A Match In Heaven From Hell

Chapter One

This story is on my fanfiction.net account: ObsessedFableFreak (as linked somewhere on this story) but I have since paused writing it to rethink the plot, make any adjustments needed and focus on studying, BUT, I've recently been back at the grind and am ready to start writing again.

First of all, I will adjust any errors or plot gaps; then I will plan future chapters accordingly and start writing again because it is really annoying not to be writing. So, give me time to clear out the dust bunnies in my mind and then I'll be off writing once again! Without further ado, let’s do this thing! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own fable or any of the characters or plot; it belongs entirely to Lionhead studios I am just doing this as this for fun because this is what I would have liked to have happened. I am not the best writer and this is my first fanfiction so I am really going to try my best, any constructive criticism will be taken on board and will help me to make my writing better!

Chapter one:

Reaver was bored.

He was growing increasingly bored of the endless nights with prostitutes which once brought him pleasure. He wanted to stop this life and find someone who could replace his childhood sweetheart who was taken away from him because of his fear of death. The only problem was that everyone knew what his lifestyle was like, the sex, the money oh and of course the fact that he liked to shoot people for no apparent reason whatsoever. They were all too scared to associate with him, for fear of their own lives.

But there was one girl who did not have any fears talking to the deviant, the Queen, Rose. Rose had just led a rebellion and overthrown her brother Logan, and a year after that she had defeated the crawler, a creature of darkness that threatened to destroy Albion. Everyone knew she had taken after their mother, Sparrow. That she too was a mighty hero.

No one however knew how lonely she was, stuck in the castle alone ruling over Albion. But this wasn't the first time Reaver had realised that he had feelings for Rose, no. In her early teenage years he had caught her practising with Sir Walter Beck many times, he had known that she possessed hero blood, the same hero blood that her mother had possessed. He had always known that she was destined for great things.

Rose however despised Reaver, after seeing him shoot a man just for protesting about their rights, then almost being killed alongside her best friend page at the hands of his little 'game' the wheel of misfortune. Oh how she longed to rip his throat out. But no, she had to be the perfect queen. She was always careful to keep her temper at bay because she did have a very short temper and Logan had always known this and stepped carefully around his younger sibling.

He would often have a habit of using the wrong words when talking to her and instantly regretting them when he saw she was furious. Logan too had known that there was something different about his little sister, that she was more powerful than any other girl at her age. He had made it his priority to protect her and keep her from any harm.

Reaver sat back thinking of ways he could talk to the queen, to get to know her a little more. He had only had short conversations with her and from those conversations he had deduced that she was a perfect reflection of Sparrow, sarcastic, witty and oh so beautiful.

She was the complete opposite to her brother who was the reflection of their father Lloyd, a normal man, who was neither extremely attractive, nor ugly just normal, standard and boring. Reaver decided that he would try and talk to her at the upcoming ball to be held in Bowerstone Castle.

Meanwhile, Rose was having her usual nightmares of the night that her mother had passed away. She was there next to sparrow as she passed holding her left hand, Logan the right, Walter and Jasper stood next to them. Then she closed her eyes as if she were simply going to sleep.