Isk As a Patron
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Title: Isk as a Patron
Author: Nas'Rath
Isk as Patron.
A picture of an actor's frowning mask Cast: Lord Darian Sandra Girl 1-2. Tanya Vel Man 1-3 Enter Darian followed by Girl 1,2, Sandra and Tanya. Girls position themselves with Girl1, Girl 2 followed by Sandra and Tanya.
DARIAN: Enter, my friends, my court now welcomes all who seek my favour. Brides in deepest reds and blues you stand before me, each a careful stroke in an artist's Masterpiece, the best your houses can offer. Who shall share my heart and bed, I, Darian, the sherif of Britania?
Darian turns to Girl
1, walking up to her
DARIAN: Your eyes are dark as onyx, as deep as night, beautiful and modest the perfect wife. Darian turns away
DARIAN: Your father hoped those lips would kiss away my justice, and forgive his crimes. Be gone! Girl 1 runs off stage crying. Darian turns to Girl 2 and walks up to her
DARIAN: Your dress is trimmed in blue and silver, but your heart is red with treachery and lust just as the elf who gave you birth.
Girl2 runs off stage crying
DARIAN: Will no one here prove worthy of my touch?
SANDRA: Great lord, I greet you, I am Sandra. My years since we last met have all been spent under the charge of my mother, mastering The rules layed down by my house long ago, learning ways of honor and of the arts. Persuasion is my skill and in my hands the lyre sings to charm the crowd, not a single face in the court is strange to me. All that the perfect wife would need I know.
Darian walks up to Sandra
SANDRA: My lord, I have run my father's house for years and cared for my sister's children like my own. All that you need or want, my lord, I do.
Tanya smiles and takes a step forward DARIAN: Your words are true, your grasp of women's arts Is unsurpassed, but how sad for a man returning to a castle that's ruled with honor and with skill, but not without a wife who's charming splendor warms the eye and heart. Beauty is its own reward. Beautiful and delicate like a lily stem. Dark eyes, with lowered lashes And waterfalls for hair. The highest virtue. The one worth fighting for.
Darian turns to Tanya DARIAN: From this day forth, you are my wife.
Smiling all but Sandra exit
SANDRA: What worth is there to life with beauty lost? All thought, all skill, all effort sacrificed Before the simplest lack-wit elegance. Never shall I remain content in shadow, Eclipsed beneath another's empty smile.
Sandra draws her dagger