The crowd fell into a hush as the curtains drew back. A low, solemn flute played in the background, echoing with a melancholic tune. The stage lights dimmed, bathing the platform in a muted glow. A backdrop of a regal stone castle painted in gray and blue hues stood behind a young boy clad in ornate noble clothing. His face was pale, troubled, and filled with the weight of invisible burdens.
The screen opened .
On the stage stood five individuals—three men and two women, dressed in symbolic, archaic robes and cloaks. The oldest male wore a silver crown made of branches, and one of the women knelt, pretending to sob while holding a bloodied prop blade.
"You…what did you give birth to?"
"A worthless fool with no talent….A boy like this shouldn't be alive."
"NOOO!Please my Lord, anything but that…Please let him alive…At the end he is your blood."The woman cried kneeling down.
