King Reginald: *In the castle with the waiters preparing for a royal feast* Queen Cynthia: *Getting ready for the feast*
Penelope: Gets up out of her chair and walks down the long throne room, her guards marching behind her, and the slight train of her dress dragging on the dusty floor.
Penelope: Walks along the hallways, then turns her head slightly to one of the guards walking behind her. "Send for Richard." The guards look at each other. "NOW!"
Cynthia: Oh you are too kind, general! Come, follow me as we are about to start our feast! The Condé's should be arriving soon... Reginald: *Puts on finest robes for the feast* ~mutters to self: this feast will be the best one yet
Penelope: "We are supposed to be at that other place soon...the name escapes my mind!" She fixes her throne, then brushes off the dirt from her dress.