At the centre of the stage the spotlight falls like moonlight. Edges turn dark as it focuses on the actors that stand in their positions on the stage. Nathan watches from the sideline , along with Emily.
He feels curious more than he would like to admit , this is intriguing him. Now with everyone else have moved to the side of the stage , it seems a lot more huge then before.
A low hum of mild sobbing like tune fills in the area , suppose the drama has started.
Rachael stands tall , her posture a bit fragile . Her character seemingly may falter at a light touch . A half worn jacket thrown over her shoulders. She speaks in a low voice .
" Love don't be like this ! Why must you suffer with me ? "
"All my life I have stared upon this castle was reaching so high almost touching the stretching blue of sky ! ... I used to sink my lord that who ever residing this has to be the at peak of happyness! "
The 2nd girl is crumpled on the floor , the lady love , her voice sounds hoarse from crying, wet even . Letting out a light sniff , she continuous " but now m'lord, , now that the fate has brought us close ..."
The lord of the castle stands before her . Posture slouched , as though the whole world's burden has fallen on his shoulders.
Spotlight shifts a little , as he begins to walk .
Footsteps heavy, posture still broken .
" Love ! You don't understand! This nation has no hope . Only I can provide some support and....and .... my fate has been sealed with my life and I do not want you to suffer with me ! You will die sweetheart ! "
Rachael is playing the lord .
And she looks different , Nathan notes .
Alphonse was right . Others should learn from her . This isn't just a stage play . That's not her normal posture. It's different. Her stage presence fills the stage as the designated lord who is indeed doomed to die . Who has long accepted his death .
She flalis her arms in frustration, face marred with worry , concern and perhaps devastation for " love " .
Is it a shakespeare's drama? Nathan's head spins for second. Dialogues are incredibly poetic. Is it a orginal play ? But he doesn't remember anything like this . His parents made him read plenty . Especially tragedy. Hamlet , Ohello.... Macbeth. Whose play is this ?
His eyes dirt towards Emily , beside him . She has her hand over her mouth, eyes glazed over mildly. Focusing on Rachael as her broken voice continues to echo accross the stage with each dialogue.
He glances back at her, following Emily's gaze . Rachel's slouched back , slouched form on the stage , shoulders shaking with the impression of the heartbreaking. Where's is she..... the lord going? Is the nation doomed ? if so of what impending danger ? Nathan questions himself.
The "lord " throws the half worn jacket at "his love " .
" I must go love !" The lord sighes breathlessly .
The 2nd girl still crumpled is now covered with the jacket . The "lord " gets down on one knee , lays it on " lady love " . The shaky hands pausing halfway through caressing chick of beloved. But it never reaches , never touches. The nation demands duty and he must answer.
Rachael slowly stands up .... casting a wary glance back , at lady love , still crumpled , now holding onto the discarded jacket , knuckles white .
Nathan's eyes widens for second.
Rachael's glance lingers a bit longer on lady love , as though the lord's last , perhaps truly but....is it the light ? Because Nathan can swear to god ! Her eyes are reddish at the rims....like tears dried off before they could fall . She unsheaths her sword , of the lord's she is playing. The prop glinting at the light brightly .
Lady love gives out a weak strangled cry but doesn't move .Only gripping the jacket harder .
Her lord lowers the sword. A little bow . Perhaps for the last time .
Footsteps backtracka towrds the edges of stage where light doesn't quite reach ....with that lady loves has lost her lord, to destiny. And fate has lost the battle .