Today marked the beginning of the Millenial Fair, celebrating the thousandth year since the founding of the Kingdom of Guardia. In actuality, this was a yearly fair that celebrated the founding, but King Guardia thought it was a good idea to give the fair a different name. This name change greatly confused foreigners, and gave the people in the nearby southern nation of Porre another thing to scoff at.
For many of the people of Truce, the capital of the Kingdom of Guardia, this fair was what they looked forward to every year. Children, inspired by the annual event, grow up hoping to create their own inspiration for future generations. Artisans bring their best works to, hopefully, have their names known and their talent sought after. For most, the fair was simply another thing in life to enjoy, and for others, it was a place to escape to.
A youth smirked as he glanced down at the ground.
"I knew there was a good reason why we had all this drapery hanging everywhere."
He continued his descent down a tall, stone structure. Suddenly, he felt something in the fabric he was gripping.
"Oh no.. did someone find.."
He looked up. There did not seem to be anyone at the window. His eyes opened widely as he realized what was happening. The fabric was quickly tearing under his weight. He reached up to climb, but the fabric gave way.
"... Accursed weaver and his falsehoods..!"
"Beatrix... Beatrix, dear, it's time to get up."
Practicing her invasion of privacy, Beatrix's mother stepped inside of Beatrix's room. She pulled open the curtains with gusto, flooding the room with sunlight.
Beatrix's Mother: Ah, I do love hearing that bell in the morning.