CHARACTERS IN SCENE:
PRINCE: Prince of Medi, an idealistic teenager who’s in love with Lia, who he believes is a servant girl from Albion.
LIA: Princess of Albion, disguised as a servant of Albion and working with the Independent Investigator from France, Wilson.
MEDI: King of Medi, the Prince’s father who is being investigated for crimes against the kingdom of Albion.
ATTENDANT: Attendant of Medi.
KNIGHT: Knight of Medi.
King Medi’s Palace
Enter Prince and Lia
Prince: Lia! I am so glad you have come.
Lia: Of course. I worried you were vexed by something. I do not wish for you to feel vexed Prince.
Prince: I feel no vex when you are near. Lia—
Lia: Yes, my Prince?
Prince: I wish to tell you—
Lia: Prince?
Prince: Ha! You make speaking look so easy, and yet when I have a decree to profess my tongue slips back into my mouth like an adder slides into its rock.
Lia: It is most easy. You merely open your mouth and let words flow. Clear mind; let heart control.
Prince: I shall try. My heart—Lia—I hear it speak.
Lia: Yes.
Prince: It tells me—It tells me—
Lia: It tells you?
Prince: It tells me that your eyes sparkle like the stars in the sky.
Whenever you speak my heart gives a sigh.
Tears fall down cheeks whenever you say Goodbye.
I profess I love you Lia; through morning and nigh.
That’s it. My heart tells me that I love you- and I do not wish to find the remedy.
Lia: I—
Prince: O! You do not feel the same. I am more of fool than I first realised. I shall leave—I am sorry.
Lia: Please do not go.
Prince: Lia?
Lia: My own heart wishes to tell you—I am so sorry, my Prince—I am very much afraid that I love you also.
Prince: You do?
Lia: That is what my heart hath been saying since we met.
Prince: You did not say anything.
Lia: And neither did you.
Prince: I was afraid. My Father would not accept these feelings.
Lia: Nor would mine. Although you are fine, you are destined to rule Medi—I am destined to live in Albion.
Prince: You cannot move?
Lia: O, Prince. There are some truths I must tell about who Lia be—
[Enter Medi, Attendant, Knight]
Medi: There! Grab the witch! Take her to the dungeon immediately!
Prince: Lia!
[Exit Lia, Knight]
I must go with her.
Medi: You shall not sir. The witch hath put a wicked incantation on you; she shall be punished. Evil Albion.
Prince: She is not evil. She is Lia.
Medi: They are both the same. Attendant! Prince needs to be locked in room; and so he shall, to keep him away from her devil fingers.
Prince: Do not hurt her. You cannot.
Medi: I can, and will. Her eyes are what lay ‘pon you and made you fall—so I shall make sure it will never happen ‘gain. She shall not be so lucky with no eyes in her sockets.
Prince: No!
Medi: Yes! And after that, tomorrow the servant wench will be burned. Burned I say. Attendant go!
[Exeunt—With Medi dragging Prince]
The Literary Onion 