Ladies and gentlemen, in this chapter I render tribute to one of the greatest dramatists and playwrights of all time, nobody other than the great William Shakespeare. In this chapter, the play used is, for the record, my favourite Shakespearean play and I recommend reading it if you can.
Here goes.
"Shakespeare."
I was sitting in the cafeteria table waiting for my sweet Princess to arrive when it happend. My sweet Princess dropped a huge script in front of me and said that one word.
"Don't really like reading, babe." I told her. "Plus I don't speak spanish."
"Shakespeare was british."
"Whatever, still don't read."
My girlfriend rolled her eyes and sighed as she sat down next to me
"You don't have to read Shakespeare, he is part of my plan to defeat the jocks and the greasers." She said.
"How?"
"Well, every year Trent Vincent and Tyler Thompson compete for the lead in the school play. This year it's 'Richard III' that is being used and those two will be at each other's throats to play Richard of Gloucester. What we have to do is sabotage them and make it look like they did it to each other so they start fighting again, because we can't beat them if they're both against us. Then, we get somebody else to play the role of Richard to add insult to injury." She explained to me.
"How exactly do we get somebody else the part?" I asked.
"We find some guy who likes acting to audition, then we persuade the drama teacher and then it is done." She said.
"By persuade you mean threaten, right?"
"Does persuade ever mean anything else?" She said with heavy rhetorics.
"You know what Princess, I jsut realized that inside the smoking sexy body of yours is a sexy, evil brain."
I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and planted slight butterfly kisses on her neck, making her giggle and blush and...I think I heard a small whimperish-moan in there somewhere.
"Duncan, not now, we're in the middle of the cafeteria."
"So? Nobody ever looks at us." I tried to convince her.
I felt her relax into my embrace and close her eyes as I kissed her cheek. She always melted right into me, I really loved how much power I had over her. Hell, she could pull my world down with a string too, but I had the upper hand, because she had one weakness I lacked...pent up sexual frustration.
As I was about to bring her lips to mine to start a make-out session; Harold and Cody, the two nerds who had a nasty habit of showing up in the least fortunate times, came up to where we were.
"Hey guys." Cody said. "Are we interrupting something?"
"Yes, now go away." I told them.
But of course Princess, in her ever-so-failed attempts to hide the fact that she was an evil animal inside, feigned politeness with the two dorks.
"Duncan, don't be rude." She said.
Haven't I heard that one a million times before.
"What is it?" She asked.
"We came here with a proposition." Cody said.
"We're listening." I told them.
"Well, since you two got caught trying to wreck both the jocks and the greasers you ahve no allies other than the preps and they barely listen to you two." Cody said.
"So we wanted to see if you guys like wanted to work with us to beat the jocks and the greasers?" Harold finished.
Normally I'm beyond being allied with dorks. I'll do a job for them if they pay right, but working with them is a completely different business. However, since back then I had a group of steroid crazed gorillas and a group of Jimmy Dean worshipping leather-clad hogs clawing at me I had little choice.
"Fine nerds, we'll do it." I told them. "But right now, would you leave me and my lovely lady alone because we're trying to spend some quality time together."
"Oh, I totally understand. This one time me and my lady, LeShawna, we were alone and her lips were all over my face..."
"Dude, if you don't leave now my boot will be all over your face." I threatened, something which earned a scowl from Princess.
"OK, GOSH!" The redhead geek moaned. "I was only trying to..."
"Boot-face contact imminent. Due in five, four, three, two..."
And then they ran off.
Crist Almeth Auditorium. A pretty decent place with a very unfortunate name. Now the day after Princess came up with her idea, she told me to go to the school auditorium at 5 in the afternoon, which is when the auditions were gonna be. She said she would bring in what we needed to sabotage Trent and Tyler along with an extra candidate for getting the role in the end. She told me all I needed to bring was a radio, a can of green paint, a rope and a swordfish. Out of those things...the green paint was really hard to get.
"Come on Princess, this shit is starting soon." I muttered to myself, waiting for her to come.
Then the door to the auditorium opened and in came Princess holding a stack of papers, but behind her came in another person. It was the head of the preps, Noah Harrington.
"What's with the rich dork?" I asked her.
"Oh 'dork', what an original insult! What else have you got? Geek? Egghead? Oh do I hear something? Well it must be the Lame Insult Corporation calling you Duncan, they want you to be CEO." The smart-ass bastard shot back.
Well that pissed me off and then I decided that I would carefully knock the asshole's teeth into the back of his skull, but Princess stopped me.
"Duncan, we need him for our plan." She said, grabbing me by the shoulders to keep me from giving the douche a fist shaped birth-mark in the nose.
"Why do we need him?" I asked, not seeing ho he would be of use. Sure, his clique is helpful, but he alone...not much.
"He's going audition for the role of Richard." Princess explained.
"He can act? The dude can't put on a face that doesn't say 'Hi, I hate you and I'm a smart-ass priss' and you want him to act?" I said, I mean, really, that egghead?
"Hmm!" The geek grunted.
Then he croked his neck to the left and right, snapping it on both sides, and finally took a weird, kinda girly stand before saying.
"Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears!
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them,
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious;
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest—
For Brutus is an honorable man;
So are they all, all honorable men—
Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me;
But Brutus says he was ambitious,
And Brutus is an honorable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome,
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill.
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept;
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious,
And Brutus is an honorable man.
You all did see that on the Lupercal
I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition?
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious,
And sure he is an honorable man.
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause;
What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
O judgement, thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me."
After he was done with the speech, he put his hand to his face and began to cry.
"'The fuck was that?" I yelled.
"Oh god, bravo! Bravo! BRAVISSIMO!"
I turned to look at wherever that totally wussy yell came from and I saw nobody else excpet the school's Theatre Arts Teacher, Mr. Jeff Eminate.
The dork turned to the teacher and wiped the forced tears from his eyes.
"Oh please tell me that you are here to audition for Richard." Mr. Eminate said, while gayly fanning himself with his hand.
"Yes." Noah told him.
"Great...now, I will have to audition the other candidates and you will have to make an actual audition with material from the play, but after seeing THAT, believe me you have a high chance." He told the dork.
"Anybody else have a chance?" Geekwad asked.
"Well, I'm not supposed to give away any facts but I think the only guy who really stands a chance is Trent Vincent. He's a really talented actor." Mr. Eminate told him.
"Cool." Noah replied.
The drama teacher that was an obviously offensive-stereotype which would be used in a lame story to add ridiculous humor walked off and headed towards the stage to start prepping things up for the auditions. Then the egghead turned to us.
"Alright guys, I came here because you told me you would secure me the tole of Richard...so make sure that Trent's audition gets ruined." The nerd ordered.
"Dude, why the fuck are you even doing this?"
"I'm trying to impress Heather." He answered.
"You're still after that broad? Fine, it's your funeral." I scoffed at him.
"Scoffed", where did I learn that word? I must've picked it up from Princess.
"Come on Dunkie, we have to set up the Tyler and Trent sabotage." Princess whispered. "Let's go backstage."
"Fine, but don't call me Dunkie."
"All right children, the next audition will be by Tyler Thompson, who is trying out for Richard." I heard Mr. Eminate say from down on the stage.
Princess and I were standing up on the catwalks looking down on the stage.
"Alright Duncan, when I tell you to, you cut the rope." Princess instructed me.
"Sir, yes sir." I answered and gave her a military sign right before pulling out my pocket knife and preparing to slice the rope.
I looked down to the stage where Tyler had stepped on. The little sporto waved to his dumbass blonde "girlfriend", who waved back to him. I turned to look to Duncan to make sure he wasn't oogling that bimbo. Sure, as hell he was looking at her.
"Duncan, focus!" I snapped at him in a voice as low as possible to make sure we weren't heard below.
He snapped back to reality and looked at the rope again.
How can that jerk look at that blonde slut. I'm his girlfriend, he should only look at me! OK, calm down Courtney, he wouldn't leave you...not over some blonde slut. But then again, Justin did leave you and over less. But Duncan is different. Or is he? He has never had a serious girlfriend before...he's just slept with sluts and left them. What if he doesn't want to stick to a single girl and goes back to those sluts. No, Duncan wouldn't ever do that? Would he?
My inner turmoil was interrupted when I heard Tyler beginning to recite down on the stage. He held up his script and began:
The sporto cleared his troat and ten began:
"I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl.
The secret mischiefs that I set abroach
I lay unto the gre-gree-gray...How do I pronounce that?"
From the audience, Mr. Eminate, who had a copy of the script in his hands said:
"Grevious."
"Oh, OK." He said.
OK, that's a big downturn for him, this is really working my way. Go Courtney, you're the best schemer ever. I love me.
The jock went on:
"I lay unto the grevious charge of others.
Clarance, who I indeed have cast in darkness,
I do beweep to many simple gulls,
Namely to Derby, Hastings, Buckingham,
And tell them 'tis the queen and her allies
That stir the king against the duke my brother.
Now they believe it, and wit-with-withee...line?"
Back in the audience, Mr. Emiante grunted angrily.
"It's pronounced 'withal', Mr. Thompson. Now move on."
Wow, Tyler sucks. How did he even get that role as Othello last year? I was starting to think we didn't even need to sabotage him. But hell, everything was already set up, so...
Tyler coughed nervously and started again:
"Now they believe it, and withal whet me
To be revengèd on Rivers, Dorset, Grey.
But then I sigh, and with a piece of scrip-too-tu..."
In the audience, Mr. Eminate was about to burst into one of his infamously effeminate rants when I turned to Duncan and gave him the signal. He reacted by cutting the rope like I told him to.
The swordfish we had hung from the roof topped down and it sliced through Tyler's pants, dropping the fabric to the floor and leaving him in his teddy bear paterned boxers. Then he cried like a little girl. There even Lindsay, who was probably too dumb to even understand what was going on, began to laugh. Tyler gave a series of pathetic sobs and tried to run off stage, but his feet got tangled in his torn pants and he tripped, whacking his face against the floor of the hard, wooden stage.
Then I slid a little to the right, over to where I had put that open can of green paint on the catwalk railing. I lightly shoved the can and it toppled over the side.
"Oops." I joked to my boyfriend.
The paint can fell and I watched as it all got splattered on top of Tyler's head. The can landed on his head and knocked him out. Duncan and I both watched as this happened and recoiled when the can hit him.
"Ouch...that had to hurt." I exclaimed.
"Yeah." Dunkie said. "Are you as turned on by having just hurt someone as I am?"
"Oh yeah."
Immediately, I pounced on him and kissed him passionately. I don't know why, but having just hurt someone just gave me a rush of arousal. But anyway, it turned out to be good, since when Duncan kissed me back, all my concerns about how he really felt were gone. He did it with so much tenderness and passion, there had to be something there. He really did like me.
Princess pulled away from me and then straightened herself out.
"Alright Duncan, we have to get down there to mess with Trent's audition." She said, going back to her usual mission demeanor.
So we did. Princess and I descended from the catwalks above the stage and waited for Trent to come in.
"So Princess, what are we gonna do to the Jimmy Dean wannabe?" I asked her, anxious to hear in what way we were gonna hurt him. "Are we gonna drop paint on him? Set loose some dogs? Make the catwalks collapse on his head? Pee on his bed?"
"What? No! That's gross. We'll switch his script for another one." Princess told me.
I was dissapointed.
"That's it? You'll just switch one dude's script for another's?"
"Not quite. You see, I cheked with Bridgette and she told me what scene Trent wanted to present for his audition. So I pritned a copy of that particular monologue with...a few 'modifications'." She told me, grinning evily.
"OK, what did you do with it?" I asked.
"You'll see."
Princess and I stepped back stage. Trent was back there. He was talking with Lindsay and he had his script in his hand. They were two pages which he held onto and which we ahd to swtich.
"Ok Princess, how do we pull the ol' switcheroo?" I asked her.
Princess thought for a second.
"I know." She said.
Suddenly Princess sighed. She gave me the alternative script she had made, cleared her throat, breathed in deeply and walked nervously over to Lindsay and Trent. I followe her carefully, keeping a distance.
"Hey Lindsay, you have a stain on your shirt." Princess said.
"Really?" The blonde looked down to her shirt. What is Princess trying to pull? "I don't see it."
"It's because it's dark. Let me wipe it for you."
Then one of the things I'll remember for all my life happened. Princess lifted her hand and put it to the hot blonde's giant left boob. Then she began to rub the bimbo's boob as if though cleaning the spot. I stood there staring at my bombshell girlfriend rubbing another bombshell's boob and it took me a while to realize what Princess was really doing. Trent had dropped his pages while he stared on aroused. I sneaked up behind him, took his pages from the floor and put the new ones there. I walked away carefully while still looking at the boob-rubbing action.
"There, it's clean." I said and latched my hand from Lindsay's breast.
"Gosh, thanks Catherine." Lindsay said, as if not even realizing that somebody had just fondled her tit. "You're so nice."
"Don't mention it." I told her. "Seriously, don't ever mention this again."
I walked away from the smiling blonde and her stunned "boyfriend" and walked over to my boyfriend. I felt so ashamed, btu well, I ahd to do what I had to do and what I had to do was make a distraction.
Well sure, it felt kind of nice to have such a soft squishy thing in my hand but it was still so wrong. When I got to Duncan he was fighting to hold back his laughter.
"Do...not...speak...one...word."
"You felt up a girl." He snickered. "You felt up a girl with the biggest rack in the school, Princess. Are you trying to seduce me, Miss Rodriguez?"
Then he broke into laughter, mocking what I'd just done. OK, that's it.
I grabbed Duncan by the shirt collar and pulled him into the hottest, most angry kiss I could manage, sliding my tongue into his mouth and going everywhere with it. When I let him go, he was stunned and he was aroused beyond pants.
"If you ever want one of THOSE again, you'll never speak of this again." I ordered him.
He just nodded.
"Now you should get less tight pants, because either your pocket knife is showing or you like me too much." I snarled at him.
After "lowering the flag pole", Princess and I snuck over to the curtain that split back stage from main stage and peeked from behind the curtain as Trent stepped on and began to recite.
"What seen will you do now, Mr. Vincent?" The drama dude asked, hopeful.
"The army adress monologue from Act V, Scene III." Danny Suco said.
"OK, wonderful. Begin."
The greaser cleared his throat and began:
"A thing devisèd by the enemy.
Go, gentlemen, every man to his charge.
Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls,
For conscience is a word that cowards use,
Devised at first to keep the strong in awe.
Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law!
March on! Join bravely! Let us to't pell mell,
If not heaven, then hand in hand to hell.
What shall I say more than I have inferred?
For I have inferred that mine milkshake bringeth all the boys to the yard.
And be they claiming it's better than yours.
Exclaim to thee 'Damn right, it's better than yours'
Yeah right, it be greater than yours.
Damn right, it be better than yours.
I can teach...Wait a minute, this is wrong."
In the audience, the effeminate drama teacher was glaring at Trent in an extremely un-effeminate look. A fucking angry look.
"How dare you taint the sacred writings of Shakespeare with the lyrics to such a god-awful song?" He yelled, startling everybody else who had been looking at the auditions and who ahd been laughing while Trent recited the dumb lyrics missed with text.
"I'm sorry, I didn't write this, somebody must've..."
"I CARE NOT FOR EXCUSES!" He yelled.
"But..."
"Avaunt, thou dradful minsiter of hell." Eminate exclaimed dramatically while putting his hand to his face.
"What?"
"It was Shakespearean lingo for: GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY AUDITORIUM!"
After that, the stunned greaser ran out crying and me and Princess laughed our asses off.
"OK Princess, I gotta hand it to you. That was the best prank ever." I told her. "How'd you come up with that?"
"Well, I learnt from the best." She said as she nudged me with her elbow.
Well, it was opening night and even though I didn't want to go Princess forced me to.
We were both sitting in one of the first rows and I would've liked to be at the back, since there I could fall asleep without being noticed but here I'd have to stay awake throughout the whole thing.
At least Princess was leaning her head on my shoulder and had her arm wrapped around mine. Even though I didn't get to cop an elbow feel then, it just felt nice to have Princess there like that. Leaning on me, cuddled up to me. I don't know why but it was just a very...pleasant feeling. Not sex pleasant but just...comforting pleasant. Shit.
Then the play started and the egghead walked on stage, dressed in medieval costume and with a fake lump under hsi shoulder armour so as to make it look like he was a hunchback of some kind. Then he began to speak:
"Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front;
And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time
Into this breathing world scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them;
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun,
And descant on mine own deformity:
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover,
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
I am determinèd to prove a villain,
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,
By drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams,
To set my brother Clarence and the king
In deadly hate the one against the other:
And if King Edward be as true and just
As I am subtle, false, and treacherous,
This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up,
About a prophecy which says that G
Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be.
Dive, thoughts, down to my soul:
Here Clarence comes."
After the play, Princess and I left the auditorium. It was still pretty fucking cold and getting colder as Christmas, and therefore the peak of winter cold, was in one week; so we had to wear those puffy winter clothes to keep out of the freeze.
"Alright babe, I saw the entire play so that means you owe me a make out session after our date tonight."
"Fine, a deal's a deal." She said.
"Oh come on, like you don't love the make outs." I scoffed her.
Again with that word. Princess' vocabulary was really rubbing off.
"I do not love them." "Nobody's listening to us."
"Yeah, I love them."
"Well then."
I let go of her arm and hugged her by the hip, bringing her lips inches away from mine.
"Why don't we get one right now."
I closed my eyes and brought her closer but instead of feeling her soft lips, I caught a fingertip. I opened my eyes and saw she had placed a figner to my mouth.
"After the date, Dunkie." She told me.
"I'm afraid there's not gonna be a date tonight."
Princess and I both turned to the direction of the voice.
Oh shit. That's what I would've said if there'd been an angry rhino standing there, but what I said instead was "Oh, holy fuck" because something worse; in this case five angry jocks along with five angry greasers standing behind Trent, Tyler and the huge jock girl.
"We got in a fight just now and we realized neither of us ahd sabotaged the other." Trent said.
"So that leaves only you two." Tyler said.
"GET THEM!" They yelled in unison.
A greaser and a jock ran towards us an on instinct Princess and I pulled apart and got into battle stance. Princess leaped up into the air and landed a butterfly kick straight into the greaser's right cheek, knocking him to the floor while I punched the jock in the gut and picked him up over my shoulder to throw him at the greaser that came after me a second later making both of them tumble to the floor.
A second jock surprised me and punched me in the gut, throwing me to the floor but I quickly recomposed and threw a kick up at him, nailing him in the chin and throwing him down to the floor. I tried to get up but one of them kicked me in the back and I fell back to the floor where they started kicking me for, I don't know how long until two jocks lifted me up from the ground and I stood there looking at a furious Trent.
Courtney was there next to me. The tough girl Eva had her in a chokehold.
I turned back to Trent, who then taking a paintball gun from another greaser. Sporto also had one and lifted it to aim at Princess.
"Now, I tried to calmly tell you to back off."
"Calmly! You sent your goons to try and beat us up!" Princess yelled.
"Whatever." Tyler screamed. "Eva hold her still!"
"Sure." Said the rabid girl holding Princess.
The dumbassed jock raised his gun and just as I thought Princess would have a paint scar, a small explosion went off and Tyler fell to the ground with a burn mark on his jacket.
"I wouldn't do that!"
All of us looked over to the voice and saw Noah, still dressed as Richard, holding a bottle rocket launcher.
"Or?"
"Or I'll hurt you."
"Yeah, you and what army?"
"The dork army."
Then Harold, Cody and tons of other geeks came out of nowhere armed with paintball guns.
"FIRE!" Yelled the redhead nerd.
The nerd army raised their paintball guns and began to shoot at the jocks and the greasers. The members of both groups tried to run towards them but had a lot of shit to it since the paintballs hurt like hell.
One of them nailed Tyler straight in the forehead and then he screamed like a little girl and fainted. Trent instead covered his head and began to run, but he was crazy as shit if he thought I was gonna let him get away. I shoved off the two douches on me, then threw a punch to the jaw to the one on the right, dodged the left guy's punch and then punched him in the balls, throwing him to the ground and before Trent could take five steps I ran to him then spun him by the shoulder, punched him with my right arm, then the left and finally a hook with right arm, giving him a nosebleed and knocking him out.
The tough girl, Eva, let go of Princess and then gave out a fierece battlecry and ran like a raging bull towards a fucked bullfighter. The dorks tried to bring her down with paintball shots, but she just kept running at them, so Noah raised his bottle rocket gun and blasted her with one. It flew straight at her and nailed her in the gut, blowing up and knocking her to the floor, passing out from the blast of the firecracker and the paintblasts that followed.
After the jocks and greasers were either beaten or had fled, the dorks gathered around me and Princess.
"Thanks guys." I told them. "Gues I owe you one now."
"No need to thank us, compadre." Harold said, putting his hand on my shoulder. "We're partners now."
I scolwed.
"Get your hand off my shoulder."
"Yes sir." He snapped and pulled the hand off.
"Why'd you help us?" Princess asked Noah.
As if answering ehr question, Heather Gauthier came running up to us and hugged Noah.
"Noah, that was really good acting. I almost believed you were a heartlass villain." She said and then kissed him full on.
"If he were like that then they'd be the same person." I muttered to Princess, who giggled the cute little giggle of hers that makes my wussy heart skip a beat. Fuck.
She pulled away and Noah simply said:
"Well, I think the lady and I better get going."
So they did, both of them walk away and before the other dorks could realize, so were Princess and I.
"Well, this was an eventful night."
"Totally."
"Dunkir, you still owe me that date." She said.
"Yeah Princess, I'm a little worn out from the beat down now so do we mind if we push that off until tomorrow?" I asked her.
"Well sure...but since you got hurt today, I think I'll give you a consolation price."
There she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me to ehr lips. In a flash, she agressively, yet slyly slid her tongue into my mouth and began to battle mine for control. That's one of the things I loved about that chick.
How impulsive she was. She was always swinging between uptight and hot and loose, so it was never the same thing. There was always something new and something hot. Yeah, Courtney was one of the best things that ever happened to me.
Well, that was a long one.
Let's see if anybody can figure out why the name Crist Almeth is unfortunate.
Also, I reccomend that anybody who likes theatre read or watch the play "Richard III" since it's one of the best I've read in my life.
Read and review.
Gracias Totales.
For those interested, a list of "Richard III" characters and which characters, by personality and role, would play them:
Richard of Gloucester - Noah
Lord Buckingham - Cody
Queen Elizabeth Woodville - Heather
Lord Hastings - Owen
Lord Stanley - Harold
Henry of Richmond - Tyler
King Edward IV - Trent
George of Clarence - DJ
Lord Rivers - Chris McClean
Lord Grey - Justin
Lord Vaughan - Ezekiel
Tyrell - Chef Hatchet
Former King Henry VI - Duncan
Former Queen Margaret of Anjou - Courtney