Queen Nancy: Who are you to step foot in this Castle, you treacherous swine?
Kabul: Ouch, Nancy—that came out of the blue. But I'll take it to heart. I'll do my best not to be provoked, for I am here to give my unconditional blessings to my newly born nephew.
Queen Nancy: You? Invited? If I recall correctly, you were not. And let me remind you—you have no nephew here. My son would never have a bloodsucking leech like you as an uncle.
Crowd (murmuring among the crowd): "If he wasn't invited, then what business does he have here?"
Kabul: You better watch your tongue, Nancy. I don't think you want to see the darker side of me. Anyway, where is my handsome nephew?
King Abenator: Do I need to remind you that you have no nephew here? Haven't I made my intentions clear to you?
Kabul: Blah blah blah. You cannot deprive me of what's rightfully mine. I won't let history repeat itself this time.
King Abenator: Repeat history? (Laughs) You know for sure that you and I have no history. Your treacherous ways made our beloved father despise you.
Kabul: (Laughs) Perfect timing. I think the people of Taytozena deserve to know the truth.
SONG TITLE: WHEN THRONES BLEED
[Verse 1 – Solo Male Voice, solemn tone]
In a hall of gold and silence deep,
Two sons born where secrets sleep.
One was fire, the other flame,
But only one could wear the name.
They danced in halls of father's pride,
While shadows whispered deep inside.
The crown is forged in silent screams,
And hearts break slow behind the scenes.
[Chorus – Choir backing, dramatic orchestration]
When thrones bleed, and stars fall low,
The past returns in moonlit woe.
A kiss, a vow, a shattered sword,
All twisted by the final word.
Blood remembers, oaths decay,
When brothers curse the light of day.
One for love, one for spite,
Both will burn before the night.
[Verse 2 – Female voice (could be Nancy or symbolic)]
I saw the storm behind their eyes,
A kingdom lost to truth and lies.
He loved with fire, but fate was cruel,
And turned a prince into a fool.
I held their names inside my chest,
But only one would pass the test.
Now whispers echo through the land,
Where light once knelt to darkness' hand.
[Bridge – Soft, ghostly voices]
(Whispers)
They were brothers…
They were kings…
They were shattered…
By the strings…
[Final Chorus – Full ensemble, swelling, thunder crashes]
When thrones bleed, and justice dies,
The wind will howl with ancient cries.
From cursed woods to banquet hall,
The night shall rise, the crowns shall fall.
Vengeance wrapped in royal thread,
The living haunt the dreams of dead.
And when the tale is finally sung—
No one knows… who was the wronged one.
[Outro – Soft, fading voice]
So gather close and light the flame…
This is the story of a broken name.
The prince who rose…
And the king who lost…
And the hearts they turned to frost.
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(FLASHBACK – 35 Years Ago)
(The courtyard of Taytozena glowed with gold banners and roaring cheers. King Liam stood proudly as knights were called forth and honored. Among them: a young Richlife, proud and strong. But all eyes weren't on the swords — they were on her.)
A young woman, fierce and radiant in silver armor, stepped forward. She was Sir Nancy. Her grace was unmatched. Her blade even more so.
Kabul, standing tall as the Crown Prince, was struck with awe.
"She will be my queen," he whispered to himself, as if fate had spoken through his blood. "As the heir, I vow to make Nancy mine."
Narrator (Flashback continued): After the knighting ceremony ended, Kabul approached Nancy, hoping to know more about the fierce knight who had captured his heart. They spoke warmly for a few minutes — a gentle spark flickering between them — before parting ways.
But fate had its tricks.
As Nancy was leaving the castle grounds, she noticed someone standing in the shadows of the corridor — someone who looked like Kabul.
Abenator (posing as Kabul): Nancy, why are you leaving so soon? Did something happen?
Nancy (confused): Didn't we already part ways? I thought you said you had to run.
Abenator (pausing, then recovering): Oh—right, yes… Well, when you're the Crowned Prince, there's always something at stake.
Nancy: Indeed. It would've been nice if we met under different circumstances. But I would still be honored to serve.
Abenator (smiling): Really? I'd love to have you as my personal guard.
Narrator: That was the first seed of confusion. A moment of mistaken identity… that would one day shatter a kingdom.
Nancy: You know… let's leave every day to fate. Who knows — maybe one day, we'll be more than master and servant.
(Abenator smiled, but envy lingered in his eyes. Nancy walked away, leaving him in the shadows.)
Narrator: Meanwhile, inside the castle, King Liam introduced Prince Kabul to the noble guests. Among them was Lady Elora, Nancy's mother, who had come to plead for royal assistance in defending her war-torn province.
Lady Elora: Your Majesty, our lands are crumbling under raider attacks. We need a true warrior… one of royal blood… to lead us.
King Liam: You have my word. One of my sons will ride with your people.
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(Throne Room – Later That Day)
King Liam: Kabul. Abenator. A noble woman — Lady Elora — seeks our aid. I have decided. Kabul will represent the crown.
Abenator's face darkened.
Abenator: What?! I'm stronger than him! Why always Kabul?
Kabul: Father… maybe Abenator should go. He's eager to serve.
King Liam: No. My word is final. Strategy wins wars, not fury. Kabul is better suited.
Abenator clenched his fists.
Abenator: I'm tired of living in your shadow. All my life, I've fought to be seen, and still — no one values me!
Kabul: You're wrong, brother. We all admire you. But a mission like this needs more than strength.
Abenator (laughing bitterly): Do you hear yourself? You're just another puppet for Dad's praise. Well, guess what? From today, I start over — without any of you. And mark my words: I'll see you banished from this kingdom.
King Liam (furious): You insolent brat! Your mother would weep to see the disgrace you've become. If I'd known you'd turn into this… I would've ended you as a child!
Kabul: Father, no! Don't say that. He's still your son — angry, yes, but not lost. Mother would want you to show mercy, not wrath.
King Liam: Enough! You keep flattering him. Feeding his delusions.
Abenator (broken): Is this what we've become? Fine. From this day forward — we are no longer brothers. We are sworn enemies… I—
King Liam (striking him): Silence! Leave this room at once!
Abenator stormed out, trembling with rage. Kabul watched him go, heart sinking.
(PRESENT – BALLROOM)
King Abenator: Go on, say whatever you have to say—but bear in mind, this cock-and-bull story will not prevail.
Crowd: Our King is no murderer like you, Kabul. We all know you're just putting on a show to overthrow him. And when that moment comes, you'll rule this kingdom with iron fists.
Kabul: Me, a murderer? So you've managed to brainwash the people of Taytozena to turn their backs on me? That's cruel, brother. Should I remind you of the promise I made earlier?
Queen Nancy: What are you planning to do?
Kabul (with a devilish smile): Just wait and see.
King Abenator: Guards! I want you to kill this demon.
Guards: Yes, your Majesty.
The guards drew their swords, ready for battle. But Kabul took them down in the blink of an eye.
Kabul: Is this all you've got, BROTHER?! Every drop of blood shed from now on will be on your hands. Consider this the doom about to befall this kingdom. You've kindled a fire you cannot put out. Ha ha haaaaa!
Once again, Kabul transformed into a swarm of butterflies, scattering into the wind as he vanished from the castle.