An educational extract from Magnus Irakath’s play, ‘Queen Emithra’s Lovers’

An educational extract from Magnus Irakath’s play, ‘Queen Emithra’s Lovers’

Act I, Scene 4

 The stage is the palace gardens. The back left corner has walls, forming Emithra’s bathing chamber, but large lattice window-doors allow both actors and audience to see clearly into it.

 Enter Prince Temrik of Narhaven, and Lord Samain, stage right.

 They walk towards the bathing chamber, but are stopped by Alypha, the Worldy Queen’s Maid, and Gimera, the Naive Queen’s maid. 

Alypha: Hold, my lords.

Temrik: Why do you stay our paths, servant?

Alypha: Only at the bidding of My Lady Queen, Your Highness.

Temrik: But it was your lady who summoned us to her presence. Does she now deny us?

Gimera: My lady intends to take her bath this hour. It would not be proper for you to intrude on her thus.

Alypha: Aye, here she comes now.

 Enter Queen Emithra of Evernol, stage left, in the walled area. She wears a thin white shift.

Temrik: Is this not strange, Samain? Is not the woman strange who summons us in the very hour she knows she cannot receive us?

Samain: The ways of all women are strange, Prince, but few more so that those of My Lady Queen.

 Emithra sheds her robe, leaving herself naked. She is facing the back left corner of the stage, so the cast (and the audience) can only see her arse.

Temrik: Sweet gods! She cannot know we are here to act thus! And she must not know we have been here! Samain, we must away!

Alypha: It was my lady’s wish that you wait here until she is ready to receive you, my lords.

Emithra bends, legs slightly parted, revealing a glimpse of her pussy.

Temrik: She cannot have meant this knowingly!

Samain: Oh but she does, Temrik. You are a foreigner, newly come to our court, but I have long courted the queen and I know her ways.

 Emithra turns, showing her bare front to the cast and audience. After a pause, she sits on the edge of her bath.

Samain: Ah, Prince, does not your manhood swell at the sight? No, do not deny it – you are of strong, royal blood, and a mighty and virile warrior. How can you have any desire but to sheath your sword in that pale beauty. Many times have I stood thus, in the same sweet torment. Yet I have found sweet Alypha, though she is a mere star beside the sun of our queen’s glory, has certain treasures that can ease the burden and grant some respite.

 He opens Alypha’s blouse, exposing her breasts. Temrik and Gimera gasp, Alypha merely smiles.

Samain: See? Are they not fine? Well suited to a peasant. Go, Alypha. You are a servant, and must now do service to the Prince.

Alypha: Aye, my lord.

 Alypha kneels before Temrik and begins to suck his cock.

Temrik: Ah! Samain, this is not proper?

Samain: Proper, your highness? How can it be improper that servants serve. As for me, this fresh new morsel shall do me good service.

Gimera: My lord… I have not been taught this part of my duties.

 Alypha switches to tit-fucking Temrik.

Alypha: That is because you would not learn, Gimera. Many have tried to instruct you. The cook would have taught you with his rolling pin, the lamp-lighter with his wick, even the captain of the guard with his mighty halberd. Even I would have taught you with my clever fingers. Yet you refused all lessons.

Samain: Then I shall teach you, sweet maid, for do not the holy texts say it is a noble’s duty to educate his lessers?

Samain moves Gimera so she is bent over with her hands pressed against the wall. He lifts her dress so her arse is exposed.

Samain: Ah, a fine bauble, well-suited for a noble to toy with.

 Samain begins to fuck Gimera.

Gimera: Oh, my lord! Had I known the lessons would be so sweet, I would have sought your instruction long since!

Alypha: You should also seek such teachings from the Prince, for his royal sword is the finest I have seen.