(A/N: Once again I am really sorry about the quality of the story and the fact that it may have dragged on. I've just been really busy with things (school, my health) and I unfortunately haven't been very inspired because of it *.frowny face.* So... yeah. Chapters may be a week/s apart and I'm really upset about that 'cos this fic is something that I really want to continue with and its a shame that it may take a while to do so. Anyways, reviews and PM's to help are always appreciated!)
Reavers trip to Bowerstone was long even for him. The roads had been closed off for a parade that started at the castle and ended up all the way in Millfields. Great, he thought to himself as he made his way up the seemingly never ending cobblestone of the castles road, more unwelcome busy bees buzzing around my hive. He chuckled softly at his own words, how very Reaver like...
The time finally came when he arrived at Bowerston Castle, his white gloved hand reaching up and mockingly wiping the sweat from his brow. "Noon," he said aloud, his rich, elegant voice booming across the stony courtyard, "my queen must be with her court..." He smirked widely and walked up the steps, his piercingly polished black cane and boots making a soft pattering sound on the stone.
pitter, patter, pitter, patter, pitter, patter, all around the castle the sound was heard; in the courtyard, the stairs, the kitchens, the halls, and finally, the court. BOOM! went his cane on the door of the bustling court room, a slender gloved finger brushing a portion of his bangs from his eyes. The people of the court turned and stared in shock, some scowled and shook their fists, and some merely laughed.
"Reaver!" The Queen stood from her throne, the crown barely moving on the top of her head. "Took you long enough," her voice boomed loudly across the court as she craned her neck to look at the people, "I think our friend took his time so his clothes would not dirty!" Her remark sent the people of the court into a loud, hearty laugh and sent a crimson look of embarrassment across Reavers alabaster cheeks.
"Oh no, my Queen. You are mistaken! I was merely taking the time to be rid your roads of some bandits... A good fight! Does our Hero Queen still fight or does she have the people fight for her?" He smirked as he stood before her, his thick soled boot tapping loudly on the dense carpet of the court floor.
"Oooh!" Shouted one person as the others just stood and laughed, the Queens cheeks reddening this time.
She stood tall on the platform of the throne, her head held high as she looked around at everyone. "Court dismissed."
Reaver smirked up at her, his lips twisting into a triumphant grin; his usual look in the Queens eyes. "Now now, my Queen... Giving up easily now, are we?" he chuckled and turned to face the door, watching them all exit.
The Queen rolled her eyes and quietly walked down the steps that lead up to the small platform then walked over to Reaver, laughing as she kicked his cane out from beneath him, sending him to the ground. "You will not come into my castle, address my court, and you shall never insult me! Is that understood?" she leaned over him as he lay helplessly on the ground, her stiletto heel digging deeply into his chest, making him grunt.
He looked up at her, his raging eyes soon calmed by her face... That wonderful face... That neck... That chest. No! FOCUS! The heel sent a deep, painful sting down his chest and into his stomach. "Get off of me, woman!" he chuckled deeply and flicked his nail at the polished, golden heel of the Queens heel.
She rolled her eyes once again and quickly and sharply turned her heel before pulling it out of his chest and planting her foot firmly back on the ground. "How pathetic..." she laughed softly, a small smirk crossing her soft, red lips.
"I am not pathetic... I am Reaver!" he grinned at her and looked her up and down again, returning the smirk. How beautiful. Kiss her. NO! Don't kiss her. Well... Maybe... Not yet? Gah! I'm so confused! he wanted to shout back at the voices but he knew that the Queen would think him to be a lunatic! - well... More of a lunatic, at least.-
"And being Reaver makes you pathetic..." she grinned smugly and held out a hand to help him up, he graciously accepted it and straightened his top hat and picked up his cane as he stood. She looked at the man, her cheeks tainting a soft pink as they held their gaze. "Anyways..." she coughed and shook her head, looking elsewhere, "I need to discuss business with you. You'll come with me won't you?"
"What kind of delicious 'business' might this be?" he retorted and smirked, his comment receiving an elbow in the stomach.
"Royal business, you pervert," she chuckled and began to walk out of the tall, sky-blue doors of the throne room and made her way to her study, Reaver trotting along behind her.
Hours seemed to have gone by just sitting in the study, Reaver and the Queen both occasionally looking at each other and then hastily looking back down to their papers or to outside of the window, the murky, dark brown smog hovering over the Industrial District like it always did.
"Please tell me that's all the work we have to do?" Reaver glanced at her with his brow raised, one hand holding his head up as the other gently rubbed his temples
"For today..." she groaned and rubbed her temples also.
That groan, thought Reaver, would be so much better if I was the one causing it. He chuckled his usual deep, elegant, hicked chuckle, the Queens glance quickly reverting to him.
"Something the matter?" she raised a brow and poured them each a glass of wine, he snatched it from his glass from her hand and took a deep sip.
"Oh, nothing at all, my Queen," he smirked and took another sip, the Queen rolling her eyes as he did.
"You never did tell me why you truly came to see me, old friend"
"I- It's nothing," his cheeks tainted pink.
"Tell me," she said regally.
He sighed loudly and put his glass down, his face moving so it was inches from hers.
"I can't..."
"Why not?" her cheeks became red at the sight of him, she tried to lean back but she couldn't to her dismay.
"Because... I just can't."
"Show me, tell me, sing it to me for all I care. I just want to know if you're okay... I- I'm worried about you, Reaver.
"Show you?" he leaned in closer, his breath slowly hitting her neck and cheek.
"Yes! Just do something to let me know you're okay!"
With her remark he sighed again and leaned in slowly, it wasn't long before he found his lips on hers.
(A/N: Annnnnnnd it happened. Goody. I'm soooooo sorry if this story was a bit long, I had no intention at all to make them this long! There will most definitely be more chapters and oooooh. Plot twist comin' up! Thanks for reading anyways and leave your reviews and comments!
xx Rachel)