This is my first fanfiction I'm actually posting online (not my first ever written) it's random, I thought of it at midnight last night. Not quite done, but no I don't own Fable 3 or anyone in it.

Tell me what you think… :]

Albion's newly appointed Hero Queen felt that the high placed sun and faint nippy chill meant that today was a fine day to go hunting for Balverines. While Rummaging through the woods at the base of one of Mistpeak's highest mountains a smile tugged at her heart shaped lips as Hobson; who she brought along simply for the amusement of watching him scream like a little girl, tripped over a thin stump embedded in the iced soil, his wide frame toppled over dirtying his finely pressed red suit. "Oh Hobs…" she muttered with a roll of her eyes "You must consider loosing weight for you may just roll down a hill someday!"

Hobson struggled to pick himself up, his chubby hands freezing as they sunk into the loose soil surrounding them, "I shall consider your majesty, but it is so hard these days…" the Queen snorted and raised her gun level with her shoulders "Go find me a Balverine to kill, would you?" she flicked an eyebrow at him and winked while giving him a wry smile that drove his skin to pale. While brushing himself off Hobson replied shakily "I do believe that is what Master Reaver has just gone to do, my lady…" She waved his response off and began to stalk deeper into the woods, Hobson followed close behind being sure to stay directly in his Majesty's footsteps to avoid dirtying his shoes anymore then they already were. The Queen exhaled with boredom and finally spoke while not looking at her advisor "I plan to win this round—but I cannot if you don't serve as bait…I promise I won't actually let them get you Hobson its just to lure them out!"

She heard him gasp and could feel the terrified scowl reach across his mouth. "You know if Jasper were here, he'd do it in a flash—oh he was such a faithful servant!" she mused with a flattered sigh, letting her shoulders relax and her gun fall to her side for a moment then quickly spring back up to attention. Hobson's chattering breath silenced behind her, she smirked as she heard his heavy footsteps passing through the icy ground as he walked up to be several feet in front of her saying with fake confidence "I won't let you down my Queen!"

They walked cautiously for some time, hearing nothing but birds and the crackling of icicles suspended high in the treetops. Hobson was whimpering with every breath he took and the Queen stared at his shivering back with an entertained expression 'he's sure bait, being so wide and meaty…" she thought narrowing her eyes 'but where are all the damn Balverines? There's usually so many!'

Suddenly a man came running full speed and screaming from the brush to the left of them where the mountain base took a curvaceous turn inward creating a trench in the mountainside which was filled past a foot with powdery snow. He was thin with buzz cut brown hair, and was bleeding from a large gaping gash in his forehead. Hobson let out a blazing squeal, jumping away as the man passed him, not long after he bolted across their path did a large chocolate brown grit ridden Balverine the size of a three grown men come in mid lunge out of nowhere howling with teeth splattering saliva all over the pathway. The Queen hurried herself to shoot the creature but before even managing to cock her gun the sound of another pistol burst out inside the trench and the Balverine cried out, letting its claws retract and limbs go limp. It skidded to the ground inches away from where the brown haired man fell onto his face in the ice, he screamed out painfully once again at the fact his face had scraped across the frigid surface leaving it momentarily numb.

She cursed loudly, lowing her gun in an angry gesture she pulled her thick coat deeper over her chest. Hobson calmed his heart, eyes bugging out at the creature that now lay dead before them.

"Very good Landon—your talents as bait are that of professional standards!"

Reaver came trudging through the snow with gun in hand; he brushed his legs free of powder and stood before the beast admiring its dirty matted fur with distaste. He looked to his new butler who was struggling to keep his hands balanced as he lifted himself up then to the Queen who was expressionless a few feet away. He smiled cheerfully while saying "Point for me!" then rested his boot against the already hardening stomach of the creature. The Queen holstered her Bonesmasher pistol and folded her arms, leaning to the side she retorted "You surely cheated…how do I know that isn't one of yours you just shot?"

He furrowed his black eyebrows "Mine?" Landon drunkenly made his way to his boss's side, holding the back of his head and blinking continuously as if trying to regain his vision. The Queen's eyes widened at the gaping slice across his forehead which was bleeding down his face like a mini waterfall "Oh Avo did they get you good!" she stifled an astonished laugh. "Ah!" Reaver spoke up suddenly, recalling what she had meant "My little friends, which may I remind you—you slaughtered most of them in my ballroom, are much cleaner then this brute…why ever would I associate with such a mutt?" he pushed his boot deep into the creatures stomach until he heard a rib snap, it made him laugh a little to himself. "—as for that cut on my dear Landon's face, no Balverine is responsible…"

"You did that to him? So you did cheat!"

"I didn't cheat, honey, I merely put some thought into my strategy!"

"You don't get any points, so you're not winning…because you cheated!" Hobson backed away slightly in fear; maybe his Queen would cut his forehead to even out the score. But when she simply stood and had a brief staring contest with Reaver he was able to take a few relieving breaths. Reaver held his arms up and rolled his eyes "Why should you be the rule maker here, are we not allowed to add a little spice to this hunt?" his typical smile disappeared from his face and he put his gun away to give him time to rake his fingers through his hair adjusting its style. "I'm the Queen, my word is law!" she stuck her face up and looked at him through the bottoms of her eyes, her stubbornness brought his smile back almost instantly. "You just don't want to loose the bet, that's all!" he toyed, his voice growing eager and wise; he wagged a finger at her and removed his foot from the corpse. "Landon!" the boy, now holding his cut up head trying to calm his churning stomach looked up at his Master through bloodshot eyes "yes Master Reaver?"

"You have two seconds to get that tail moving before I make you!" he gave the boy a playful shove being sure to lean his chest close enough to make him nervous before Landon took off running deeper into the woods. Reaver watched him until he was barely visible through the trees then turned and stepped three wide strides to stand before the Queen "Two more simple kills, and I get to see that interesting birthmark I've heard so much about that you have under that lovely blouse of yours…" he didn't hesitate to speak loud enough for Hobson to hear, his voice husky and enthralling. Holding her dominance she stared into his eyes with shaking impatience, "I will win this…" she explained "that way you can't pester me with the Millfields factory idea anymore!" she poked his chest with a gloved finger and he huffed with sarcasm, grasping her hand in his he gave it a forceful squeeze "Sure, if you want to hold onto that dismal hopeless thought be my guest…but I always get what I want!"

"Every dog has its day!" she growled back, pushing her head upwards towards his as she said it making him back up with his own and grin wider at her playfulness. He released her hand and quickly traced her cleavage line with his finger before she had a chance to realize "I'm looking forward to winning again!" he purred. She shoved his chest making him back away and she cursed at him in an inaudible tone that sounded like a rumbling motor from one of his factories. Reaver bowed his head at her and turned to follow the direction in which his assistant took off; thinking in his head if there was even anything left of the poor sod to find. The Queen clenched her fist around the handle of her pistol with half a mind to shoot the bastard as he strutted away in his overpriced white coat and thick leather cuffed boots. No cane or hat today; much too hazardous a situation to put those prized items through. "Hobs…" she muttered quietly through her teeth, her voice seeming calm enough. "Yes Madam? Do you wish to go back to the carriage now?" he asked his voice full of hope. She spun on her heel and met his eyes pulling out her hunting knife in the process; motioning with a finger she coaxed softly "Come here…"