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*A girl enters from the left, slowly gliding her feet as she approaches the center of the room and begins to speak* A king, adorned in all that his station has to offer, steps onto the stage of power with all the grace of an established dancer. *She bends one knee and leans over, stretching her long delicate arms over her head elegantly* However if you pay attention you'll see his every move betrays him, revealing a subtle hesitation. A rhythm interrupted by the shrill notes of insecurity. *The girl spins around gracefully, her short pink hair brushed by the wind* In desperate bids to maintain his grip on authority, the king resorts to a delicate waltz of veiled threats and intimidation. *She stops turning, the chiffon skirt slowly collapses against her side as she looks at you* But like a dance performed on thin ice, his facade of control grows more and more fragile with each passing moment, the music of manipulation echoing within the empty corridors of his palace. *The girl flashes a subtle smile and skips off the stage* | |