I don't know what I expected when I sat down to watch Prince of Persia with some mates, but it wasn't much. How wrong I was. This movie is pretty fantastic, and the marketing clearly worked on me, because I'm going to go pick up one of the two later games next time I have spare cash. I grew up watching my older brothers play the original DOS side-scrollers, and it'll be awesome to play some Prince of Persia myself.
Anyway, this is just a moment from the movie from Tamina's point of view.
Anxiety
Tamina watched from behind the gauzy curtain, her head shaking slightly in horror as Dastan handled the dagger gingerly. She could see what he was planning and didn't want to believe it. She wanted to contrive an alternative solution, but knew hopelessly that even if there were one, she had no way of communicating it to Dastan.
And so her only option was to watch as Dastan drew the dagger up into the air, unable to look away as he plunged the blade into his chest. Her blood ran cold and her stomach plummeted as he slumped to the floor. She absently realised that she was not taking in enough air, but the thought was fleeting amongst the all-consuming dread that gripped her now.
Nothing had prepared her for the sight of Dastan - young, noble, trusting Dastan - laying lifeless on the polished marble, his legs twisted awkwardly, blood seeping from his self-inflicted wound. He placed too much stock too easily in the bond between brothers. There was no saying whether the older brother would use the dagger, and it was all Tamina could do to stop herself from dashing from her hiding place, wresting the knife from the king of Persia and saving Dastan's life.
Nizam entered the room, but Tamina had eyes only for the prone body of the man she was she'd come to care for more deeply than any other, given the chance. The princess had always thought herself not destined for love, but rather resigned herself to the political marriage she would inevitably find herself in. She'd never once considered that the two options might not be mutually exclusive. Perhaps, perhaps, if they managed to get out of this alive, the king's original proposition might be upheld and Dastan would take her hand in marriage. Right now, however, that seemed a lifetime away and a little too much to hope for.
Her heart pounded erratically against her chest as the seconds mounted, precious time wasting away as Tus deliberated whether or not to push on the jewel. She pulled her gaze from Dastan, instead staring at Tus' hand on the dagger, willing him to press down with all she had.
The moment Tus' thumb jerked on the hilt of the dagger, and it was clear that he was going to follow Dastan's directions, Tamina sat back on her haunches and tilted her face skyward. Relief swept through her and she silently thanked her gods for Tus' trust and good judgement as the Sands of Time began to eddy and swirl.