Remy and BellaDonna walked into the town. People parted ways for them. One man dropped everything he had and kneeled in front of them.

"Sir, you don't have to do that. Please, get up." Remy said. BellaDonna smacked him hard on the arm.

"Don't look down upon the peasents. You're a respected character in this country, and you need to act as such." BellaDonna scolded at him.

She was a petite woman with long, curly blonde hair and violet purple eyes. She always wore the color blue or purple.

"You aren't my mother." Remy stated, helping the man up.

"You don't even know who your mother is." BellaDonna muttered.

Remy glared at her, but ignored her statement. "Where are we even going?" He asked after he helped the man back up and walking with BellaDonna.

"You're father told me to take you out into town. He didn't tell me where to take you to." BellaDonna said.

Remy groaned. He hated going anywhere with her. He could not stand her.

He heard screaming and turned around where he heard it. Luckily for him, BellaDonna was too caught up in looking at some jewelry to notice anything but shiny diamonds.

His eyes widened at who he saw. It was the same little girl, Rahne, and that Rogue girl; along with some girl in red and black clad clothing.

Apparently Rogue, the girl in crimson, and the small girl were in some kind of disagreement. But Remy still wondered why Rogue screamed.

"Remy. Remy? REMY!" BellaDonna screamed to get said man's attention.

"Wha-huh?" Remy snapped his head towards an angery BellaDonna.

"Who is she?" BellaDonna asked, fire burning in her eyes as she tried to burn holes into Remy's head.

"You're always so paranoid. Have you ever once thought that maybe I saw a bird or something?" Remy asked

Bella frowned, she wasn't convinced. "I'm not convinced," She stated.

"Ofcourse you aren't. Someone could be telling you the God honest truth, and you'd swear up and down that they were lying to you!" Remy snapped at her, before walking away from her.

"Don't you dare walk away from me, Remy LeBeau!" BellaDonna screamed.

"I will dare to!" Remy yelled back at her.

He walked around, in search of The Rogue, but couldn't find her. He was almost ran over by a small dog.

"Chien muet..." Remy muttered, while rubbing his sore behind. He looked up and gasped. "Mon Dieu."

There was a slave auction with many people for sell. Remy was utterly disgusted by the sight of such things.

There must've been a group of auctioner's around the numbers of 200 or 400.

"$200, $300, $400-" The auchtioneer started the bidding.

Suddenly, The Rogue jumped onto some crates and he pointed her pistol at people in her right hand and wielded her sword in the other hand.

"How can you people be so cruel. They are human beings just like the rest of us. But no, you like to think that just because someone is different that they don't diserve rights like every human being. It's sickening. Just disgusting." The Rogue said, making another speach. "I want every one of you low-lifes to leave right now."

The girl in the red jumped on a seperate crate beside her, "You may want to listen to her."

Some man with white hair growing by his ears stepped forth, "And what's the worst you'll do?"

"Ah, the king's royal adviser, Robert Jefferson Kelly. Or now known as Edward Kelly." The Rogue said crouching down to look him in the eyes.

"Are you trying to intimidate me by knowing so much about me?" Kelly asked.

Rogue laughed, "No, that's not me trying to intimidate you." She pointed the gun up in the air and fired a warning shot. Everybody panicked and screamed, whilst she wore a evil smirk on her face. "Now, that's me trying to intimidate you."

The dog that nearly ran over Remy jumped on some crates and transformed into that one girl, Rahne.

"I'd suggest you all run away now." Rahne said, crossing her arms.

Kelly gulped and ran off. The Rogue's friends were almost finished freeing all the slaves when nearly 17 gaurds ran towards them.

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"Oh, no." Anna muttered, before running off. She did not need to get caught. There were so many people that needed her help.

Wanda and Rahne hopped on top of the stage-coach where the slaves were inside of and sped off, whilst Anna ran off in another direction.

"There she is! Grab her!" The gaurds screamed and chased her. One of them grabbed her cloak, causing her head to jerk back and in this motion, she made her mask fall off. She kicked one of the gaurds in the groin, and ran away from them.

She stopped at a corner to catch her breath.

"Where'd she go? Let's check over here." She heard the gaurds yell and go in another direction. She sighed with relief, before she was grabbed by the arm and dragged by the man from yesterday that had helped her.

"What are you doing?" She demanded as she shielded her face.

"Helping you." He told her as he lifted a secret trap door on the cobble-stone behind some barrels and jumped into the dark, still grasping her arm.

Anna looked around. It would be pitch black if not for the torches that surrounded the walls. It was a tunnel they were in. It was soggy and damp.

"Why did you bring me down here?" Anna demanded, angered by this strange man's actions. She had her hood up so he couldn't see her face.

"Do you want to get captured by them? Do you want to get sent to the guillotine?" He asked.

Anna was silent before slumping down on the ground.

"That's what I thought." He said. "You haven't thanked me yet."

Anna glared at him. "You've got some nerve, you know that? Demanding a thank you for helping me. Maybe I didn't want your help. You helped me, but did you bother to help those slaves?"

"Do you always make small speaches when you're annoyed or is it something to annoy others?" He asked.

Anna scoffed, "Like you're one to talk about annoying others."

"I know I annoy others, it's a talent I've learned to perfect over many years!" He yelled at her.

Her eyes widened, "Hush! Do you want them to find us?"

"These walls are sound proof and they'd never kill the king's son!" He blurted.

Anna bolted up to her feet and got into a fighting stance. "You're the King's son? You're Remy LeBeau? Typical." Her hood fell off, but she was too oblivious to notice.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Remy asked.

"It means that I finally realize why I dispise you so! You're a LeBeau! I've already noticed that you are arrogant, rude, and I you have a bit of self-absorbance." Anna said.

Remy got up fast. "That's my father, not me! I can already sense you're ill tempered, stubborn, and very messed up in the head."

Anna glared at him, "You think you know everything. You have no idea what I've gone through! Unlike, you, I wasn't born into privilege. I-"

"I was adopted!" Remy yelled at her.

Anna stopped talking and looked at him, "What?"

"I was abonded as a young child and Jean-Luc adopted me." Remy said.

"So you respect that monster?" Anna asked.

"No. I dispise the man. He's horrible. I'm waiting for him to die so I can take the thrown and fix this country the way it needs to be fixed."

Anna's glare softened, "I...had no idea."

"Well, if you'd stop giving speaches every two seconds, you may learn something." Remy slumped down to the floor and smirked up at her. "Where's your mask?"

Anna's eyes widened. She'd completely forgotten that she wasn't wearing her mask. And she that she was exposing her identity to the King's son.

Remy laughed when he saw the scared look on her face, "Don't worry. I won't tell anyone."

Anna gave him a skeptical look.

"I may be Jean-Luc LeBeau's son, but I do have a heart." Remy stated. She kept a skeptical look on her face, but replaced it with a quirked eyebrow when he patted on the spot of the floor beside him. "Go ahead. Sit. I don't bite."

Anna sighed and sat down. "How much longer until we can go back outside?"

"Probably a couple hours." Remy shrugged. "So, will you ever tell me your real name?"

Anna looked away, "Priscilla."

"Hmm...It's pretty name but it doesn't quite suit you, Chere." Remy said.

"I know..." Anna muttered. She couldn't believe she just gave the King's son her mother's name. "Wait, did you just call me 'chere'?"

"It suits you better." Remy stated simply.

"Whatever."

"Well, Priscilla, I'm willing to start over. I'm Remy and I don't claim my father." Remy said, holding his hand out for her to shake.

Anna rolled her eyes and tentivelly shook his hand.

Remy smiled big at her, "This is a beginning of a beautiful friendship, Chere."

"I'm already regretting it."