“I’ll never forget you,” the princess said, holding his hand.
“It’s not like I plan on going out there and dying,” the knight said back. He smiled. “Wait for me. I will return.”
The princess let his hand slip from her grip. She turned away from the knight. “My brother proclaimed the same. What of him?”
“Prince Eric is out there.” The knight placed his hands on her shoulders. “And I’m going to find him, and bring him home.”
The playwright walked out onto the stage. “Is everyone following along?” he asked the large theater audience. He gestured toward the princess. “She wants her love, the knight, to return safely, but she believes she has already lost her brother to the war.” He motioned to the knight. “The knight is a proud warrior who will not admit defeat before has even left the castle. He tries to console the princess, for he loves her so, by assuring her that the prince is still alive.”
A man from the audience–third row back from the stage–stood. He cupped his hands around his mouth, and shouted out, “We get it! You don’t need to explain it to us! We’re not morons!”