After a little bit of time, he lead me to a drawing room, just like the one in the castle, and he sat down in a leather chair by the fire before beckoning me to sit too, and I did. When we sat he looked at me with a concerned look before crossing his legs over and smirking at me.

"My dear Queen." He began as he clasped his hands together wickedly, looking at me as if he knew something about me that I didn't.

"I wanted to finally tell you who I am." He motioned as he continued to smirk at me, tilting his head and keeping that slyness about him.

"The fact is my Queen is that, I am very old as we all know. Yet how old exactly? Well, about 250 years by now I'd say!" He said chirpily and happily as if it meant nothing to him that he was that old, and I scoffed and leaned forwards.

"You? Over 200 years old? Reaver don't play with me here, I thought you were going to tell me the truth." I said as I stood from the leather seat and went over to a small table with an assortment of alcohol on it and I poured myself a drink, already a little tipsy from earlier on in the evening when he was gone.

"My Queen, would I lie to you?" He asked me as he leant forwards in his seat towards me even more, he smirk becoming much more devilish at the minutes ticked by. I scoffed again, almost dropping the glass I was holding and I turned to him.

"Of course you would. You're the biggest liar in Albion." I said dryly, walking back over to the man and sitting back down onto one of the leather seats, crossing my legs also and holding my glass loosely in my left hand.

"Well it is truth my dearest Queen. I am honestly that old and I haven't aged a day since I was...well never you mind what age I was." He said with a big smile as I rolled my eyes at him.

"Oh come now don't be so dismissive your Majesty! We're living together now, you must be able to believe me!" He said as he unclasped his hands and stood from the chair, walking over to mine slowly as he put his hands on the back of my seat.

"Why should I believe you?" I asked as the memories of all the bad things that he'd done came back to me. "All you are is just another rich man with a big past! It's like that night that I was attacked whilst coming to your mansion, and you claimed to come save me even though you walk no where!" I said loudly, pursing my lips as the alcohol began to make me much less reserved and much more truthful.

"Oh come now, I just sent a servant out for you." He said as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders from behind the chair, and I could hear him purr as he leant in closer.

"So you did lie to me." I say to him bluntly, gripping the drink in my hand harder.

"Oh come now anything to make me more appealing to her Majesty." He stated, nuzzling into my neck more as he almost made me feel sick.

"You didn't have to lie." I said to him as I felt his breath hot on my neck.

"Don't be so blunt. If I didn't lie we wouldn't be here right now." As he said that, I began to feel physically sickened by Reaver again, just like I used to be back in the day before I knew him properly and before he became so apparently nice to me. So, was the kiss he gave me a lie? A ploy to have some company maybe?

"Stop being like this." I say, using one hand to push his arms off me as he made an almost angry sound, probably not used to being rejected.

"Like what?" I could tell from the shortness of his sentence that he was internally infuriated with me, but he didn't dare show it to me.

"So...questionable!" I yell at him, giving him one last shuff and he stumbles back a few steps, and I heard him stutter angrily.

"Questionable? I promise to house you, protect you and tell you who I really am and yet you still find me questionable. How insolent." He said with great expression in his voice, as if letting me know that he really meant business.

"Why don't you take that cane of yours and shuff it up your-"

Suddenly, he drew his gun out and swung it around to me, right in between the eyes and I gasped, dropping the glass I was holding onto the floor, it smashing into many small pieces.

"Now, I don't care if you're the Queen or not, I'll still blow your head right off your shoulders. I don't like being treated like dirt."

As he pointed the gun at me, his eyes just went blank, as if nothing else in the world mattered but him shooting me as I stood from the seat slowly as he kept his gun fixed on my face.

"Now Reaver, don't make any brash decisions without thinking it through." I say to him, raising my hands above my head to say 'Don't shoot' and he laughed.

"Why shouldn't I? I am a sharp shot and well...I haven't put my skills to work in a while." He said bluntly. I thought for a second on what to do as I saw he wouldn't back down. I didn't exactly want to hurt him, but I had no choice but to defend myself. I moved my raised hand suddenly forwards and towards him and a fire ball erupted, throwing him back as a gun shot sounded in the room and I felt a sudden pain as he was thrown hard into the wall behind him. As I fell down to my knees as a pain in my right shoulder erupted.

"You idiotic girl! I never thought you would ever-...huh?" He suddenly sat up from his broken position, and then went to stand, but paused as he saw my hunched over in pain and he frowned to himself as if thinking.

"You-...you-..." I stuttered out as the pain of the gunshot wound hurt me deeply. Why is it hurting so bad? As hero, nothing usually hurts this badly...does he have special bullets or did he know exactly where to pinpoint me?

"Now." He began as he stood, holding his gun again as he seemed wrecked slightly.

"You're going to sit down and listen to me speak, you hear me?" He said in a confident voice, and without a thought, I suddenly sat back down in the seat as he smirked at me.

"See? There's a good girl." He then walked over to his chair from before and sat down it in, placing his gun on his lap and clasping his hands once more.

"Now my Queen, now that you know my age I must tell you that I was a pirate back in the day. Oh, how I miss it sometimes." He said, crossing his legs again, obviously reminiscing as I stayed hunched in pain.

"I was the sharpest shot in all of Albion and I murdered thousands of other pirates, even from great lengths." He said pompously, waving his hand as a sign of his extravagance for the story.

"And well, that's where you come in. Now I'm wanting to plan an excavation to find some...well, jewels from back in my day. I don't like throwing away money and I need an armada, do you understand?" He said, and I cast him a glare.

"So this whole time, this whole act of you caring, this whole time of me protecting you...you used me so you could just get ships and men from me? You used me to stay alive until I gave you sacrifices? You gained my trust so you could shoot me and force me into this?!" I yell at him as he gives me another big, hearty laugh, and then he stares right at me.

"My Queen, I would be lying if I said that I didn't use you. There, is that what you wanted to hear."

I gritted my teeth.

"I'll have your head for this." I say as I put pressure against my bleeding wound.

"And I'll spread the rumor that you've been messing around with the most arrogant and sleazy man in the whole of Albion." He said as he smiled. He was threatening to ruin my reputation, and it could work. He could actually turn everyone against me easily.

"You wouldn't." I say.

"Oh, my Queen, if I can have the nature to shoot you then spreading a rumor would be as common as the smokey sky!" He said as he cocked his gun back again, as if ready to shoot me again.

"Do we have a deal?" I say as I look headlong into his level 5 gun, it glowing blue right in my face.

"Go on then." I begin. "Kill me and then see what happens." I shout at him as he laughs...again.

"Oh I don't want to kill you, I just want you to obey me, I'll just shoot you somewhere painful again." He says as he then points his gun at my other shoulder, and I stare at him.

"Do it." I say as I grit my teeth. He then shrugs his shoulders, as if to say 'Suit yourself', and he shoots at me again, the bullet impacting my shoulder and throwing my back off the chair and onto the floor, a whole new pain consuming me. He then stood from his chair and walked over to me, still pointing his gun, a crazed look in his eye.

"Now, are you going to be a good girl or do I have to shoot you again?" He said, loading his gun again.

"I...accept." I choke out in fear that he'll shoot me again.

"Theres a good lass." He then put his gun back in his leg holster and kneeled to me.

"I expect that armada by next week..Oh, and if you tell anyone about this, I'll tell everyone about you being oh so deeply in love with me." And with that, he stood and walked away from me, going for the door leaving me lying on the floor, bleeding and crying.