Just want to quickly say hi. Hi. Anyhoo, I'm just warning you now - This is my first game fanfic but after playing Fable as a rebel princess and then not being able to romance the roguish soldier, I needed to write about those two. This is just the prologue but I have got the next bit written up - I just want to see how well this is received so reviews are love :)

Since childhood, since the innocent days spent running barefoot through the quiet hamlet of Gunk, Ben Finn knew how to handle a gun. His eleventh birthday was one of those rare joyful moments when his family could put their poverty stricken life behind them to laugh together, if only for one night. That was the day his older brothers, a gang of three who got by on pennies swindled from the honest townsfolk, pooled their stolen coins together to buy Ben his first pellet gun. Even after the many years that have been since that small boy's birthday, Ben can still remember the jeers at father's poor aim and the cheering as Ben himself shot down one home made target after the other.

From that day the times filled with happiness faded, and a shadow settled over Ben, embracing his family in darkness, snuffing out each light one by one. Either through violence, law, crime, grief or drink, Ben found himself suddenly alone in the world, with only his impressive marksmanship to his name.

But wherever he thought his gun would take him, Ben never imagined himself joining the Royal Army of Albion. But join it he did, admittedly he didn't have much of a choice, but with the choice he did have, joining the army seemed the right way to go. Especially with an angry and humiliated army officer looming over him after Ben just bested him at a shooting competition in front of the officer's men.

Whatever the reason for joining, Ben thrived in uniform. Not only did he look as handsome as ever, something he certainly found helpful with the ladies he was forever chasing, but standing beside other young wandering souls with the strict yet caring eye of Major Swift looking over them, Ben had found a family once more.

But as hard as his life had been, Ben had seen nothing yet. All the years of hardship and gruelling work soon shrunk to mere stepping stones to one singular moment that would change everything for the young soldier.

For others it was the start of revolution.

For others it was the woman that would save Albion.

For him it was the woman that would capture his heart.