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Sunday

This is a fic for Fable 3. Not everyone likes the game but I fell in love with Ben Finn so I decided to write a short story. I will upload in parts as it feels more easier to break down. So welcome to Part one. Part two will be uploaded in a few hours.

Fable 3 Fic Reader/Ben Finn Mentions P1: Sadness. Mornings.

It's been five years since the darkness came, and five years since Walter left. Being a Queen was hard without him. He always told you that you’d be a great ruler; but sometimes you wish to feel his warm presence by your side just once more. Everyone disbanded after the darkness was defeated. Page, Ben, Kalin. All vanished into their own lives. You cant blame them after what they went through nonetheless it felt lonely. But your duties as a monarch remained and a new dawn approached Albion.

And as any other day, the sun shone brightly through the drapes of the palace and fluttered softly from the breeze. You moaned at the brightness and turned over; spreading yourself out as much as possible You preferred to sleep in your old room above the kitchens since it was much more calmer than the hustle of the main castle. You could smell the cooks baking fresh bread for breakfast down below, the scent drifting up; calling for you to start the day. You shifted yourself up and gazed out the window to the powerful statue of Walter.

‘Good morning, Walter. It's a lovely morning’ you smiled and saluted him before hauling yourself out of the warm cotton sheets. You yawned and wondered why your steward had not knocked loudly to tell you the duties of the day yet. Grinning you remembered it was Sunday, the one day where you're free to embark on whatever adventure pleases you. Hurrying to make the most of the joyous day, you pushed aside the mannequin that was adorned with your royal robes and instead put on a more practical attire. But of course you were never unarmed as you always brandished your magical gauntlets and a blade hidden by your hip.

Pulling on your comfortable leather ankle boots, something glinted and glistened in the corner of your eye; the Royal Crown perched on top of a pillow called you for responsibility. You scoffed and grabbed a cobalt blue cloak before rushing out of the room and down the brick stairs. As usual your pooch was already awake and pestering the kitchens for a hearty breakfast, handmade by the chef. The pup didn't accompany you on Sundays as it would reveal that you were the Queen, but he liked to do his own adventure by digging up bones that he had buried the previous weekend in the castle's grounds and much to the royal gardeners dismay he liked to hide them in fresh flower patches. Briskly walking over to the kitchen doors, you gave your dog a quick belly rub before the chef came out with a large bowl of food.

"Morning, your Majesty. Where are you off to this divine Sunday?" smiled the chef as he bowed and put the brass bowl down, watching as your beloved friend chows down.

"Good morning to you too. Well, i'm not quite sure but i'll see where the day takes me as always!" You beamed and gave him a wave before turning on your heels towards the library. The library was peaceful and serene compared to the rest of the world so you liked to grab a book before heading out for the day. As you scanned the dusty shelves for something you haven't read yet, you glided you hand across the tables and accidentally knocked a scroll of paper off onto the floor. Picking it up you saw ‘The Life and Adventures of Ben Finn’ scrawled across the top in black ink. Hm. Wonder where he is? Probably in some poor woman's bloomers. You thought snickering. Placing it back down you picked up a tattered copy of an old fairy tale of good triumphing over evil from a nearby shelf and whisked yourself hastily out of the castle towards Bowerstone market.

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