Warning: This work has been rated 18+ for mature content.
(Background: After his brother was publicly executed for declaring his love to the princess during the ceremony of her arranged marriage to the prince (now king) Artemis, the orphan Moru set out on a quest for revenge and by playing the loyal fool he has worked his way up to the role of hand-servant to Artemis' younger brother.)
(Moru and Artemis are in the kings dressing room. There is a full length faux mirror, a fabric screen, and a wardrobe next to a sofa with a set of clothes laid out over it. Artemis stands in front of the mirror and starts taking off his outer robes.)
Artemis: I heard you have a fondness for my wife and brother.
Moru: That I have your majesty. For a beautiful woman and a wise young man. You should be proud.
Artemis: Most. Don't blush boy, surely you've seen another man's torso before.
Moru: The charred and scarred skin of farmers and smiths, maybe. I'm impressed.
Artemis: All to please a pretty lady. He moves to where his clothes are laid out and turns to Moru expectantly. Moru hurries to his side and carefully lifts the clean shirt. What about you boy, do you have a young girl of your own?
Moru: I have only my duty sir.
Artemis: And what is that?
Moru, forces a smile: Whatever is asked of me. He starts to do up the buttons of Artemis' shirt, but keeps his head turned away from him.
Artemis, smirking: Are you really satisfied with that?
Moru: I'm satisfied with every deed I do that pleases my master, who today seems to be you, your majesty.
Artemis: And you would do anything to please me, boy?
Moru, hesitates: Anything, your majesty.
Artemis, raises a hand to Moru's cheek. A daring thing to say.
Moru, flinches. He's been backed against the wardrobe and bumps into it: Your wife is still waiting for you, your majesty.
Artemis slides his hands down Moru's chest: She will wait longer.
Artemis continues his advances, moving closer to Moru in a sexual and aggressive manner. Moru loses his fake composure and has nowhere to escape.
Artemis: You pretend you're not scared, but inside you're shaking. I can see it in your eyes; their blue betrays you. Just like it betrayed your brother.
Artemis: Don't act so surprised- you're hardly the most inconspicuous looking creature. My wife tells me that even in your homeland those eyes of yours are foreign.
Maru: If you knew all along, then why keep me around? Why not have my head like you did my brother!
Artemis: Because you're debted to us now. If you leave, you'll be deemed a traitor, and all who conspire with you. Your Uncle, Denzel, Sofia. Who knows what charges might be brought upon them?
Maru: Why are you doing this?
Artemis: Haven't you figured it out yet? Sofia is my wife. She came to this country as my fiance. Then your brother stole her heart from me, left her like a beautiful, empty box. No matter what I do she will never love me. He took from me the thing I loved, and he defiled her and left her to weep for the rest of her days. He leans in closer to speak quietly into Maru's ear. Revenge is a mind possessing thing, isn't it. (A tear runs down Maru's cheek. He tries to move but Artemis pushes him back against the wardrobe and lifts his chin so that their faces are almost touching.) Mark my words; these won't be the only tears you'll cry at your brothers expense, my little blue eyed friend.
Maru: whimpers in Vriasian: Lavi, sana lavi.
(Artemis lifts his hand to run his fingers through Maru's hair, then takes hold and slams his head against the wardrobe with a loud bang. Maru drops straight to the floor.)
Artemis: My brother should know better than to let wasteland rats into the palace.
(Artemis sweeps up his jacket and walks across the stage towards the right exit. Maru clambers to his feet. He's crying and stumbling as he tries to follow towards the exit, but vomits on the floor and after a few more steps he falls to his knees and bends over, crying.)