After a lifetime of never leaving the castle, the Princess thought questing was amazing. Half the time she didn't give a damn about who or what was being asked, it just felt so good to have purpose and freedom. At first she had been reluctant to lead a revolution against Logan, who was still her beloved older brother no matter what he had done. He had always tried to do the right thing and she firmly believed that Logan was still trying to do the right thing, though his constant desire to protect her from the world meant he wouldn't tell her the why of anything: why he had gone to Aurora, why he had come back so sad and grim, and why he was systematically turning the Kingdom against him. The Elliot thing...she'd have serious words with Logan about that after she'd deposed him. The Princess didn't want to rule, but the more she saw of the kingdom and her people the more she understood that Albion could never fully prosper under her brother, as it couldn't under her mother. She was the one who could bring out the Kingdom's full potential, and if the world intended her to rule, then she would damn well do it properly.

The Princess strolled through Millfields towards the large and familiar pink mansion. She smiled to herself recalling the night a fortnight ago at Reaver's party. She hoped he had been sufficiently entertained. Her smile turned into a grin at the thought of her purpose here. She had been hailed by an absolute loon as she passed through Bowerstone Market and offered a quest – to retrieve a pair of Reaver's underwear, and not too fresh either. The Princess didn't know whether to laugh at the obsessive woman or pity her, but she had accepted the quest as it gave her a reason, however questionable, to return to Reaver's mansion. She had been startled when the woman had called it "Reaver's old mansion, where he used to live" and was very curious as to where he was living now and why he had moved.

She walked through the unmanned gate and paused by the statue of Reaver. She reached up and touched the white marble Dragonstomper for luck.

She walked slowly up the wide stairs, pushed the curiously unlocked doors carefully open, and entered Reaver's Manor.

The wide entrance hall was exactly the same as she had last seen it, down to the mess of streamers on the piano and the empty glasses and bottles strewn around. He had clearly left straight after the party, not even bothering to clean up, which seemed odd to her as she had always had the impression that Reaver would be meticulous in every aspect of his life.

The Princess walked slowly into the room on the left. It had a low smouldering fire in the hearth, and was otherwise dim and empty but for chairs and portraits and a strange mechanical-birdlike sculpture. The room on the right had a long low table and the spoiling remains of fruit and pies. She stopped at the sight of one of Logan's posters stuck to the wall, and felt suddenly sad for her big brother, and what she was about to do to him. Her resolve to do it however, never wavered. She smoothed the tattered poster flat, then left the room and headed upstairs. Upon entering the dining room she gazed for a while at the far door, smiling once more at the memories of dancing with the hollow men and basking in Reaver's subtle-yet-obvious approval of her. She unconsciously ran the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip as she remembered the sand furies. She had appreciated the challenge. Shaking her head to clear it she tried first the closed door on the left, but it was locked and wouldn't budge. She frowned at it, annoyed and curious, but turned resolutely to the open door on the right. Up the stairs there was yet another un-openable door, and the Princess stopped and frowned again. It was almost as if the doors were set to lead her in a particular direction. Uneasy, she followed the hallway to a large, sparse bedroom. She gave a cursory rifle through the cupboards, looking for a switch, button or lever. She finally found what she was looking for in the far corner of the room: a panel depressed, and slid away revealing another hallway lined with portraits leading to a second, more lived-in looking bedroom complete with chains and cages. Again she gave only a cursory look in each cupboard having spotted the required item at once, neatly laid out on the bedside table. She pocketed the potion and the gold that she found, picked up the underwear, and left, leaving the door open behind her for the rabbit and the chickens to escape.

Her foray into Reaver's apparently former home, far from answering questions had given rise to more. Why had Reaver abandoned his house, where was he now, and had he known she would come back and what she'd be looking for? It was just all too...neat. She reached down, chuckling to herself, and touched the small square of paper in her pocket. It had been left neatly on top of the underwear, and had on it written in a bold hand a single word: enjoy.