There she sat, the Queen of Albion, upon her throne. Her once casual posture now tempered into the straight backed woman who's presence now commanded the room. Her face racked clean of the insecurities and ignorance of the wondering princess she had once been, leaving a stern unreadable expression on the now seasoned Queen.
The Queen sat there waiting, her eyes fixed on the ornate double doors that stood closed at the end of her throne room.
The doors opened, pushed inward by two footmen on either side. A slender man entered, his stride smooth but hurried with the weight of importance.
"Your Majesty" addressed the pointed nosed page, in a dramatic bow, his powdered wig tilting as he did so.
The Queen nodded her acknowledgement.
"Master Reaver has arrived as requested".
"Show him in" commanded the Queen, her voice echoing in the empty Hall.
The page bowed again, and curtly disappeared through the doors. It was only moments before the doors once again opened, only this time it was Reaver who waltzed in. Almost instantly the air was charged with the overwhelming presence of two heroes.
She watched as the tall, pale man casually strolled up to the foot of her thrown.
"Your Majesty!" Greeted Reaver, whipping off his black top hat and pressing it against his chest in an almost theatrical bow.
"To what do I owe this tremendous pleasure?" Purred Reaver, his voice dripping with sarcasm and charm.
"Can you honestly say you haven't the slightest suspicion on why I summoned you here today, Reaver?" Asked the Queen, her gaze studding him.
The corner of his mouth twitched, as a suggestive thought flickered through his corrupted mind.
"I'm sure I haven't the slightest idea what our esteemed Queen thinks of" he said instead.
The Queen's eyebrow arched, not amused.
"You, Mr. Reaver, are here in regards to your life".
Reaver's brow lifted, " my life?".
"Yes" replied the Queen, "and it's possible discontinuation".
Reaver smirked, his thin dark arched eyebrow lifting in amusement, " forgive me if I don't gasp in shock, or wail on despair, your Majesty, but this isn't the first time my life has been threatened, and I dare say it won't be the last".
The Queen crossed her legs, and stared into those cruel dark brown eyes and weighed her next words.
"I am not threatening you Reaver. It is the citizens of Albion that call for your head".
Reaver chuckled, "your brother, Logan, would often threaten to hand me to the people as well, but they were always empty threats, because he knew I was too valuable. I trust that you, my Queen, are equally wise".
Annoyance flickered across the Queen's face at the mention of her brother, but left as quickly as it came.
"The matter isn't in my hands, but rather that of Albion's citizens. Your questionable activities have made enemies of the city, Reaver, and they demand justice for the years of mistreatment by you".
"Me?!" Exclaimed Reaver, in mock disbelief, "I who provide jobs and futures for them?".
The Queen's eyes narrowed as she gazed down upon the sly figure.
"Employing children in factories is not a future. And a family can barely survive off of the wages you pay".
"It's impossibly to make everyone happy" sighed Reaver.
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