Title: Role Play
Summary: The Prince and Princess have roles to play
Rating: G/K
Notes: I would be remiss if I didn't update for the 25th anniversary. I am also determined to see this work to the end.

Apologies in advance for any formatting issues. This chapter is supposed to be in play script format, which may not play well with desktop or mobile versions.

ROLE PLAY

"Excellent wrench! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee!/And when I love thee not, Chaos is come again." - Othello ( III. iii.90-92)

CHARACTERS

PRINCE, 20?

PRINCESS, 14?

TIME

Unknown

PLACE

End of the World.

Infinite white floor tiles serve as the platform. The backdrop is white, with a large figure on top of a sphere, affixes to the space, casting a shadow. The place seems both narrow and expansive, alluding to its ever-changing nature.

Scene I-1:

(PRINCE is laying sideways on the platform, elbow propped up, with head in hand.)

PRINCE

And another cycle ends. How many times has it been?

(PRINCE looks up towards the statue. Hearing a sound, PRINCE turns his head at an incoming figure.)

PRINCE

Ahh, dear sister. I was wondering where you went off to.

(PRINCESS gestures to the open space, before bringing hands down, crossed with each other.)

PRINCESS

I was here the whole time. You knew that.

PRINCE

Certainly. Perhaps nothing changed this cycle.

(PRINCE smirks as he nods towards the statue, a crack forming on the foot, slowing edging across the surface of the sphere.)

PRINCESS

Perhaps so.

PRINCE

It's time for another cycle to begin.

(PRINCE stands up, and grabs PRINCESS's hand. They disappear, leaving the platform empty.)

Scene II-I:

(PRINCE is standing by four doors that appeared on the platform, each with their own color.)

PRINCE

Interesting… this one is not unlike the other failures.

(PRINCESS is away from the doors, closer to the statue, which is showing more cracks in the sphere.)

PRINCE

What is she like, dear sister? Your dualist.

(PRINCESS stays silent, her eyes boring into his.)

PRINCE

Don't be shy. What, is the dualist really that different? Tell me.

(PRINCE gauges her response, before sneering in disgust. Striding over to where the PRINCESS stood, the cracks deepened further on the statue, pieces falling onto the platform.)

PRINCE

Are you hopeful, dear sister? Why, the dualist went further than expected, besting the student council president. No matter.

(PRINCE cups the PRINCESS's chin. Her eyes glazed over, but a hint of defiantness shines through.)

PRINCE

You have a role to play. My Rose Bride. Play it as you always have.

(PRINCE kisses her on the forehead.)

PRINCESS

Understood.

(FADE TO BLACK.)