I wake up early in the morning, before the sun is even up. Daybreak. I put on my boots and my conical hat as I head out to the fields. The air is humid and crisp, and the only sound is the birds chirping. Summer is on the horizon. And I am still away from the politics of the nation. Away from the capital. Away from Kehina. I start my day by checking on the roots. My pumpkins and such. I water them, weed them, and make sure they're healthy.

“Hey…” says one of the guards from the distant guard post office.

"Well, this is strange. Is the realm in a state of emergency? I can see the royal soldiers are everywhere. Might be searching for something…" as it crosses to my mind.

A several cohorts soon then approach me to where I am - in the fields. They make a rather annoying get up when they are about to confront me. Acting all mighty and flaunting those medals hanging around their chests. One of the guards acts scummy towards me while the other scoundrel is about to trounce me head-on. Post-haste. They grab my neckband in a disrespectful way, blurting: “What are you doing here, pumpkin picker? Or should I say- - … the lowest among the lowest.” where the rest of the crew laughs along to the corny joke. One of the guards is still hanging onto my collar where he hoists me up violently, as he proceeds to slap me in the face, he utters: "Answer the damn question, you plebeian! Someone is talking to you!" raising his voice to look himself menacing.

I am sure that they are one of us and I am aware that there's a civil war embroiling inside the capitol. I am not so sure why these soldiers misidentify people in the process. Do I really look that suspicious? The grasp of the ward has been utterly tightened and he is harming me that much. And the nice lady over there comes to save me from this situation. She is fast approaching us. Until we get a closer look, a Verlassene? The unit is witnessing a hazing before her presence - me as the victim ganging me up. Particularly, I think I see this individual quite often. She detests bullying and power tripping. Oh, I remember her name now! It is 'Maison'! Of course, she won't be overlooking what's happening here.

"Gentlemen, do you think what you're doing is illegal? Are you aware of that, gentlemen?" Maison makes the first move, as she steps over the occurrence.

The rest among the abusers don't really matter who bump to them. With the look of disgust on Maison's face, she confronts my bullies face-to-face and reasons up with; saying: "... gentlemen, perhaps, you should reconsider doing things you ought not to do. You are mistakenly accusing a man who is probably unarmed and defenseless. And it's kinda dick, in my opinion." perpetually where she lectures them once more. The wrongdoers don't budge at all as they ignore the counsel of a Verlassene. To add insult to the injury, they disparage her by mentioning her bust size which is barely hit to the attractiveness measure. "Missy? Are you a lady? Or a kid? A kid would be befitting for you." as the man shoves me down where he focuses his attention towards the woman during the mockings of Maison, they all laugh.

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What they have uttered are totally in the personal spectrum. She is too short for an average height. Very, very light for a standardized mass. Lastly and most importantly, her bust size is incompetent to the universal size, says these jerks who catfished a woman whom they probably don't know. She is one of the cream of the crop of the Verlassene. These men have the audacity to even hurt an official of the inner circle and discredit that they are harassing a special trooper. I stand up on my own feet, I unveil my hat off my head. Revealing my identity to them. This is, however, whether they will recognize or whatnot.

Maison gasps, as she genuflects; bowing her head: "Milord, how am I blessed to see you." and it seems she only knows who I am.

While the rest of the royal guards seem baffled why Maison, a Verlassene, is taking a knee before my presence. They just burst out laughing when Maison does that to show her respect towards me. These men continue to do their mischief in front of me.

"Bow, you fools!" Maison exclaims.

"To whom?" as one of the royal buffoons replies.

"Do you not recognize who he is?" referring to me, as Maison presents me in a stunning fashion.

"A peasant?" the man reacts; where the several men, who are part of the royal guards whose duty is to protect Lady Anda and her royal consorts (with the inclusion of myself), laughs at the joke.

"Not only you belittle me, at least, show some respect towards the lords of Kehina." she explains, where they are trembling out of their misdeeds and cowering in fear for their actions.

Later then, they concede by genuflecting and bowing their heads. When they realize their mistakes committed on me as they are folded like a flimsy paper in one-go. Under the divine will of Kehina bestowed by Lady Anda herself, I should be punishing them in an instant. An immediate deliberation! How gutsy they are, putting me like this! Of course, I am both upset and mad. These royal guards have failed to distinguish my standings in this nation and dare to put me out like this? How abashing… and whose responsibility is that? I would like to say it's Lady Anda's fault. I hate to say this but this is the missive of her incompetence.

"Milord, I'm giving you-... presenting you a shed of my apology on behalf of these illiterate goons." referring to the guards, she preciously lowers down herself.

"Please forgive our impertinence, milord. We didn't mean to-..."

"Stop the blabbering, will you guys? Cut the crap out! I didn't expect to witness these atrocious activities that you are employing." I interrupt him, lecturing them about the things that they've done as per my assumptions.

"So, this is where our taxes are going to? In a broadlight, you seem civil and servitude towards Lady Anda's and Lady Wellicia's wills. When the night falls and even when nobody's watching, you do what you deemed fit according to your judgments. How awful."

"But, Lord-..."

I shush them out by disrupting one of the guards right away, continuing: "No! The economy has plummeted. We all expected that. But, no one should be allowed to do this extortion thing in the name of those badges dangling around your breastplates. We should all suffer the same fate. We are striving too. It just happens that war is looming…" as most of them seem to disapprove of my point I am giving upon these dirty regal guards.