"Look at him,

look at me.

That boy is bad,

and honestly,

he's a wolf in disguise,

but I can't stop staring in those evil eyes"

Monster - Lady Gaga

The Queen retreated indoors, having begun to feel a bit chilly. Reaver watched her walk over to the plump crimson arm-chair, seating herself infront of the hearth.

Whether or not it was because of Reaver being there, she had sat in a stoic pose; her eyes glazing over. The lamps outside on the balcony had been lit by the maids earlier (whom were being eyed-up by Reaver), illuminating a place which had been built into the balcony for Robyn to sit. The intricate design spoke out about grandness in which the queen was living. Reaver walked over and sat next to a lamp, fetching out the foreign cigars from inside his black silk-lined tailcoat. He delicately placed his chosen cigar on the balcony side before hastily shoving his others back in his tailcoat and grabbing the other before it was blown away. His hands were strong and lean, something that suits a hero of skill. But at the same time they were beautiful, as if they had been carved to obtain that certain perfection. Reaver lit his cigar, and smoked it....A chalice of wine would be delightful right now, one can only hope that food will be announced soon... Although Reaver dreadfully lacked in moral area's, his appearance won people over; even those who were scared of him couldn't deny his dashing good looks (and charms, if used to get what he wanted). They would more than likely jump at the chance to bed Reaver too.

It wasn't that long after he had been wondering about food that a maid had informed the queen that it was ready. Robyn shouted Reaver, who waved his cigar at her.

"I'm terribly sorry my dear, but I'm sure your observation skills allow you to see that I am part way through my cigar. I shall see myself down to the dining area once I see fit." He added a wink to his sentence.

Although he ought not to be trusted around any of her belongings on his own, let alone at all, Robyn had no patience with Reaver today and so nodded her head, sliding out the door. Momentarily he thought he saw a shadow dancing in the fire, he shook the image from his mind. It wasn't long after Queen Robyn had left that Reaver had finished his cigar, he dabbed the end out on the balcony side, and flicked it in the fire when he passed it.

Robyn sat at the long tulipwood table. The end she was sitting was laden with all sorts of exotic foods; the advantage of having cooks from various ethnic backgrounds.

Time hadn't long gone by before the amoral man came strolling through the generous hall, which was next to where balls were frequently held. Reaver sat in the chair on that was to the side of Robyn, so he could stare at her pert bossom while eating - she glanced suspiciously at where he was sitting, as she expected him to take the seat next to her.

Although she was an atheist, Robyn tended to say grace before she ate; showing appreciation for what she has. She was just a few words in when he interrupted her.
"Now Princess, why waste time thanking for what is gladly ours. A royal shouldn't thank. You are far more superior than anyone - excluding me."
"Unlike yourself Reaver, I have moral standards to live upto. I don't like to take things for granted either. I am still superior to you also, regardless of your notoriety, skill with fire-arms and 'immortality'. So, please, let me finish" She said this with a rather rude tone of mockery in her voice. A tone Reaver was far to pleased to hear, knowing he was touching a nerve. He did how ever let her finish, and then proceeded to eat in a manner that was expected of noble people. Queen Robyn was mildy surprised, but reminded herself that he did have an image of perfection to himself, how exquisite his mansion and the furnishings inside.

Robyn and Reaver had both finished eating. Robyn was heading towards the library, as she wanted to relax for a while. Rosaline followed her, questioning if there was anything she needed "A chalice of red wine please. I dreadfully need to relax."
"As you wish your majesty" Rosaline replied as she curtsied and scurried off to get Robyns wine. Reaver slowly strolled in the castle, with no intention of going anywhere, that was until he saw the maid who frequently attended to her majesty, hurrying from the direction of the library. His cane tucked under his arm, he set towards the library at a decent pace, pausing for a moment to look himself over in a great arched window. He finally reached the place where earlier, he shot a shelf; the library.

Robyn lay on a chair that was shaped like half a crown with a book about the old kingdom, and the villages. Her hands graced the pages like a swan gliding in the water. They were so delicate looking, nimble fingers and wrists; not something you would expect from the amount of sword play she did. The Queen felt a shiver run down her spine, as if some icey eyes were watching her intently. Rosaline soon arrived again, but with a tray holding a chalice and a bottle of expensive red wine.

"I bought you this your majesty, in case you want to be left alone to relax and study." Robyn, althought she didn't admit it, had her favourites amongst the maids and servants. Rosaline was one of them, she knew when The Queen would rather be left in her own presence. Robyn looked up at Rosaline "Thankyou, please just leave it here on the side desk. And pour me one chalice before you leave. Thanks Rosaline." Rosaline did as was expected and left the grand library, thinking that she had left the queen alone. She hadn't. Reaver was sat behind Robyn, having appeared into view again when the maid left. He found her quite a peculiar woman, for not many cared about the old kingdom, and seldom knew about it either. He knew what book she was reading as he saw the binding when she stretched her arms in the air. That must have been Sparrows book, he remembered her reading it when on travels with her and Garth. Reaver thought about some of the eccentric designs in her Castle, the half crown lounger which she was currently sat on, the balcony seat in her private quarters and the blue stairs for royal appearances into the ball room.

"You know, Hero, I could give you A LOT of answers about the old kingdom, if you were willing to question me. And when I say a lot, I mean alot..." Being over three-hundred years old, Reaver was very knowledgable and clever(something the hero of skill is equipped with any way).

Stricken, by the sudden sound of a recgonisable voice Robyn slowly put down her book, turned around and placed her nimble hands on the back of the crown lounger. She bore a deep stare into him.

"Why on earth would I question you?"
"I know alot more than you give me credit for chéri."
"Like you know anything, apart from how to destroy lives and be a self centred vain bastard."
"I'm an expert on destroying lives princess, I wouldn't try my patience. But when it comes to that subject, I have quite alot to say."
"But how would..."
A flash appeared, then calm came after. A woman stood in red robes "Robyn, the man you were previously engaging with has a dark, dreary past. Many secrets lay covered by the mask of evil he now wears, this was all cause by one selfish act. An act that even he came to regret."
"Theresa... why are you telling me all this?" Robyn's voice was growing with curiosity, but fear at the same time.
"My dear, I'm not telling you. I'm showing you."
All went dark.

Secrets lay covered. How will Robyn react? Why is Theresa showing her? The next chapter reveals more!
I've noticed people favouriting my story... where are your reviews? They would help so much as I don't know if you think I'm going wrong anywhere, or if there are areas I can improve on. Please be so kind as to leave a review, thankyou :P
All claims go to Lionhead Studios - Fable. And of course, the song Monster to Lady Gaga, I love that song... It's so suited to Reaver I think.