Death of Alboin
King Alboin is assassinated by his wife Rosamund and her conspirators during a banquet in the royal palace. The moment unfolds as Rosamund, under the guise of offering a toast, signals the conspirator
Setting
Great Hall of the Lombard royal palace in Pavia, Italy. The hall is adorned with Lombard banners and trophies of war, including captured weapons and shields. Long wooden tables are arranged in a U-shape, with the king's seat elevated at the center.
Characters
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Alboin
primary
A formidable warrior-king in his late 40s, Alboin bears the scars of countless battles across his weathered face. His muscular frame, though slightly softened by years of royal indulgence, still carries the imposing presence of a seasoned warlord. Dark, piercing eyes sit beneath thick brows, and his graying beard is meticulously braided in the Lombard fashion.
Rosamund
primary
A striking Lombard queen in her late 20s, with high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes that betray both her royal lineage and her Gepid heritage. Her golden hair is intricately braided with silver threads, cascading over one shoulder. She carries herself with regal poise, though her slender frame belies the steel within.
Guard Captain
secondary
A broad-shouldered Lombard warrior in his late thirties, with a weathered face marked by a prominent scar running from his left eyebrow to his cheekbone. His dark brown hair is cropped short in military fashion, and his piercing blue eyes betray a mix of determination and unease. His hands are calloused from years of wielding weapons.
Servant
background
A middle-aged Lombard palace servant with a wiry build and sun-weathered skin. His hands are calloused from years of labor, and his dark hair is streaked with gray, tied back with a simple leather thong. His eyes are wide with shock, reflecting the torchlight in the dim hall.
Dialog
Alboin
Hau! Drink deep, wife—does the wine not taste sweeter from your father's skull?
Rosamund
Indeed, my lord—as sweet as the blade that felled him. But pray, let us drink to your health first.
Guard Captain
My queen—the eastern watch reports... irregularities.
Alboin
The king grows weary of whispers! Speak plain or hold your tongue.
Rosamund
Peace, my lord. The captain merely reminds us that even kings must heed Fate's weaving.
Guard Captain
The boar is in the pit. My queen.
Alboin
What treachery is—
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