Rawr, fear meh! XD I have broadened my clasp on FictionPress to attempting to write plays! le gasp! This is a play version of one of my stories called Yin and Yang, I believe. But in this one Quelan meets a girl, not a man. So this isn't slash. Sorry for all you hoping for more slash from me. XD

My big reason for not making this slash. If I can get the guts, I want to show this to my Freshman Literature teacher (whom is the Drama Club supervisor), and see what he thinks of it. T-T; So, no slash, because I don't want to creep out my old Literature teacher. ; Sorry.

Summary: A prince is given a potion by an angry fiance, which is supposed to make him fall head-over-heels in love with her. But, instead, it turns him into a girl. XD Now he must venture home, with newly met commoner friend, Faye. Will love blossom between Faye and Quelan, once the prince has been changed back to normal? Who knows?

Scene 1

The scene fades in with Quelan in the throne room, glaring at his mother and father (King and Queen) who sit obliviously in front of him. Sarah is by the King and Queens' thrones, smiling a bit too sweetly at Quelan.

Quelan: Mother, Father, this is unfair! I should have a choice in whom I marry! And I wish not to marry that spoiled snob who sits besides you!

Sarah fakes a sob, and the Queen gasps, leaning over to pat the girl on the shoulder to comfort her.

King: (angered) Quelan! Watch your tongue, boy! (More calmly as he turns to Sarah) Don't mind him, my dear. In time, he will realize how fortunate he is to have such a beautiful maiden as you to be his future wife.

Sarah: (through sniffles she speaks, but continues to hide her face behind her hands) Oh thank you, m'lord. To be called beautiful by such a great king as yourself. But if Quelan wishes not to marry me---

King: (jovial) Do not say such things m'dear! Quelan will be glad to marry you, once he has time to ponder over his situation. He gets a beautiful swan, such as yourself, and beautiful children in due time. (Looks over at Quelan and winks) Very beautiful children, wouldn't you agree?

Quelan: (disgusted) I could get more beautiful children if I were to marry and bed a warthog, Father!

Queen: (gasps) Quelan! (raises a hand to her lips in horror)

King: (angered) Now see he---

Quelan: No! Now you see here, Father. I told you I will not marry that spoiled brat, and I am one who holds true to his word! (bitterly) Unlike some other men in this room. Good day to you all.

Quelan turns on his heel, to leave, but Sarah jumps up and stops him, by grabbing his upper arm.

Sarah: Quelan, it is rude to leave without excusing yourself, especially in front of---

Quelan: Shut up! (yanks his arm from Sarah's grip)

Sarah: (gasps) How dare you tell your future wife to shut up! (promptly slaps Quelan)

Quelan: (Holds his cheek, before slapping Sarah himself)

Sarah just held her cheek, and gaped at Quelan, as the King and Queen gasp. The King starts to protest, but Quelan cuts him off, all his anger directed towards Sarah.

Quelan: I don't care if I'm being rude! As far as I'm concerned, I hold more respect for a scrawny street mutt than for you! Good bye, and good riddance.

Quelan turns on his heel again and storms from the room. The sound of two large door slamming echoing in the silence for a quick moment. Quietly, the King glares after Quelan, and the Queen just sighs, shaking her head. Sarah bursts into her false tears again, covering her face with her hands.

Sarah: (falsely sobbing) Oh, he shall never love me! ( makes an act of wiping her eyes as she keeps her back to the King and Queen and sniffles) Please, excuse me to my quarters, your majesties. I must get myself together, and pray that Quelan eventually finds it in his heart to give me a chance.

Queen: You are excused, sweet Sarah. I'm so sorry for all of this Sarah. I'm sure that my son will come to his senses about you soon. He's just a little peevish today, is all.

Sarah: (glances over her shoulder slightly, a hint of disdain in her voice) Yes, yes. Peevish. I do hope that he'll feel better later. Thank you, and farewell for the time being, m'lord and m'lady. (turns and quickly curtsies, before turning again, and exiting the stage.)

Once Sarah is gone, the Queen turns to the King. Daintilly, she puts a hand on his shoulder, causing the King to look over to her, curiously.

Queen: What ever shall we do about this predicament, dear? What if Quelan actually doesn't agree to this marriage in time?

King: (gruffly as he crosses his arms and snorts) Don't ask me. He's your ill-tempered son.

The Queen sighs, and lightly smacks the King on the shoulder. As the lights dim, the Queen is heard saying: " Oh, Richard. He gets his temper from you."

End Scene 1

Please leave comments, critques, or advice. ; If I feel I've gotten enough support, or whatever , I'll post the second scene ASAP.