Hamlet
You're acting exceptionally impetuous today. You wonder why.
Still, the idea has merit. Didn't somebody say Lady Luck favored hot-headed men?
You slip back into the castle and make your way toward the Great Hall. You can tell by the booming drums and the loud, bawdy songs that the party is not yet over. Entering the hall where the feast is being held, you see that Claudius is slumped over in his chair, with a goblet balanced precariously in his grip. He does drop the goblet soon after, spilling wine over the floor and attracting the attention of a couple of serving wenches.
You cross the room with calm, even strides, slowing as you near the head table. The few people who aren't distracted by the goblet or the entertainment don't pay you much attention, and assume that you intend to seek an audience with the King and Queen. "Mother,"
Your mother half-turns to answer. The maids continue to clean. Claudius doesn't see you at all, having chosen this moment to try to pull your mother into a kiss -
That's when you whip out your sword and stab him cleanly through the chest.
Everything is a bit of a blur afterward. Blood splatters all over your face. People scream. Hands - guards, presumably - pull you away. Others are trying to rouse Claudius, but it's no use. You aren't sure what'll happen to you. Possibly they'll drag you down to a cell to be executed. Possibly as the last royal with substantial claim to the crown you'll get some leniency, especially after you tell your side of the story. You'll have to wait and see.
But you've avenged your father. Claudius will now face the fires of purgatory and share your father's fate. That's a victory, right?
Still, the idea has merit. Didn't somebody say Lady Luck favored hot-headed men?
You slip back into the castle and make your way toward the Great Hall. You can tell by the booming drums and the loud, bawdy songs that the party is not yet over. Entering the hall where the feast is being held, you see that Claudius is slumped over in his chair, with a goblet balanced precariously in his grip. He does drop the goblet soon after, spilling wine over the floor and attracting the attention of a couple of serving wenches.
You cross the room with calm, even strides, slowing as you near the head table. The few people who aren't distracted by the goblet or the entertainment don't pay you much attention, and assume that you intend to seek an audience with the King and Queen. "Mother,"
Your mother half-turns to answer. The maids continue to clean. Claudius doesn't see you at all, having chosen this moment to try to pull your mother into a kiss -
That's when you whip out your sword and stab him cleanly through the chest.
Everything is a bit of a blur afterward. Blood splatters all over your face. People scream. Hands - guards, presumably - pull you away. Others are trying to rouse Claudius, but it's no use. You aren't sure what'll happen to you. Possibly they'll drag you down to a cell to be executed. Possibly as the last royal with substantial claim to the crown you'll get some leniency, especially after you tell your side of the story. You'll have to wait and see.
But you've avenged your father. Claudius will now face the fires of purgatory and share your father's fate. That's a victory, right?
