I was swiftly dragged out of the house by some of Reaver's Industries workers and I was practically thrown into a carriage by the house and the door was slammed and I sat up on one of the leather chairs. As I sat, the carriage began to be immediately pulled by what I'd assume to be horses (although I wouldn't score out the idea of Balverines) and the carriage was beginning to pull out of the mansion into the Millfield streets. As the carriage moved, I noticed a small bad nearby the other chair, and in pure curiosity, I reached over to it and I picked it up onto my lap. It was a small-ish brown bag with black patches sewn onto it, as if it had been ripped before. Slowly, I opened it up to find a small letter on top of some things, and I took the letter into my hands.

'My dearest Majesty,

I have left this bag for you filled with random clothes and such so you may be more comfortable on our voyage. You may wonder why the bag is so small, but that is because you shall be dressed as one of my servants on this voyage as I cannot even risk my fellow men finding out you're the Queen because then I'd have to kill them all and we'd have no crew, now would we? Now the voyage we shall be going on shall begin in Bloodstone harbor because that is where my favorite ship is located and then we shall be going out on the open seas to find...well, jewels shall I say. Anyway, you had better get changed. Just pull over those small see-through curtains on the windows and you can get all ready to be my servant!

Your obedient and loving friend,

Reaver.'

I sighed at the letter he had left for me, it made me feel rather sick inside. He wanted me to pretend to be his servant so none of his fellow pirates would give him bother? How insufferable.

I did exactly what the letter said and I pulled over the small, and as the letter said most definitely see-through, curtains over the small windows on the carriage doors before I began to pull out things from the inside of the bag. What I pulled out didn't surprise me in the slightest part. All it was was a black corset, a ripped deep red skirt that went to most likely just above my knee and a seemingly skin tight deep red shirt that went the full length of my arms with a red collar with gold accents and the huge Reaver Industry symbol on the back of the shirt. Slipping it onto my body, putting my noble clothes into the bag and putting back by the other chair, I kept my crown in my hand. I couldn't just leave this anywhere, but I didn't have much choice. I sat it down on the other chair just in front of me and I sighed as I drew open the small curtains again, the sunlight flooding in once more and shining off my crown, gold light reflecting all around the inside of the carriage. Feeling rather fatigued and internally hurt about the whole situation, I decided to lay down on the chair, pulling my legs up onto the seat as my new uniform scratched my skin. Slowly and steadily, I shut my eyes as the sunlight felt hot on my body, and I drifted off to sleep soundly, tired as could be.

When I had re-awoken, I batted open my eyes and noticed that it was dark outside of the carriage and that moonlight was bright. I stretched hard as my back was steady on the chair, the carriage jumpy as we were seemingly on rocky terrain, no longer in the industrial world and in the more natural world, on our way to the older parts of Albion, the parts that my mother would've explored. Slowly I sat up in the chair and I looked out the small window, another carriage at my carriages side. The windows of it was open, and I saw Reaver inside, seemingly asleep. His red cape and white cravat was pff and his head was rested against the side of the carriage wall, his hair all messy and misplaced. His eyes were lightly resting and his chest was rising and falling steadily as he slept. As I watched, I felt something inside of me flutter, and I couldn't quite say why. When you see Reaver in a more natural not so pompous state, you would never think that he is as evil as he is, as hurtful...as deceitful. Reaver is literally two sides of the same coin, but in the same body. Even although he admitted to lying about the way he was acting towards me, I think that in a way it proved that Reaver can indeed actually feel, well, feelings. It means that he does indeed know how it works, even if it was just a way to get around me and to get me to do things for him. Yet, it also proves that he is the master of reverse psychology. He would be angry at me and reject me, such as the time we danced in his room and he was going to 'confess his love', but as soon as I said anything against it, he became angry with me and sent me away, but only in a way to leave me wanting to apologize, thus, to see him again. He was building up this fake version of himself that I would trust, so that at the very least proves that Reaver is a very smart individual.

I moved away from my window again and I sat back in my seat, cold seeping in through the obviously badly fitted doors, I lay back down and decided to try to sleep once more.

As I awoke once again, I noticed that it must've been about mid-day, and I sat up in my seat slowly, looking out the window to find Reaver's carriage to no longer be at my side. Focusing on the outside world, I saw that we were about to enter a town from over a hill, making a harsh turn around a mountain corner to show me the full view of the water side town, and I decided that this place must be the Bloodstone that Reaver spoke of in his letter. I'd heard about it a few times before from some people, and I heard it to be a lawless town full of drunks and prostitutes, modern day Albion leaving it off the map as it's a ruthless place...the perfect place for Reaver if I do say so myself.

As we pulled into the town, everyone began to pay attention to the carriage as it pulled in, everyone leaning into each other as if whispering as the carriage took a swift turn up streets and towards the top of the town until it came to an abrupt halt. The door to my right was suddenly swung open and I was dragged out by a large man and thrown into a crowd of obvious slaves as lots of different things were thrown at us, and the servants scrambled to pick them up and I did the same, myself picking up clothes it seemed and we were all shouted at to go to the mansion on the hill, and we all began to walk. No-one at all recognized me, I just fit into the band of slaves. As we all walked, the big men kept close to us, obviously making sure none of us ran away or fell or anything and we slowly made our way towards the big mansion on the hill. As we approached it quickly as the door was opened by maids inside and we all went inside, some servants going in different directions from each other, obviously used to this mansion. I thought as I was holding clothes that it was probably appropriate to go upstairs since I'm guessing clothes would be stored in bedrooms, and I made my way up the stairs with the silent servants. As we reached the top I made my way through the halls and to a door, knocking on it first to check for inhabitants, which there seemed not to be, and I opened the door slowly to find a deep red bedroom. This definitely belonged to Reaver. I went over to a large dresser and I opened the drawer, placing the clothes inside of it and stepping away from it thinking as I shut the drawer back closed.

Why exactly am I doing this? Oh yes, not to any of Reaver's people freak out at the thought of him using the Queen.

Suddenly, I heard the door of the room be opened, and I turned around to see a very frazzled Reaver at the door, leaning against the door frame as obvious compensation for the cane he was no longer carrying.

"Oh my well I've never seen anyone look so ravishing in my company's uniform before." He said in a sarcastic way to me and I bowed my head over, deciding to keep quiet.

"Oh? You actually put away my things? You are a good girl." He said in a very amused tone, leaning off the door frame and beginning to make my way over to me as I stayed by the dresser in the red room.

"Now if you're wondering we are here for now because after such an uncomfortable time in that blasted carriage I thought I must rest for a while, a week perhaps before we actually begin to set sail on the miserable sea!" He said happily as he stopped just in front of me, me keeping my head bowed over, choosing not to look him in the eyes.

"Now, I shall have you sleeping in a room just by mine but you had better keep quiet about it.I don't want any of these people to know about you being royalty or they might tell those pitiful pirates." He said in his usual pompous tone, smirking at me as usual as I began to grit my teeth, getting 'done' with his trials and tribulations.

"Now we're going to have a lovely week and you're going to play nice for me." He said, then using his hand to prop my face up to look at him, and I cast him a glare of a thousand daggers and I actually felt his hand quiver for a second, me probably giving him a proper fright.

"Now if you're going to be cold you can go to the basement and begin to prepare for tonight's dinner, you hear me? Go on, shoo! Chop chop!" Suddenly, he gave me a firm shuff, an obvious signal for me to exit the large and extravagant room, and I did exactly what he obviously wanted, leaving the room and beginning to walk down the hall, not even saying one word to him.

As I went down the hall, several servants seemed to be going in the same direction as me and we all found ourselves going down to the basement of the huge manor. As I arrived down, preparations were already in place for the dinner service and there was huge amounts of food being made up, almost to an obnoxious extent. Curious as ever, I leaned into one of the servants.

"Reaver...I mean, the Master is rather thin, he doesn't eat all of this, does he?" I asked the servant to my right and they shook their head.

"Nah, it's one of his parties again. It's for him returning here to Bloodstone. The whole town will show up, so, you better get to work." They said back to me in a casual and yet firm way, and I nodded my head to them as I went over to a corner of the room which had a large table full of dough on it. As there wasn't many people at the station, I went over and began to kneed and fold the dough, accustom to doing it from the times I was low on money, beginning to shape the bread into pie shapes. After a while, my forearms and elbows began to feel sore, but, what of the other workers? They're all very skinny people, and I'm muscular so...if I'm only a little sore now, how much pain must they be in from all this work? When this is over, all these servants shall work for me in a kind fair environment, I can't let them go on like this...but for now I have to hold my tongue about it. Hours passed and so much food was made that it wasn't even funny, the maids running up and down the stairs carrying the food as fast as they could as if Reaver had been shouting at them about it, and soon enough, all of us tired as could be, music began to play upstairs. Most of the servants just sat at their stations, heaving in and out, the work very strenuous for them. I on the other hand sat up on a barrel near the large fire at the back of the room, trying to keep warm as the door of the basement was kept open. Soon, I began to let the music fade out and I began to tap into some of the conversations the servants were having, and they were very depressing to listen to indeed. They spoke of their lives before they came under Reaver's firm control, talking of an easier time where they weren't so skinny and worn out. They spoke of how they weren't paid, but were kept as prisoners by Reaver and if they didn't work hard they'd be murdered. As I listened, tears were brought to my eyes as the sadness that these people had gone through was apparent. When I'm away from this, I'll get rid of that decree that protects Reaver and I will have him executed for his sins.

"Hey, you." I suddenly heard and I lifted my head to see one of the maids standing at the door, looking me right in the eye. I gave them a nod as if to say 'Go on'.

"The Master wants you to clean his bedroom for his guests." The girl said in an odd tone, as if to say 'He's at it again' and I nodded once more and jumped from my barrel by the fire, bid farewell to the servants for now and I walked up the stairs, the music of the party becoming loud. He was playing gypsy music again, and it entranced me for a minute so I went over to one of the doors which seemed to lead to the main ballroom and I opened it a little to see the party revealed. It was huge and grand and everyone was dancing and drinking, which made me smile. It was as grand as I knew it would be, a part of me oh so longing to be able to join in on the festivities. Yet, just them a lady turned to the door and scoffed.

"Servant girl?" She said in a tone of disgust as everyone looked casually over their shoulders as if I wasn't worth their time to look at, and suddenly, I heard a shout.

"If that's a servant over there I'll have you shot if you don't scram!" I heard in Reaver's undoubted accent, and I quickly slammed the door over, putting my back to it harshly.

It was so strange having people treat me like dirt, like I was below them. I had no idea this is how servants feel.

I then decided to do as I was told and I began to make my way down the hall before up the stairs of the mansion, making my way to Reaver's bedroom. As I entered it it was mostly all in place but for the bed sheets being misplaced and I slowly went over to them and beginning to un-ruffled them and make them look good as new, as if they'd never been touched by anyone just as I heard a sound at the door, and I turned around quickly in fear of Reaver entering, but it wasn't him, but that maid from that time before, the one who had fetched his clothes.

"Oh goodness, I thought you were Rea-...I mean the Master." I said to the girl who gave me a weak smile as she carried a bottle of what seemed to be wine in one hand and glasses in another.

"Sorry to scare you, we all get a bit startled at times." She said to me as she made her way into the room, going over to the other side of the bed and beginning to set down the glasses on a bed side table gently.

"What are those for?" I asked her calmly.

"Well the Master usually has guests in his room after parties shall I say, I just know to make preparations." She said, giving me a smile. Then, something occurred to me, this was the same maid I had heard Reaver trying to seduce in the hallway.

"So, have you ever been one of Reaver's 'guests'?" I asked her with a curious smile, and she smirked to herself.

"Yes, I have actually. He said that the only reason he chooses me sometimes is because I look like the Queen of Albion, isn't that odd?" She said to me, making my heart sink deep down in my chest.

"Oh, how odd indeed." I reply to her as I begin to feel a bit strange inside, almost as if someone had punched me.

"So, uh, what's your name?" I asked the girl, and she gave me a look as if to say 'You really want to know?' and I gave her a reassuring nod.

"My names Emily." She said to me as she finished setting the glasses and she put the bottle down on the bedside table, standing back up straight and giving me a weak smile once more before walking over to me.

"And your is?" She asked me, and I didn't quite know what to say.

"That doesn't matter." I said to her to avoid having to give my identity away, and she seemed confused and yet understood that I didn't want her to ask, and she nodded.

"Anyway, the Master will be bringing his guests up soon, we had better go." She said, giving me a light pat on the shoulder and walking for the door as I did the same. As we got to the hallway she turned to me.

"Now I'm going to have to get back to the party for now, we'll meet again?" She asked, and I nodded my head to her, making her smile.

"Goodbye, Emily." I said to her as she turned and walked down the hall and down the stairs, away from me.

I thought for a minute before going to the room across the hall which was obviously for me and I walked in to find another below average room and I sighed once more as I shut the door to it, the music from downstairs still blaring. Then, I noticed a balcony and I went over to it, leaning out on the bar of it letting the night air hit my face lightly. Then, it hit me. I could escape! Taking a chance I decided to vault the high balcony and I plummeted to the streets below harshly, me being a hero feeling no pain, and I began to run down the street. This was my escape! This was my chance to get away...but...then I stopped in my tracks and turned to the mansion as the music echoed in the dark night-time. If I leave now, I know for a fact those servants will be murdered just because he's angry, even that girl Emily. He might still have time to ruin my reputation but I don't care about that anymore...I want to save those people now, even if it is the last thing I do. My freedom will come another day, but for now I must hold my tongue and protect those people from death.

Slowly, and as depressed as ever, I slowly turned and began to make my way back towards the huge mansion, tears flowing down my face as I did so. I was giving myself to him now, I was submitting to his rule. Yet, if it's for them, I can't let anything get in my way.

Not sure how exactly to get back in I took my chance and decided to climb the wall that lead up to my balcony, and I somehow managed to do so. As I reached the balcony, I scrambled over the top of it, falling harshly onto it, safe back in my room just as I heard the smack of a cane on the floor.

"I house you, give you new clothes, blackmail you and you still try to run from me? I'm hurt." I heard in Reaver's voice, and as I raised my head, I saw him standing in my doorway, frowning at me and I shuddered. I didn't like the thought of him in any bedroom of mine.

"Go away, Reaver." I say aloud to him, not really meaning to but saying it anyway as I got to my feet and leaned back against the balcony's bar as I heard another smack of a cane.

He's only doing that because he's happy to have his cane back.

"My dear you will find that this is my home and that I need to go no-where, I could have you sleeping in the basement with all the other filth of this mansion."

"Don't call them filth! How dare you say that about Emily and the others?!" I shout at the man in red as he gives me a confused look.

"Who's Emily?" He asks me innocently, giving me a smirk as if he thought I was imagining things.

"The maid you took advantage of!" I shout at him, dying to smack him.

"Oh so you're naming them now? How lovely of you! Next, you'll be giving them personalities!" He said with a smirk as I gripped the bar I was hanging onto.

"Your slaves are people too!" I shout at him as he gives a laugh.

"Oh stop this bickering! We could get all this anger out in a more fun way with my guests!" He said using his arms to give a flare to his statement, and I almost threw up.

"You're a sick pervert, Reaver. Go sleep with some prostitutes."

"Now that you say that, I just might. That does sound mighty fun!"

"You make me sick."

"Then don't deep-throat that far then!"

As he said that vile remark, I stood away from the bar, went over to him and punched him square in the face, knocking him back out of the room and into the hallway.

"My face!" He yelled as he hit the back wall and I scoffed.

"You say something like that to me again Reaver then you'll have more than your face to worry about!" I shout at him as blood covers his face and he scowls to me.

"You'll pay for that you little minx." He said as he shakily stood from the floor, keeping a hand to his face to cover the blood and damage.

"You're holding me as prisoner. There isn't much else you can do." I say to him as I stamp away from his view and he makes his way back to me.

"Fine then! You have to be my personal maid from now on!" He said to me in an angry tone, and I turned to him.

"So what if I don't?"

"I'll kill that girl Emily."

My heart sank. No way I could let that girl die, but, as his personal maid...he could take advantage of me...I can't deny this.

"Alright." I say as I stamp back to the balcony as I hear him chuckle evilly.

"Oh you are a curious girl. You'll find your new uniform from one of the current maids, I'm sure they won't mind switching. Now, get some sleep and get ready to become my little personal girl, won't you? Tatty-bye!" And with that, he left the room and slammed the door over, and I fell to my knees, defeated.

By sunrise, I was going to be Reaver's new personal maid. He could use me all he wanted, but it's just til after this voyage is over, right? Anything to save his workers, anything to protect my reputation, anything to protect my kingdom. Even if that means submitting to the most evil hero in Albion history.