|Age Range(s)||Teenager (13-19), Young Adult (20-35)|
|Type of monologue / Character is||In love, Angry, Flips out, Descriptive, Frustrated, Speech, Malicious/scheming|
|Description||A banished prince reaches the breaking point when someone calls him a bastard|
Prince Lee is the banished prince of a nation waging war with the world. He was under a temporary alliance with a Tribe from the north. The chief's daughter, Kanna, hates him with a passion, because she believes his nation is filled with murderers, just like the man who murdered her mother. After avoiding many death attempts from this girl, Lee finally reaches the breaking point when she insults her family by calling him a bastard. This is his response to Kanna.
Written by Elizabeth Sanchez
|It’s all about you, isn’t it? Forget your tribe, this is all you, and your pain. You lost your mother. And it ripped a hole in you so wide and deep and dark...you’re hanging on by your fingernails, and what’s down there is so awful, so much hate, that it can’t ever be you. So it’s somebody else’s fault. It’s somebody else’s monster. And you hate it. It’s not fair. It’s not you. And you’ll make the whole world pay for putting that monster inside you. You’ll make it all bleed. Make it all burn. |
You burn inside. Sometimes you can’t eat. Sometimes you can’t sleep. Because the nightmares are waiting behind your eyes...and the only way you can get rid of them is to give them to someone else. To make us feel your pain. To get your revenge. (smile, bitter). Well guess what? You’re going to get it. See, you did exactly what you said you would. You stopped me from restoring my honor. I’ve failed. I’ve run out of time. And now...now my sister will be confirmed as heir to the throne. Crown princess. All she ever wanted. And when my father dies - oh, and who knows? she might help him - the Sages will crown her as the Lord. They won’t have a choice. But the great names, some of them will see her for what she is. They won’t be able to give her their loyalty. They care about their people. And it will destroy them. She will have the power in the nation, if she has to kill half of us to do it. She won’t accept anything less.
My people will die. They’ll die by the thousands. Streets will run red with blood. And then, then you’ll come for us. After all, we deserve it. We’ve savaged the other nations. We murdered your mother. We’ll die. We’ll die hard, but we’ll die. And the bodies will rot in the streets, with no one to give them a pyre; and the rivers will rage red, until all you see is crimson and copper nightmares. (shakes head) And you won’t even have to lift a finger. All you have to do...is wait. You’ll have your revenge. All the revenge in the world. And I hope you choke on it.