Author: Firstly, again, a HUGE thankful to all the reviews I have gotten so far :) You're all too kind and I'm glad that you're all enjoying my story. Also, thanks for some of the helps tips and pointers regarding characters and such. Now, on with the show!

Disclaimer: Fable 2 and/or 3 be not mine. It be LionHead's.

From Hero to Queen

Chapter 7

Sparrow could hear that the town was buzzing with life, even during this late hour of the night. It was the norm though, for this type of town. This was when it was at its busiest. Sailors and lowlifes were drinking themselves half to death, probably sharing crude jokes and stories that would cause any normal person to blush upon hearing it all. Prostitutes littered the streets, crowding around entrances to brothels to further entice others to enter and enjoy themselves; not that the men needed much encouragement. Straining her hearing, Sparrow could even make out the sounds of a fight or two, surprisingly hearing the angry shrieking of women. Sounded like some prostitutes were fighting over territory it seemed.

But the fourth Hero wasn't listening out for those sorts of sounds, oh no. She was listening for the creak of floorboards, the squeak of hinges on doors and the sound of breathing from another other than her own or that of her child's. Her hand was hiding under the pillow, her grip on her Red Dragon tightening at the slightest noise she heard. Some might have called her paranoid, but considering the man sleeping down the hallway, it was justified. She would have been a fool not to sleep with a gun.

Sleep was the last thing on her mind though. Her mind was racing with thoughts and fears and her senses were heightened due to this. All due to the fact that the deviant pirate was so close, asleep a mere few meters away. But then again, how did she know he was truly asleep? Maybe he was as wide awake as she, waiting until he felt enough time had gone by to figure them asleep. Maybe then he'd try to kill them, he was low enough for that after all. Or maybe he'd try and sneak into her room and try to force some sick pleasure from her before putting a bullet in her head. He'd made it perfectly obvious by now that he found her desirable. Maybe, he was evil and selfish enough to...

Sparrow felt her stomach curdle at the thought and her grip on her gun tightened even more, threatening to go off if she wasn't careful! She tried to calm herself, convince herself that it wouldn't happen, not again, but still the fear ate at her. The fear that her body would be violated again and that this time she'd be awake to experience it in full. Reaver may have gloated that he had never had to resort to rape to get sex, but who was to say he wouldn't resort to that if he wanted someone who was as unwilling as her? Sparrow's fear continued to keep her awake and on edge.

Logan's sudden whimpers startled her and the hero even sat up and drew the gun at his direction. She quickly put the gun down when realising that all the noise was, was her son crying. She really needed to get a grip of herself... she had aimed a gun at her child's cot for goodness sake!

"Shush shush Logan. What you crying about?" she whispered as she got off the bed and approached the cot.

The baby boy continued to cry, trying to tell his mother he wanted something the only way a baby knew how. Considering the hour and the time since his last feeding Sparrow guessed that he was hungry. The fourth hero sat on the bed and shifted her night clothes to enable her to feed Logan. He swiftly quieted down and began to suckle, causing his mother to smile contently. She then let out a heavy sigh.

"Just a few days... just have to put up with this for a few days then you, Walter and I are off to a brand new home," she told him softly.

"I'll buy you all the finest things a baby could want, with plenty of toys to play with. Would you like that?" she cooed. Logan didn't really respond, far too interested in drinking his mother's milk and not knowing what she was saying anyway.

Sparrow continued to smile down at her beloved child, enjoying the bonding she felt whenever she breast fed her child.

A creak sounded throughout the manor, startling Sparrow and causing her to unintentionally jerk Logan. This of course upset the baby, he crying at the sudden movement and the discomfort it caused. Sparrow felt a bolt of guilt at scaring her baby and began to rock him gently, shushing and cooing him.

"I'm sorry Logan shhhh... its ok shhh..."

The rocking didn't seem to be doing much, he continuing to cry in his mother's arms. Sparrow frowned sadly, not liking her inability to calm her child. However she was far from giving up. The fourth hero sat up from her bed, and began slowly pacing the room, continuing to rock Logan gently in her arms. She began to hum a tune, a tune that was both beautiful and haunting to her, personally; the magical tune of the music box. Her humming and gentle singing seemed to be doing the job, Logan quieting down and settling in her arms. Logan's eyes began to droop as she continued, her soft voice luring him to sleep. It wasn't long before the baby was asleep and Sparrow carefully placed him back in his cot.

Sparrow continued to hum a little to herself, despite there being no audience now to hear her voice; as if trying to lure herself at ease. It did some help, she more content and relaxed, but still was eager for the sun to rise and for the day to hurry and arrive. Once she saw the sun, it would mean only two more days. Two more days of this manor and the man who was asleep down the hall. Or rather, the man that was supposed to be asleep.


Reaver was rather fond of his manor, for a few reasons. One, it was grand and impressive and he enjoyed the awe on people's faces whenever they witnessed its material beauty, being the vain man that he was. Secondly, when he had had it rebuilt after the fire, he had built several hidden treasures and secrets that only he was aware of, much like his secret passageway in his study. Like hidden rooms and secret spy holes. He knew where every single one was and had put a few to good use since moving back in. He'd spied on her bathing already, as well as undressing and dressing for bed. There was no way he was missing those opportunities, seeing as how she was making it so hard to see her nude form in more pleasurable situations. She was already proving to be most inconsiderate of his needs. But from all that he'd seen already, he hadn't been prepared when he found himself watching her breast feed her noisy brat.

The pirate grimaced at the sight; it wasn't anywhere near as exciting and appealing to see has he had thought it would be earlier that day. He went to step away from the wall and cover up the spy hole, however for some reason he stayed exactly where he was, body pressed up against the wall and eye still looking through the hole. Something inside of him wouldn't allow him to pull away, it wanting to witness such a personal and emotional experience between mother and child. Reaver gave in to his curiosity and continued to watch, while at the same time trying to deal with his increasing confusion and dread. Confusion over just why he wanted to see, and dread over the fact that deep down, so deep that it was near impossible to find, he knew why he was watching. Memories began to surface again, as well as the remembrance of emotions he had long ridden himself of.

Reaver tensed instantly and shook his head sharply, silently growling to himself. No, no, no! He would not allow those memories to haunt him again! He would not indulge in the memories of what he once had and then destroy himself over the fact that it was his own fault that they were nothing but memories now. His former self would have done that and torture himself over it and that's why he'd gotten rid of him. He was strong now, powerful, dangerous and above all, untouchable by worthless emotions and personal sufferings. He was Reaver!

He took a few steps back, but in his hasten state to get away from the emotional scene, he hadn't watched his footing. A few strong steps had caused the floorboards to creak under his weight and the pirate froze in place at the noise, though hand instinctively reaching for his pistol. He was no fool, he knew Sparrow would be alert to any foreign noise and would have heard that; she didn't trust him after all. Reaver was well prepared for the fight that was sure to start due to his uncharacteristic sloppiness, but it never came. Instead the sound of an infant crying could be heard from Sparrow's room.

It became clear after a moment or two that noise or no noise, Sparrow's main concern was her child and silencing his crying, not going to find and possibly injury the source of the creaking. Reaver couldn't help but give a silently sigh of relief, having not wanted to engage in violence. Despite Reaver's delight in violence and showing off his superior skill and power, he wasn't in the mood for it tonight. He wanted to recover from their earlier violent encounter before engaging in another one.

He assured himself that Sparrow was distracted enough for him to move again and walk away, however just as he was about to leave and finally give Sparrow the privacy she thought she already had, he heard her begin humming. Again he stayed where he was, this time his ears straining to listen to the sound of Sparrow's voice and listen to the tune she was humming ever so gently and softly. He couldn't deny that the tune she was humming was rather charming, or that her voice was pleasing to the ears. He also realised that the tune sounded familiar, though he couldn't figure out why.

Before long the humming drifted to a halt and Reaver found himself creeping back to his spy hole to see why it had ended. From what he could see the Fourth Hero was back in bed, either drifting off or fully asleep. With Sparrow now asleep, the darker side of his mind began to fill with evil thoughts. He could do anything right now and she would be unaware of it all until it was too late. He could even go creeping into her room and do as he pleased, to her or the infant.

Or he could leave them alone and go to bed, whichever he fancied. It took a while for Reaver to decide just what he wanted to do...

Surprisingly, Sparrow wasn't disturbed at all that night.


Apologies for the short chapter, am hoping to be able to make the next one longer. Hope you've enjoyed regardless and again, see any mistakes, please tell me so I can correct them! Thank you!