He was framed for High Treason.

To explain what went wrong it is probably better to explain how the society of the Cravian Empire works, it is a messy kingdom ruled by the famous Paladin Empress Juliana Starhammer who had built this Empire from the ruins of her father's old kingdom after he had fallen from an invasion of am army put together by a group of beginner Keepers who had been people her father had made enemies of by different means. The lands had been reduced to ruins and it had taken the young Empress ten years to rebuild and expand the small country into a bright Empire.

She had a pair of daughters, twins, born from a formal copulation between herself and her High General, who had helped her through the entire campaign, though he had died from an ambush when riding through the forest of Reedburgh. Both her children were born before the whole campaign, and raised away from their mother who was constantly out in battle. The empress had been fifteen when she gave birth to the twins, and in her age of twenty five she still maintained her famous beauty, which her children seemed to be getting as well.

Jessica was the older twin, about ten minutes, and was known for her apparent potential in holy magic, making her future as a priestess secure. While the younger sister was showing excellence prowls as a warrior of justice, a warrior, not a paladin, as she had no real magical abilities or talents.

The society of Cravian was built on the concept of Honor, Valor and Goodness, justice was a must for all, there were no rooms for assassins, thieves and bandits in this holy Empire. But such **** order has not always good effects, as the rules were followed by the letter, **** punishments were put to those who committed even the lowest of law breaking. Stealing an apple would end up with either one hour in the stock per apple or one whip lash per apple. Punching someone, unless in self defense, was punished by a day in the stock or twenty lashes, if it was under the influence of **** the punishment might be reduced a little. Not paying your taxes in time? Confiscation of property, assets or similar. Cheating on your wife or husband ended up with either castration, public humiliation or worse, gang banged by the male, or female, members of the one the husband or wife cheated on. **** was often put down to executions, castrations, gang bangs or a combination of two or all three of these.

In short the high and holy Cravian Empire was as strict as a Inquisitor testing, or rather torturing, for witches, jews, heretics and so on. If you didn't follow the law to the letter you were on a switch way to get the law beaten into you until you broke, were killed or learned the law. This allows many to **** their powers, using the influence of the law for their benefits, accusing someone of ****, leave them with the **** weapon after drugging them, instant reward for the information and you even get away with ****. Several assassin guilds were expanded for this purpose, there were a deep corruption in Cravian and the Empress had no clue about it. She was not a politician, as long as she felt that her laws were followed and that those who broke them were punished was all good in her opinion.

So when Carlos Shardock went to the capital city of Cravian, Honva the City of Light, with a large caravan of goods to trade for the yearly celebration of the Empire's birth, it came as no surprise that he joined the festivities. Long story short, he drank some wine during a party in the mansion Deviene, and had a wonderful time with the hostess, the beautiful noblewoman Sandra Havendale, a Duchess well known for her sensual looks and deep connection with the Empress, being her cousin and all. He remember him pumping into the Duchess' panting body and cumming into her womb with his thick phallus when suddenly he felt something sharp penetrate his neck and he fell ****.

Carlos woke up in a cell, dressed in his worn traveler outfit, he felt sick and dizzy. crawling to his feet he looked around in confusion when suddenly two guards entered the chamber and grasped his arms without a word and pulled him along out of the cell. "W-what is going on?" The trader muttered softly as he looked around, everything in a blur for his vision, his hangover, along with the **** that knocked him out, making it hard to make out details.

He found himself pushed into the royal throne room where the Empress was sitting on her throne, dressed in her armor, a teary eyed Duchess Havendale sitting on a chair next to the large throne. The Empress glared at the trader and barked out, making him wince from the loud noise blaring through his skull. "Baron Shardock! You are brought here today for taking advantage of Duchess Havendale's hospitality and stealing several highly classified documents and selling them to the forces of darkness, the Keepers! You are under the charges of High Treason! How do you plead!?"

Angry mumbles and shocked gasps filled the throne room, the Trade Baron rubbed his eyes and shook his head clear, the words making the world way clearer then he would have liked it to be. "W-what? I have never in my life traded with anyone of the Underworld! I was having a good time during the festival when I get shoot by a dart and wake up in a dungeon and is then accused of being a traitor to my country!? did you even bother to check me if I was poisoned!?"

"The Duchess has told me in detail about your, enjoyments, and the only reason why I am not having you executed is because of your advancement of the trade of our nation! If you cannot defend yourself against these accusations then I am **** to take immediate action to make sure you cannot do so again."

Glaring at the Empress the trader felt a deep rage fill his heart, he had spent his entire life serving his Empire loyally, he had established trade between their scattered regions, brought people together, made their economy flourish within just six years. And now, without even any solid evidence except the words of a Duchess who had probably planted all this on him for some wicked reason of entertainment, the Trade Duke felt that he had been dealt a deep wound, a wound of a deep betrayal.

"What can I possible say to change your mind oh wise Empress? You would rather believe the words of a Duchess just because she is your cousin rather then speak to those who was at her party, why not ask the servants who lead me and her to her room? Who not ask those who saw us necking at the balcony? No, you won't believe me even if I showed up diagrams! You are so high strung in how you believe your empire to be perfect and pure, nothing could possible go wrong ,especially not amongst your family. Well as I am going to be punished anyway I shall speak out! This empire is rotten to the core! People abuses the law to take from others! The law is manipulated to gain power by the nobility, women are used as constant tax payment through the Cheating Punishments where they are traded from family to family through those fuck party punishments you established. This is no holy Empire, it is an empire of sin, every possible sin has been committed here, even you my dear Empress is not perfect, the smell of Vanity and Pride runs deep in you!"

"Silence! You are hereby banished for life Carlos Shardock! Your company shall be given to the Duchess! Your entire family shall be punished for YOUR crimes!" Even with her voice the people could tell that the Empress had been shaken by his words, though she had rather used them to fuel her anger then to let the possibility of her Empire not being perfect to enter her mind.

Even as the guards dragged him away the trader shouted out in fury at the Empres, his voice echoing out loudly through the entire castle, as if cursing every single stone of the palace of the so called holy empire. "You shall pay for this betrayal! The way you throw away those who have done their all to help maintain this shit hole of an Empire! You shall pay for this! Do you hear me Juliana Starhammer!? YOU SHALL PAY FOR THIS!!!!!"

They drove him on a cart towards the border of the Empire, Carlos watched his entire life fall apart, and of course no one raised a hand to help, support or protest, the pull of the Empire was too strong, no one dared oppose it, not even for the right reasons. Given a bag of gold, a dagger, some water and food, along with a map, the men left the trader outside the great walls of the border. Carlos spat at the Empire, a changed man, dark thoughts filling his head as he wandered through the unknown parts outside of his homeland. He kept wandering for days, running dangerously low on water and food, having to eat wild fruits, drink from springs and rivers, his clothes thorn and smelly. For a month he kept wandering until suddenly as he walked through a forest his foot broke through the soil next to a large oak tree and with a shout the trader found himself falling down into the darkness, falling **** against solid stone, faintly spotting something pulsign with a red glow nearby, before everything turns black.