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Medieval Story
(In the Castle next morning)
Velour: Did you fuck her well?
Alex: I care not for your idle banter. You are a cold woman with a stone heart. If you hate me so much why don’t you tell my mother or my father, tell the whole world even.
Velour: That the prince is in love? That the grace has found a much more suitable wife. You would only dream of me telling. The minute I say this to Queen Amleen, it wouldn’t be you my handsome prince that would be banished forever, it would be I. And your delicate skin of ivory knows that. (she pauses) Oh I do not want to argue with you.
Alex: You amuse me. With every word of contempt you praise me. If I met you before Elinor I do believe I could of loved you.
Velour: Only fate could of told you that. Do not stir frivilous things in your knowledgable head my dear that will never be.
Alex: You are even smart. But you are right I am blinded by a much more greater beauty. Elinor’s.
Velour: Tell me how she looks like my prince.
Alex: If you wish to hear so.
Velour: I would.
Alex: She has the most extraordinary eyes. Pale blue hue I believe. And when you look into them it’s like walking into a blue magnificent ocean and you can almost hear the waves rolling into the green splendor of England’s glorious land. If words can only express what I feel in my heart, it would still not be enough.
Velour: Oh there must be more. And her hair?
Alex: Oh her hair I dare say is the color of a deep fervent red. The color of day when the sun rises from its slumber and awakens to brighten the morning. My sweet wife why are you crying?
