It was evening in the capital and Beyond the horizon, the sun illuminated the shimmering haze of pollution as Aetreon was slowly industrializing through caesar's policies.. In the far distance, the silhouette of the skyline pierced through the warm glow like a jagged mountain ridge. Millions of lights caused the dense mass of building to glitter. People were needle points and wagons were blood cells flowing through the veins of the city. The city's residents were somewhat happy for the peace caesar had bought but still wary of the tinnish.

Alexia was still following beagle around except much more glum. She looked terrible in her new outfit and yearneed for something more acceptable

Alexia: Beagle, Will you ever tell me where we are going?

The princess asked. Beagle sighed and replied with:

Beagle: Well I don't know…

Alexia; What do you mean " You don't know?"

Beagle: Milady, I didn't plan for this! Escaping from the castle was your idea, Remember!

Alexia: Well Certainly, But… Y-You should still know your way around!

Beagle: *Sigh*

Beagle sighed and kept walking with alexia following suit.

Drunkard: *Yarr*

A drunk man approached them. He was carrying a bottle of alcohol in one hand and a piece of bread in the other.

Beagle: Can I help you sir?

Drunkard: Y-Yeah. Is that yours?

He pointed to alexia.

Alexia: huh?

Beagle: What do you mean?

Drunkard: Is that your- *Belch* S-Sex slave?

Alexia scoffed, Offended by the drunk man's claim.

Alexia: How dare you, sir!

Alexia: I'll have you know that I'm the-

Beagle: -Yes. She is my slave.

Beagle said interrupting her.

Alexia: B-Beagle?

Beagle: She is my indeed my slave, who is being a bit too mouthy, Right now.

He colluded. Alexia sighed and stopped talking.

Beagle: May I ask why You are asking sir?

Drunkard: She's hot and makes me feel "Stiff" Down there.

Alexia: Gross…

Drunkard: *Belch* I don't care if she's your sex slave or your fart slave. I want her. *Hic*

Beagle: Well, She's Not for sale.

Alexia: Yeah! I'm not for Sale!

The drunkard frowned angrily.

Drunkard: I'm Not taking 'no' for an answer.

The drunkard pulled out a dagger. It was round with a pointed edge and steel frame.

Drunkard: Hiyah!

He staggered forward trying to stab beagle. His movements were very slow and choreographed, Making it easy for beagle to dodge.

Beagle: *sigh*

Beagle wound up his arm and punched the drunkard with a sweeping right-jab to the cheek. The drunkard and fell down to the ground, His alcohol bottle falling to the ground.

The crowd around him gasped and it caused quite a scene.

Alexia: You didn't have to do that, beagle.

Beagle: He didn't have to call you a slave, but he make his choice.

Alexia: Um… By the way.

Alexia: - There's slavery in aetreon!?

She said startled.

Beagle: Oh alexia, You sweet summer child….

Beagle shook his head.

Beagle: Yes. There is slavery milady.

Alexia's face turned to worry.

Alexia: How? W-why?

Beagle: Most of them are either bought from Ankhlan or captured in the Karenian islands.

Alexia: That's awful! How could anyone do such a thing?

Beagle: They justify it by saying that slaves are not human. -And they're right in some cases because half of all slaves are Elves from the Karenian islands.

Alexia: What about the others?

Beagle: They're "Heretics" from Anklan. Basically just people who the pharaoh doesn't like and enslaves.

Alexia's heart turned to mush as she realized the moral depravity of aetreon. The country she imagined would never have anything close to slavery.

Beagle: Something wrong?

Alexia: Everything! Aetreon should be the liberator not the enslaver!

Beagle: I wish it was so, Milady. The state of Aetreon is pitiful.

Beagle Relented.

Alexia: I wish it wasn't so, My dreams have basically been dashed….

Beagle: Hey. That's not true. If it makes you feel any better they technically aren't slaves. There "Indentured servants."

Alexia: *Sigh* Thanks beagle.

Alexia looked at the ground where the drunkard had lay.

Beagle: I suppose we should take this fellow to an infirmary?

Alexia: I guess.

Beagle: Alright then!

Beagle grabbed the man by the shoulders and lifted him up.

*Shink*
Something rolled out of his pockets.
it was a Brown alcohol bottle with it's cork still in tact. On the side of it was a label with the words "Important Disclosure!" on it. A note Lay under that label, In which Alexia Read the title.

Alexia: "To His majesty- From the rebels"