The Playwright and Her Prince

"I hear your voice my prince. It's crystal clear amongst a swirling evil attempting to cloud my mind in fear. Your words give me hope for a new day. A day in which we are free from the restraint of the times we live in." said Ariel, atop a brightly lit stage. The prince knelt beside her and said "My beloved we can one day be together. I swear it by my father the king!" What a foolish prince. "You can't promise things by right of your father! He hates me and he would sooner see me die than on the throne!" The prince knows not of what he speaks and yet he speaks with such eloquence. "Ariel, my princess, my love, please do not say such things. My father is an old man and his grip on the kingdom wavers. Within a few months it could be I on the throne." Ariel shouts "Cut! We are rewriting that line. His father is dying he wouldn't say that. Ok the line is my father is an old man his health is failing rather quickly. Soon the fate of the entire kingdom will rest on my shoulders. I need you beside me to rule the kingdom!"