Author Note: Yep. I agree. My Reaver is a sissy. Totally and unbelievably. Aw well. On with the show!

Disclaimer: A certain smexy deviant is holding me at gun point with a certain Dragonstomper.48 so, unfortunately, I'm FORCED to say that I don't own Fable. Or Reaver. *wink wink*

The Prince smashed the thief against the wall, face inches away from his own. The man's eyes looked fearfully at the image of fury.

"Where is she?" he demanded.

It was extremely rare the brutal side of the Prince came out but this time, he felt it was appropriate. He had completely and utterly lost his cool, he knew, but it didn't really matter. Just this once, he could allow himself to lose it. Just this once.

He just couldn't believe he'd been so stupid! He'd sent a beautiful young woman, an aristocrat no less, to complete quests for strangers. What if some man had taken a liking to her? What then?

"I doesn't know! I swears I don't!" the man pitifully whimpered. In response, the Prince whipped out his Heroic sword, Stab-Stab, and pressed it as hard as he could to the man's neck without actually slitting his throat.

"You liar! Tell me where she is right now. Lady Lisbet Whitehart. Tell me," he growled menacingly.

He pressed the tip of his blade into the man's soft flesh for emphasis, leaving a small but very painful cut.

"I told ya! I doesn't know!"

The Prince let the smallest of smiles twist his lips.

"Well then. There will be one less thief in the world, won't there?"

"Excuse me? Did you say Lady Lisbet? Whitehart?"

With a sigh, the Prince let go of the thief who fell on his face before stumbling up and running away as fast as he could. The Prince watched his go but did not pursue him.

"Yes, I did. What of it?"

The woman who spoke was quite pretty, not that the Prince cared, with long mahogany-coloured hair that was pulled into an attractive bun. She fiddled with the folds on her dress nervously.

"Well, I…I hired a girl…an adventurer. She said her name was Lisbet. She was quite pretty; pale skin, blue eyes, dark brown hair…"

The Prince was nodding. Yes, it was her. She's always been the Snow-White to his Prince Charming.

"Yes, that's her. Where is she?" he asked, voice taut.

The woman blushed crimson and averted her gaze.

"I sent her a quest to…um…well…"

Ugh. If Lisbet had been subjected the girl's inability to finish a sentence, she wouldn't have been happy. And an unhappy Lisbet was something most definitely to fear. Most, most definitely. A bit like his Mother, when it'd been bath-time and he'd tried to hide. Bad memories.

"Yessss?"

"Do you want to see my house?"

The Prince's eyebrows raised and he couldn't help the snort that burst from his lips. Was the girl crazy?

"What? We were just talking about Lisbet and then you…did you just ask me into your house?"

"There's a reason it's called The Shrine, you know."

The Prince stormed through Reaver's mansion, leaving no room safe and unsearched. He tore down the many paintings and ripped open cushions. They had to be some clue as to her whereabouts. He kicked down the kitchen door but found nothing apart from a spiteful letter addressed to Reaver, which he tucked away for later use.

"Reaver!" he roared, trying to keep a reign on his rising hysteria. If the monster had touched her…It wasn't worth thinking about. If he found out that that monster had infected her with his…his corruption…by Avo, the Prince would tear his apart with his own hands. Friend of his Mother or no.

Torturous images of Lisbet burned in his mind. Lisbet, sat on Reaver's lap, arms curled around his neck. Lisbet, on her knees, begging for mercy…

"Reaver, you slimy bastard! Where is she?"

The was no 'Coo-ey, Princey! My, my, you're looking fine today!' or 'You've actually blessed me with your presence? I'm honoured!' or even that insufferable tap-tap of his cane. There was nothing. It was like all the inhabitants were dead…

No. He shook his head. No. It would not happen.

He took the stairs two at a time and slammed into Reaver's bedroom. A thorough search of the room revealed nothing but condoms. Many. Many. The Prince only hoped that they hadn't been used recently. Thank Avo, however, the bed was neat as a pin, no sign of recent use, for whatever reason. That alone made him feel the slightest, miniscule bit better.

But where was Lisbet? He leaned against the wall and then slid down it, crossing his long legs.

It was utterly hopeless. She was gone. It was as much her safety he was worried about because he knew how much Reaver cherished his bed mates. It was her personality. She was with Reaver, the most charming scoundrel known to man. The Prince knew how enrapturing the man was as he himself had felt the pull, even though he was not that way inclined. The was no way she would reject the deviant's advances, which would come, as she was nubile at the very least.

The Prince would only wish that she would resist his charms for as long as she could until the prince came to save her. But he knew that she could not last forever and sometime, she would succumb to the libertine. And if, when, she did; all would be lost. Her pureness, her innocence would all be destroyed. She'd be another one of Reaver's…puppets. Dolls of desire. Sure, she might be Reaver's favourite for a while, but one day he'd grow bored of her and toss her aside like the many others.

Over his dead body.

A slightly yellowed piece of parchment caught his eye suddenly and he wondered how he'd missed it. It was sticking out of a book named Reaver on Reaver. After a l-o-n-g session of eye-rolling, the Prince raised it to his face and began to read.

He read it a second time, and then a third to be sure. To hear her voice as she wrote the words.

Then he was gone, leaving the parchment on the ground.

Arthur,

Me. Reaver. Samarkand. Find me.

L x

Bam-bam-baaaaam! Ooooh, what next? Will Lisbet and her Prince be reunited? Will Lisbet finally join the Revolution? Or will she succomb to Mr. R's charms? Stay tuned!

Seriously though, please R and R. Your comments make my want to write! If you have any suggestions, too, they would be gratefully appreciated. And I'm sorry it's such a short chapter, I just needed this one over and done with to kept back to the juicy stuff. (") - (that's a penguin)

Yours Faithfully,

Lisbet. Unfortunately, not the Lisbet who gets the Prince and Reaver. Bitch. How unfair is that? :P

*hugs*