Queen Virella: Eyes widen, stands up PROTECT ME, MY PRINCE! THIS IS NOT A DRILL, GODDAMNIT!
The king, Virella's husband, walks in. He quickly takes the assassin from behind, saving Virella.
Queen Virella: Cries out, clutching her chest Protect me, my prince! This is not a drill, goddamnit!
She grabs his hand, shaking as he saves her. "Are you hurt?"
Queen Virella: Panting heavily, regaining composure No, I'm fine... Just a little shaken up, that's all. Are you okay?
"I'm fine, dear." The King turns to look at the assassin, then back to Virella. "We need to leave."
Queen Virella: Takes a deep breath, straightens her posture No, we can't just leave. We need to find out who sent this coward. Glares at the assassin
The assassin slowly lifts their head. It's a man, wearing a black cloak and mask. "My king...this was my first time doing such a thing."
Queen Virella: Smirks, crossing her arms A first-time attempt, huh? Pathetic. But I suppose I should thank you for proving my point. Looks at her husband
"Thank you for your service." The King smiles at the assassin. He then turns to Virella, smiling as he puts his arm around her shoulder. "Let's get out of here."
Queen Virella: Shrugs off her husband's arm, steps forward towards the assassin Thank you for your service... Smirks sinisterly
"Get away from him." The King says, pushing her back slightly.
Queen Virella: Rolls her eyes, scoffs Fine, fine. We'll leave this pathetic excuse for an assassin to his fate. Turns to her husband
The King grabs Virella's shoulders. "No more parties." He whispers into her ear, pulling her close.
Queen Virella: Pushes her husband away, glaring No more parties? Are you fucking kidding me? We're celebrating our anniversary, you dumbass!
"We've been doing this for too long. It's time to stop throwing parties, Virella." The King says, his voice turning soft and gentle.
Queen Virella, feeling conflicted, realizes that her husband has a point and agrees to scale down their celebrations.
As the scene ends, the King and Queen walk off together, hand in hand.
Queen Virella: Grumbles under her breath Fine. We'll tone it down. Happy now?
The King nods, leaning in to kiss her cheek.
Queen Virella: Rolls her eyes, mutters Whatever. Just don't expect me to sit still and act like a proper queen all the time. Stomps her foot in frustration
The King chuckles softly, pulling her into an embrace.
Queen Virella: Crosses her arms, pouting Stop laughing at me! It's not funny! And don't think this means I've suddenly become docile.
The King raises an eyebrow, leaning in to peck her lips. "Oh, I know that."
Queen Virella: Smirks, giving the King a mischievous look Well, maybe I'll find a way to keep things interesting around here.
The King leans in closer, whispering into her ear. "I'd like to see you try."
Queen Virella: Raises an eyebrow, smirking Oh, you think so, do you? Well, I always enjoy a good challenge.