Death of Æthelstan
King Æthelstan, the first King of England, lies in state in the royal palace chapel in Gloucester, surrounded by mourning nobles and clergy. The atmosphere is heavy with grief and uncertainty as the k
Setting
Royal Palace Chapel in Gloucester, England. The chapel is a solemn, stone-built structure with high, narrow windows and a vaulted ceiling. The king's body lies in state on a draped bier at the center, surrounded by mourning nobles and clergy.
Characters
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Æthelstan
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A tall, regal figure even in death, with a strong jawline and broad shoulders. His face is pale and serene, with closed eyes and neatly trimmed beard. His hands are folded over his chest, holding a simple cross.
Bishop of Winchester
primary
A tall, gaunt man in his late 60s with a deeply lined face and piercing blue eyes that seem to see beyond the mortal realm. His white hair is tonsured in the monastic style, and his hands are gnarled from years of holding a crozier.
Ealdorman Ælfric
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A tall, broad-shouldered nobleman in his late 40s with a weathered face, piercing blue eyes, and a neatly trimmed beard streaked with grey. His muscular frame suggests a lifetime of martial training, though his posture now carries the weight of grief.
Royal Guard
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A tall, broad-shouldered warrior in his late 30s, with a weathered face marked by old battle scars. His thick beard is neatly trimmed, and his piercing blue eyes remain fixed ahead in solemn vigilance. His muscular frame is clad in chainmail that shows signs of wear from years of service.
Monastic Scribe
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A thin, middle-aged man with a slightly hunched posture from years of bending over manuscripts. His pale complexion suggests long hours spent indoors, and his hands bear ink stains from his work. His short-cropped brown hair is receding slightly, and his sharp eyes are accustomed to deciphering faint script.
Dialog
Bishop of Winchester
Requiem æternam dona ei, Domine, et lux perpetua luceat ei.
Ealdorman Ælfric
The sword-winter takes even kings, yet leaves us to face the storm alone.
Bishop of Winchester
Peace, noble Ælfric. Let us first lay our uncle-king to rest before speaking of storms.
Ealdorman Ælfric
Do you hear that, Bishop? The ravens gather already at Gloucester's gates.
Bishop of Winchester
God's will be done. Now kneel with me, cousin, and pray for his soul's swift journey.
Ealdorman Ælfric
Aye, pray we must... but keep one eye open, holy father.
Bishop of Winchester
In paradisum deducant te Angeli...
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