't have minded a glass dildo. I missed Logan's company.

"I ask but one thing in return." he caressed my cheek with the back of his fingers.

"And what is that?"

"A kiss, just one." he smiled, not smirked, smiled. I looked back down at the beautiful flower. One kiss wouldn't hurt, right?

"Alright." as soon as I answered his arm closed around my waist and he pulled me into a deep kiss. His other hand caressed my cheek. He kissed me as if he hadn't seen me in years, as if I would disappear at the slightest of touch, as if he loved me. Remember when I said a piece of me was missing? It felt like Reaver was that piece.

"Katherine?!" I pulled away from Reaver surprised but he held on. Behind him was Logan! He had returned early! And he looked furious.