A/N: Welcome to yet another side project of mine. They seem to be piling up like leaves in fall. This one's about Fable 2 and written on a whim. It'll probably be short as it is only intended for smut with a little bit of plot... The pairing is Sparrow/Commandant. I have no idea if anyone has written about this before but here' my input ^^

Each chapter will be dedicated to either the Commandant or Sparrow, alternately. This one is from the guy's POV. By the way, Sparrow is a woman and a Will User by class.

The Laws Defying Love

The Commandant

Success. No matter the cost, no matter the methods. Success was paramount. Obedience was necessary. Even from him. Lord Fairfax would accept no less. The Commandant paced back and forth in the spacious chamber, waiting for recruit number 273. She was the only woman to ever successfully complete the Crucible and would no doubt present a challenge to him. But failure was not an option. His fingers reached for his neck. He had grown used to the small device encircling his neck and the physical effects it had on his body. Better to be a live and a monster than alive and a slave. Or dead.

The door to the chamber swung open and she strolled in, proud and defiant. His lip twitched in displeasure. Taller than he expected, the woman was muscular and, much like another prisoner of theirs, had glowing blue lines riddling her skin. A will user. He hated will users. But he welcomed the challenge.

"I am the Commandant." he said not for introductions but to let her know he was in charge. "You are recruit 273. That number is not random. It was assigned to you because I have broken 272 recruits before you. You are nothing more than the next link in the chain." The Commandant carefully observed the recruit's face but much to his annoyance, it remained impassive. "You have been brought here to oversee the reconstruction of the Tattered Spire, and to serve Lucien as he sees fit. My job is to ensure the obedience of guards like you. You will do everything I tell you, without question. Failure to obey will cause the device around your neck to activate. This is not a pleasant experience. You will lose your willpower. Your memories and experiences will be drained away. This will continue until you submit." The impassive and irritatingly unimpressed expression on the recruit's face remained, much to the Commandant's ire. But he had been successful up till now. She was not going to ruin it for him. He was one step closer to Lucien and his weak little heart. "Perhaps you believe you will resist. Some do at first..." he resumed his pacing, glancing every now and then at the recruit. "A misguided sense of personal honour. You must decide." He paused right in front of her, his arms folded behind his back. The recruits always thought they had a choice. They never did. He never did. Lucien had made sure of that. "Is your honour really that important to you? Now, come here and obey me."

It was a waste of his time and his efforts. The more he demanded, the more she resisted, despite the pain the collar caused.

"Obey me!" he demanded again, his anger rising. But before he could continue, the recruit swayed in one spot and collapsed to the ground in a heap of flesh. Disgusted, he called in a guard and ordered him to take her out of his sight. This was not the first time he was so blatantly ignored. But her... that mockery in her eyes, that prudish pride! The day he breaks her soul will be the day he'll celebrate.

However, as weeks dragged on, she became more resistant, going as far as insulting him by giving him the middle finger. He was human once. He knew what the gesture meant. But what irritated him more was the longer she fought against his will, the more he thought of her. Day and night she plagued his mind with her defiant eyes. Her eyes. As blue as the skies he had once known. The Commandant shoved the knife deep into the undercooked piece of meat before him and stormed out of the hall. He will not let her do this to him!