A/N: This is all horribly Shakespearian, and that's part of the comedic value. It's a failed attempt at Shakespeare, I wrote this after reading Julius Caesar in my English 10 class; and right after I beat Radiant dawn for the first time. I made it about a year ago, so its a late anniversary for this story. This is also my first uploaded story, so just try to bear with this chapter, it'll get better.
Act 1
{Scene 1}
[Daein castle, in the throne room]
Pelleas: *staring blankly as he stands next to the throne as Micaiah sits there all sparkly eyed*
Micaiah: *sparkly eyed* Pelleas, have I told you about how special I am?
Pelleas: *blinks* Yes, thousands, no millions of times, your majesty.
Micaiah: *clearly wasn't listening* Hmm, well, let's see! First of all… I'm branded, a heron at that!! I'm the true apostle! I'm technically the Dark God!!! I have a birdy companion! I have beautiful silver hair that shimmers in the moonlight! I have a canonical romantic pairing! With Sothe!3 I'm the Queen of Daein! Everybody loves me! I helped save the world!!!
Pelleas: *blinks* Your majesty, I… am needed elsewhere.
Micaiah: Oh nonsense!!! I'm the Queen!! It can wait!
Pelleas: Yes, your majesty. *blinks*
Micaiah: I also-!
Pelleas: Your majesty.
Micaiah: Yessss?!
Pelleas: Please, can I go?
Micaiah: Oh, you're boring! Go ahead.
Pelleas: Thank you, your majesty. [leaves]
Micaiah: *pouts* Maybe I should talk about something else! *sighs*
[Out in the hallway, out of earshot]
Pelleas: Damn, life is boring… Maybe I shouldn't have given up the throne.
???: What seems to be the problem, my prince? *coming up behind Pelleas*
Pelleas: Mother? Err, Lady Amrita? I'm not a prince anymore, and you know I'm not your son. Besides, I thought you were leaving for Goldoa?
Amrita: Oh, Pelleas, even if you aren't considered a prince anymore you'll always be my little prince. I've already called you 'my son' for so long now. You are still my son, even if it isn't by blood.
Pelleas: … … … I… I… see.
Amrita: I will remain here, to watch over you, my Pelleas.
Pelleas: Lady Amrita… I… don't know what to say… What of your true son-?
Amrita: He hasn't needed me for years… He won't need me sticking my nose in now.
Pelleas: I am… not sure how to feel…
Amrita: Be happy, feel proud.
Pelleas: Yes, Lady Amrita… I am… happy. Come to my right side and walk with me to my errands.
Amrita: Right, my Pelleas.
[Exeunt Pelleas and Amrita]]
[End Act]