I do not own "Fable 3" or any of the "Fable" Series - Lionhead Studios does.

Based on the 2010 XBOX Game.

Rated M for Explicit Adult Content.

Special warning – rape, torture, and possibly incest.

The Princess and Major Swift are prisoners in the Castle's Dungeons. Can they find comfort and solace with each other, and more importantly, escape? Does Logan even know his sister is in captivity?

Jealousy and Possession

Chapter 4

"You, Louisa; you are leaving that cell at once and coming with me!" a visibly nervous Phillips demanded, waking Sarie and Jack.

"What's going on?" Sarie mumbled, raising her manacled hands to dab the sleep from her eyes.

"Never you mind," Phillips retorted, "but you've nothing to worry about today. Well, not from me, anyway."

He shocked both the Princess and Jack Swift when he removed his coat and covered Sarie with it. "You just come along with me. We gotta get you cleaned up."

"Logan must know, or at least guesses, that you are here, Sarie!" Jack said, optimism lacing his tone. "I don't think he'll hurt you, love. Just please do whatever he wants!"

He met her nervous gaze with his soft and loving one. "Please, this can all end well. Tell him what he wants to know. I've been thinking about it, and, the truth of the matter is, you know nothing. Anything you could tell him won't hurt anything."

Sarie pondered Jack's words as Phillips fussed with her mussed hair and buttoned the coat to cover as much of her nakedness as possible. Perhaps Jack was right. She knew of Page and the location of the Underground, but Page and the Rebels had been found out in the past and managed to relocate quickly and avoid being captured.

"Jack, I won't have you hurt, no matter what. I'm committed to Us"

He smiled, the hope in his face making him appear years younger. "So am I."

Sarie felt considerably better as Phillips lead her up the Dungeon stairs and into the hallway that lead into the back rooms of the Castle. Logan could easily meet her out of sight of any others if he wished. Besides, if Jack was convinced that this unanticipated turn of events was a good thing, then she would believe it to be true.

Instead of meeting Logan, however, she was met by a lady's maid. "Come with me; I'll get you cleaned up and appropriately dressed."

Sarie lay on the bed of a guest chamber and attempted to rest as the maid had suggested. She couldn't sleep under the circumstances, no matter how relieved she was to be away from Phillips. She was dressed in a lovely white gown suiting a Lady of the Court and she had been thoroughly bathed and her wounds treated. She lay atop the comfortable bed and was grateful for it, but her restlessness did not allow her to enjoy it.

Her hands were free of the manacles so she would be able to use her magic if she wished, but she decided against escape. Sarie felt in her gut that Logan knew who she was and that he trusted her, else he never would have allowed her hands to be freed. Well, she would return his gesture of trust with peace and an open mind. Her was her brother, after all. Perhaps he wanted to make amends? Even if he did not and only wished to interrogate her privately, she was still hopeful that Logan could be made to see how Albion viewed him. Perhaps it was not too late to turn the tide of opinion back in his favour if he changed his ways.

Despite her gentle questioning of the maid while being bathed and clothed, the girl would only tell her that the King wished to see her and to try rest until then. Sarie was too worried about Jack, and also what Logan wanted from her, to lay easy. She could only hope that her musings were correct and that Logan simply wanted to free her from captivity after discovering she was in the castle and desired to speak with her.

However, did Logan indeed know who she was? If so, how had he discovered her? If he knew, that would explain Phillips' nervousness. After all, if Logan did not plan to keep her in prison or execute her for treason, the guard had a great deal to worry about, especially if he knew that he had raped and tortured her.

But if Logan did not know who she was...

Oh, this was too much! She did not know what Logan wanted and that was that. She had no choice but to wait for him and for the answers to her questions.

Sarie pounded her fists into the plush pillows in frustration. After several minutes of beating them into shapelessness she finally lay back, hoping that Logan would come to her soon.

To her surprise, she must have dozed, for the next thing she knew Logan was seated beside her on the bed gently caressing her cheek with the back of his index finger.

"I'll kill Phillips myself," he was slowly saying, his voice low and menacing. "I'll make his death long and painful. I had no idea you were here until I overheard some of the guards talking amongst themselves about a powerful magic user in the Dungeons. Oh, Sarie, I'm so sorry!"

"Logan?" she murmured, still emerging from slumber. "I heard you wanted to see me. What...what do you want?"

Her brother looked wan and exhausted. The gleam of strength and determination he had always had in his eyes remained, but instead of his body being lean and muscled, it was disturbingly gaunt.

"Are you all right?" she whispered in concern, sitting up.

Logan took her hands tenderly in his and held them to his heart.

"Are you all right, Sarie?" His dark eyes were uncharacteristically misty. "How can you inquire after me when you have been subjected to horrors I can hardly bear to think about under my very own roof!"

Sarie lowered her gaze. "Because I am all right, Logan. At the moment I am more concerned about you." She raised her eyes again and searched his face appraisingly. "You look terrible! I've never seen you so thin, and you look ill! Are you...are you going to be all right?"

Logan lips curved, the upturned corners of his mouth barely qualifying as a smile, but it was a smile nonetheless.

"I am now, and I will be. But I need your help, Sarie."

She scooted to sit beside him on the edge of the bed but he did not release her hands from their place over his heart.

"I need your love, Sarie. I need it. I need you. I need you now, more than ever, to love me!"

"But Logan," she whispered fervently, "of course I love you! I always have! But you need to listen to me if you are to change things for yourself and for Albion. You must..."

Logan squeezed his eyes closed and took a deep breath. "Yes, Sarie, I understand you, and I am grateful. But what I mean is, I need your love...by becoming my wife."

She gasped and involuntarily tried to pull her hands from his grasp, but he refused to relinquish them.

"Logan, that is...not possible!"

"Of course it is!" His visage morphed so swiftly into one of determination that Sarie gasped once more.

"I am the King and I can marry whomever I choose!" His eyes gleamed with a mixture of desire, expectation, and need. If Sarie had any doubts of his feelings for her they were completely quashed now. He did, and had always, loved her in an unbrotherly fashion.

"Logan," she said softly and gently, "I do love you, but not in the way you need and deserve! As your sister, I cannot love you as you ask of me."

"Sarie, I know I've surprised you, but if you give me time, I can earn your love. Besides, royals have often married within family." A calloused thumb began to stroke the top of her left hand.

"It doesn't mean that we should."

"And it does not mean that we should not. Sarie, I have decided upon this course of action. I love you and I have no choice." He paused and tilted his head and his mouth quirked into a smile. "I suppose that means that I have not, in actuality, decided at all. I have no choice. As often as I have had others 'choose,' in this I cannot. I simply 'must.'"

Sarie's eyes fixed on their joined hands on Logan's chest. His grip was warm and firm, his caressing thumb gentle and loving. Her heart clenched as she realised that she had to tell him the truth, or at least as much as she dared. She could not let his delusions continue; it would be too cruel.

"Logan," she said, "I understand you; I do! I, too, know what it is to love without choice. We cannot choose who we love, but we can try to make the best of our opportunities." Logan did not interrupt her, but his thumb slowed its stroking ever so slightly.

"If I could, I would love you as you wish, Logan, but I cannot! The truth is that I love another. It...it is too late. My heart is no longer mine to give; another possesses it."

"No!"

Logan's shout cracked the quiet of the room like a gunshot. He shot to his feet and glared at her. "I cannot have this, Sarie! If I allow it, it will be my death!" He turned away from her and she saw him clench his fists at his side. His entire frame trembled with barely contained fury.

"It will be my death, and the death of Albion!" He whirled around to face her once more. "Sarie, I need you, and Albion needs a ruler who can save it! Only with you at my side can I save this land and its people."

His face relaxed its lines of rage but his anger was still palpable. "No, I cannot allow you to leave me. If necessary I will hunt down this man you love and kill him. Make no mistake, Sarie, I will do exactly that unless you agree to love me."

Sarie felt her entire body grow cold with fear and dread. "There is nothing I can do, Logan! How can I...unlove? You demand the impossible!"

Logan's face softened and he knelt before her. She shifted uncomfortably on the side of the bed but did not otherwise move. He cradled her face in his palms and gazed into her eyes. Sarie could not fear him; for he was her beloved brother! The last thing she wanted to do was hurt him, but she did not see how it could be avoided.

"Sarie," he said softly, "it is not impossible. You can love me. All you need to do is agree to participate in a magical ritual that will bind us in love. Do this for me and I will not kill the one who stands between us. Do this for me and agree to never see him again, and I shall spare him and then you and I will rule Albion together."

Sarie swallowed. Her throat was so tight it hurt and her mind so muddled and confused that she did not know what to think or say. How could she make this right? Was it even possible? She began to attempt to voice her thoughts.

"Logan, I thought you would want me to tell you what I know about Page and the Underground!"

He nodded. "Yes, I had considered that, but then I decided it was not important. They would simply flee again. Besides, as soon as you are the Hero and Queen, they will have achieved their goal, yes?"

Sarie had to nod in agreement. That was true. Well, it was true as long as Albion would no longer be seen as being ruled by a tyrant or tyrants.

"Will...I mean...will this ritual make me...will I no longer love..." Sarie's voice broke and she hung her head in confusion and grief.

"Will you no longer love...him?" Logan asked softly. "I believe so. It sounds terrifying, Sarie, but it truly is not. From what I can decipher it is an ancient ritual that forces the one the caster loves to return his love or die."

Sarie's head shot up and she stared at him. "But..."

"Shush!" he hastened to reassure her, "listen! That is not all. You are agreeing to the ritual in this case. That negates the possibility of you dying! Don't you see, if you agree, you will not only love me, but live even if that love takes time to develop and does not come instantaneously."

He smiled gently and stroked away the tears that trickled down her cheeks.

"Please, Sarie, give me...give us and all of Albion a chance!"

"But what about...him?"

To his credit Logan did not become angry. He seemed to understand. "I am sorry about him, I truly am. How can I not be when I love you as much as I do? How can he help loving you as well? All I can do is spare his life, reward him however I can, and show that I will love and care for you with all I am and all I possess."

"May I speak with him first?"

Logan sighed. "He is here? Or nearby?"

"I...yes."

"Only if you agree to the ritual. I do not wish to be cruel, Sarie, but if you refuse, I will kill him." He shrugged sheepishly. "I am the King, I am in love, and I cannot do otherwise. It is not who and what I am, Sarie."

Sarie did not know what else to do. If she refused Logan's demand he would kill Jack. Logan had, for the past year or so, been dabbling in magic since he did not have the Hero's blood in him. She was not surprised that he had found some old and powerful spells. She was, however, surprised that what he most wanted was her when he could have his choice of any woman in Albion to be his wife and Queen.

For now she had to keep herself and Jack safe and alive.

And hope for a miracle.

"I agree, Logan."