: The Princess is terribly ill. The Prince is promised to marry the Princess and become the next King. He sets out to find a legendary healer, the Apothecary. In doing so he finds this healer and confronts him to save his betrothed...
Prince: Apothecary! Hear me now as I, your Prince, command you to heal my betrothed. For she has fallen gravely ill with a terrible sickness. Your Herb and Potion are not without reputation, Apothecary, heal her.
Apothecary: Command? I follow no one but myself. I heal those who ask without expectations and hope without promises. You come to me for Herb and Potion expecting someone you do not know to beckon at your very demand. Not so, Prince, not so.
Prince: I will have your head, Apothecary! My betrothed is the Princess. We're to be wed and I will become the King! This could be very fortuitous for you.
Apothecary: I do not take bribes nor favors. I am a simple healer. Nothing more nothing less.
Prince: Apothecary, would you really let a poor, innocent soul like the princesses to rot away and die a dreadful death? Surely you are better than that?
Apothecary: You will not trick me. I do not care nor do I bare any intimacy towards the Princess.
Prince: *shouts* Apothecary! It is my destiny to become King! I will not have you take that away from me!
Apothecary: Do you love her?
Prince: Of course.
Apothecary: Your love will heal her.
Prince: That is not enough! Your Herb and Potion will heal her! Fix me a remedy for her pain. Have her die in comfort.
Apothecary: Nightshade?
Prince: Yes! I will marry her and become King. Then, she will fall into a dreamless sleep and die comfortably.
Apothecary: You do not want me to heal her?
Prince: No no, Nightshade will do.
*Apothecary stares at the Prince*
Apothecary: So be it then. She will die and you will grow old and bitter. The people will know you as a King of Treachery . Wanting only for yourself and not others. And they will remember you as such. A pitiful King.
The Prince smiles and ignores the Apothecary*
Prince: *laughs* Finally! I am to become the King!
Apothecary: Pitiful...
Narrator: The King is mad with the desire for power. Leaving the Princess to die. The Prince, now a King, has lost everything he once loved. Now he is a King of Derisory. Stuck with the illusion of happiness.