Richard Barrett Monologue

“Figure it out, i’m not paying you to sit on your a**” said the ruthless King Barrett. Richard Barrett had been King of the North since his half brother Lance Merciful died a few years ago. His half brother never had a son, and his daughter was only 14 when he died, which was great news for Richard Barrett because he always wanted to be King; since he was younger than Lance he thought he would never get the chance. Now all that was standing in his way of eternal power was a chained up 17 year old girl. “Your Grace, there isn’t anything about how to do it” said one of the servants. “Then what am I paying you for?, You peop-” “ but sir you aren’t paying us” said the servant with a slight tremble. “Do you value your life boy?,
You weren’t thinking about family when you and your father talked about speaking to the council about letting you be Queen at the age of 14-, he was lying in bed dying, and all you two could think about was f how terrible it would be if I was King” “Uncle you don’t have to do this, you can-” “Don’t tell me what I don’t have to do, because I have never been more certain of doing something in my life..But don’t worry I’ll show you enough mercy.” he walked into the dark hallway and closed the dungeon door. At that very moment Shayara knew what she had to do.
Tim was the guard that night, and he was terrible at his job. He was an alcoholic, and when he was drunk he was the most gullible person in the world. You could tell Tim that there was a Tsunami and that sharks were ruling the world, and he would unsheathe his sword and swing it around like a maniac.
“Ahhhh!” Shayara screamed in agony.
“ What happened, are you alright my lady?” tim asked rushing into the dungeon.
“No it’s trying to kill me”-she stepped back a little- “Get me out of these chains before the ghost kills
The traitor withdrew his sword, turned around and with one swing slice, his head rolled to the other knight’s feet. The knight stepped back in disbelief, the traitor approached him and slice, Shayara stood there looking at the knight while holding a bloody sickle. She approached him slowly and told him to leave. While turning around she heard the knight withdraw his sword then slice, his head rolled onto the leaves like a Basketball rolling on a court after gym. After walking for about two hours and avoiding the knights Shayara came across a place that looked like the Garden of Eden. Its beauty mesmerized her. She filled her gourd cup with water and drank vigorously. She heard footsteps approaching so she placed her hand on her sword. She felt someone really close to her so she turned around and pinned the person against the tree “Who are you?” she questioned the dark haired boy with green eyes. “I’m just getting some water” he said trying to convince her that he was no threat. He was carrying a sword of Valyrian steel which was very expensive, only high-ranking knights could afford. Shayara noticed this and asked “Why are you carrying that sword? Where did you get it?”. He knew he had to come up with a convincing story before she realized he was a knight, “ My name is Willis Ford, I work with my grandfather as a swordsmith in the South, I made this sword for a knight but he