The Prince Dramatic Monologue
It’s not like I enjoy being around the Prince all the time. It’s something I have to do. Coming from a family with next to nothing I had to find a way out. This was my only option. Prince Prospero is a foolish man, but he has money. He can help me make a better life for my family. I swore to myself I would do anything for that money. If I can’t get it the easy way, I’ll just simply have to kill him and collect the money as my inheritance.
When Prospero took my hand at the table I thought all that money would soon be mine. But to my dismay, it was only an invitation to one of his silly masquerade balls. I’ve attended all too many of them, but with the Red Death plaguing the country, I need something to take my mind off of it. No matter how much I really didn’t want to go, I’ll have to. Prospero isn’t one to take no for an answer.
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ball wasn’t a great concern of mine. I just threw on a dress the Prince had tailored for me a while ago and put a few things together to make a simple mask. My appearance didn’t matter because I wasn’t even planning on spending time with anyone anyway. Actually, a new plan hatched in my mind a little while before. A plan to kill Prince Prospero and take his money for myself. I’d have to be careful though, the murder of someone as… important as Prospero is a delicate process.
I arrived at the ball unaware of who would be there. I didn’t socialize with Prospero’s high life friends. I didn’t socialize with anyone. The black room at the back was practically empty the entire time I was there, so it seemed to be the perfect place to plot the Prince’s untimely demise. No matter how much I beckoned for someone to join me in the room, they just ran back to one of the rooms closer to the entrance. Only one person dared enter the room, it turned out that he was one of my consorts disguised as a waiter. Clever. I hand him a small vial that he investigates in awe. It’s filled with the most potent poison I could manage to get my hands on. The Alchemist in town had been developing the formula for years. It is able to kill fifty men in no more than two seconds. He wouldn’t sell it to me, so I had to compromise. I just hope no one finds the body.
I handed my hopefully loyal consort the vial and warn him that if he uses too much he could accidentally kill everyone in the room with Prospero. At this point I dared leave the isolation provided by the black room. And who else would be waiting for me out there other than my fiancé. I had almost forgotten about him with all the time I’ve been spending with Prospero. He invited me to dance, saying that I had been spending too much time moping around and that I needed to enjoy myself for once. Reluctantly I agreed to go with him.
The music filled my ears and I just let go of all my worries. It was a wonderful feeling, being free, if only for a moment. We spun around and laughed, even fell down a few times. I didn’t want to have to remember all the terrible things I’ve done recently. I absolutely thought that this feeling would never end and that I wouldn’t ever have to go back to reality.
Then, out of nowhere, a shout so sickening filled my ears. Just as I had feared, Prospero had caught me. I yanked myself away and tried to flee from the scene. As I looked back I saw my fiancé and Prospero start fighting, both shouting out claims over me. I easily slipped through the crowded room and hid away in the green room, just hoping with all my might that they would never find me and that id just die here.
The clock chimed eleven o’clock.
I soon realized that my consort betrayed me and told the Prince of my planned treachery. His anger could be felt throughout the whole company of partygoers. My eyes widened as a pair of guards lifted me up and carried me to the Prince. I was squirming around so much shouting profanities at them that I got lightheaded. So, when they dropped me on the floor in front of Prospero to testify for my actions, I blacked out. I was passed out unconscious on the floor in front of him.
The next thing I remembered was waking up to the sound of the clock chiming midnight. Fear set in as an adrenaline rush caused me to jump up and start screaming. A masked figure walked by me and I froze in place, unable to move no matter how hard I tried. Once it passed I knew something wasn’t right. I ran around banging on the exit doors trying to find one that was unlocked. Why are all the doors bolted shut? Why can’t I get out? People were shouting now that Prospero was dead. That was what I had wanted right? Then why do I feel so dreadful? I feel like I won’t live to enjoy the money Prospero would leave
behind.
Wave after wave of partygoers dropped to their knees, almost as if they were bowing down to the figure as their new god. They were dead. I was going to die as well, if only I could find a way out. But, instead I fell in front of the figure and started going dizzy and panicked. I couldn’t open my eyes anymore. Why couldn’t I wake up? I knew now that I was dead, and that I had gotten what I deserved.
When Prospero took my hand at the table I thought all that money would soon be mine. But to my dismay, it was only an invitation to one of his silly masquerade balls. I’ve attended all too many of them, but with the Red Death plaguing the country, I need something to take my mind off of it. No matter how much I really didn’t want to go, I’ll have to. Prospero isn’t one to take no for an answer.
My outfit for the …show more content…
ball wasn’t a great concern of mine. I just threw on a dress the Prince had tailored for me a while ago and put a few things together to make a simple mask. My appearance didn’t matter because I wasn’t even planning on spending time with anyone anyway. Actually, a new plan hatched in my mind a little while before. A plan to kill Prince Prospero and take his money for myself. I’d have to be careful though, the murder of someone as… important as Prospero is a delicate process.
I arrived at the ball unaware of who would be there. I didn’t socialize with Prospero’s high life friends. I didn’t socialize with anyone. The black room at the back was practically empty the entire time I was there, so it seemed to be the perfect place to plot the Prince’s untimely demise. No matter how much I beckoned for someone to join me in the room, they just ran back to one of the rooms closer to the entrance. Only one person dared enter the room, it turned out that he was one of my consorts disguised as a waiter. Clever. I hand him a small vial that he investigates in awe. It’s filled with the most potent poison I could manage to get my hands on. The Alchemist in town had been developing the formula for years. It is able to kill fifty men in no more than two seconds. He wouldn’t sell it to me, so I had to compromise. I just hope no one finds the body.
I handed my hopefully loyal consort the vial and warn him that if he uses too much he could accidentally kill everyone in the room with Prospero. At this point I dared leave the isolation provided by the black room. And who else would be waiting for me out there other than my fiancé. I had almost forgotten about him with all the time I’ve been spending with Prospero. He invited me to dance, saying that I had been spending too much time moping around and that I needed to enjoy myself for once. Reluctantly I agreed to go with him.
The music filled my ears and I just let go of all my worries. It was a wonderful feeling, being free, if only for a moment. We spun around and laughed, even fell down a few times. I didn’t want to have to remember all the terrible things I’ve done recently. I absolutely thought that this feeling would never end and that I wouldn’t ever have to go back to reality.
Then, out of nowhere, a shout so sickening filled my ears. Just as I had feared, Prospero had caught me. I yanked myself away and tried to flee from the scene. As I looked back I saw my fiancé and Prospero start fighting, both shouting out claims over me. I easily slipped through the crowded room and hid away in the green room, just hoping with all my might that they would never find me and that id just die here.
The clock chimed eleven o’clock.
I soon realized that my consort betrayed me and told the Prince of my planned treachery. His anger could be felt throughout the whole company of partygoers. My eyes widened as a pair of guards lifted me up and carried me to the Prince. I was squirming around so much shouting profanities at them that I got lightheaded. So, when they dropped me on the floor in front of Prospero to testify for my actions, I blacked out. I was passed out unconscious on the floor in front of him.
The next thing I remembered was waking up to the sound of the clock chiming midnight. Fear set in as an adrenaline rush caused me to jump up and start screaming. A masked figure walked by me and I froze in place, unable to move no matter how hard I tried. Once it passed I knew something wasn’t right. I ran around banging on the exit doors trying to find one that was unlocked. Why are all the doors bolted shut? Why can’t I get out? People were shouting now that Prospero was dead. That was what I had wanted right? Then why do I feel so dreadful? I feel like I won’t live to enjoy the money Prospero would leave
behind.
Wave after wave of partygoers dropped to their knees, almost as if they were bowing down to the figure as their new god. They were dead. I was going to die as well, if only I could find a way out. But, instead I fell in front of the figure and started going dizzy and panicked. I couldn’t open my eyes anymore. Why couldn’t I wake up? I knew now that I was dead, and that I had gotten what I deserved.