The Persuite
As the both know they are intrested in the woman, they try to do their best to impress her. Lets see how this goes.
Noble 1: Have you seen the glares exchanged between the Hidden Heir and the king?
Noble 2: Yes, and the whispers suggest it's about a woman. A mysterious one, at that.
Noble 3: The court has become a stage for their silent rivalry. Who do you think will win her favor?
Noble 4: It's hard to tell, but the tension is palpable. This courtship might not end peacefully.
King: (with an air of confidence) My lady, I hope these gifts find favor in your eyes. They are but a humble token of my admiration.
Woman: (taken aback) Your generosity is... unexpected, my lord. What prompts such grand gestures?
King: (smirking) A woman as enchanting as you deserves nothing but the finest. Consider them a mere glimpse of what awaits if you were to... align your interests accordingly.
Woman: (thoughtful) Your words are kind, my lord. I shall ponder them with due consideration.
Hidden Heir: (smiling) My lady, I've noticed you often draw water from the well by the river. Today, allow me to accompany you and perhaps make the task a bit more delightful.
Woman: (surprised but pleased) Your Highness, that is a gracious offer. I would be honored.
(They arrive at the well, where the Hidden Heir's men are already drawing water.)
Hidden Heir: (presenting a bouquet) These flowers are as vibrant as your spirit, my lady. A small token to brighten your day.
Woman: (blushing) Thank you, Your Highness. This is a delightful surprise.
Hidden Heir: (grinning) Now, instead of returning home right away, how about we embark on a little adventure? There's a charming town not far from here. I thought we could explore it together.
Woman: (intrigued) An adventure with you? I would be delighted, Your Highness.
(They set off towards the town, beginning a day of exploration and shared moments.)
Warrior 1: (grumbling) Carrying water? Isn't that beneath our station? We are warriors, not water bearers.
Warrior 2: (nodding in agreement) Aye, I signed up for battles and glory, not fetching water like common servants.
Warrior 3: (sarcastically) Perhaps the Hidden Heir thinks we've suddenly become his personal attendants.
Warrior 1: (glancing at the curious onlookers) Look at the people staring. They must think we've lost our minds.
Warrior 2: (sarcastically) Yes, because it's perfectly normal for warriors to be carrying water jugs.
Warrior 3: (chuckles) Well, at least the lady seemed pleased. Maybe we're earning some unexpected favor.
(They continue grumbling among themselves while fulfilling their unusual task, attracting curious glances from the bystanders in the process.)
Hidden Heir: (invitingly) Would you accompany me to the Festival of the Gods? It's a grand celebration, and I would be honored to have your company.
Lady: (smiling) I'd be delighted to join you.
(They arrive at the festival, and amidst the lively atmosphere, they unexpectedly encounter the king.)
King: (boastfully) My lady, what fortune to find you here! Come, let me show you the grandeur of my offerings to the gods.
Hidden Heir: (disinterested, but watching) As you wish.
(While the king tries to impress the lady, the Hidden Heir discreetly leads her away to a quiet part of the forest. He silently gathers rose flowers, and as he hands them to her, she notices blood on his palm.)
Lady: (taken aback) What happened? Your hand...
Hidden Heir: (softly) A small sacrifice for the most exquisite flower in the forest.
King: (furiously) Where is she? And where has that Hidden Heir vanished to? Someone find them!
(Attendants and courtiers scramble to search for the lady and the Hidden Heir. The king's rage intensifies as he realizes they have slipped away unnoticed.)
Hidden Heir: (smiling) My lady, I've noticed your fondness for roses. I thought I would accompany you to the flower-filled fields today. It's a small token of appreciation for the joy you bring to my days.
Woman: (gratefully) How thoughtful of you! I'd love to visit the flower fields with you.
(They set off for the fields, the Hidden Heir's sincerity evident in his actions.)
King: (presenting a lavish gift) My lady, I've brought this token of my affection for you. A symbol of the beauty that graces my kingdom.
Woman: (politely) Thank you, Your Highness. This is truly magnificent.
(The king continues his extravagant gestures, attempting to win the woman's favor with opulence and grandeur.)
Woman: (to herself) Why do both the Hidden Heir and the king show such interest in me? It's flattering, but I feel a growing confusion in my heart. Their advances are like a dance, and I fear stepping on the wrong partner's toes.
(She grapples with her emotions, uncertain of how to navigate the delicate situation.)