The filming of Tournament of Honor goes on. They head to the final scene; Allan looks a little tense.
Director Sherrill: All right, we’re going to continue, Allan, are you okay?
Allan: (Under his breath) I’m fine, just desperately need a drink.
Aoi: I bet you do.
Director Sherrill: Al?

Allan: Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, in fact I’m perfect, thank you.
Director Sherrill: Good. So what are you waiting for, hon? Take your breath and get into character, we’re going to the ending scene. Aoi: (To Allan) Your ending, literally speaking.
Director Sherrill: Guys, focus, please. Now, ready? ACTION!

Allan: Like I said, I am a merciful king. I see no point in punishing Edward by expelling him from the palace for a misunderstanding. So, if you don’t mind, my queen, I have decided to name him my personal aide.
Aoi: Oh, I don’t mind in the least, milord.

Allan: Ah, I’m so pleased to hear that! From this day forward, we’re all going to be very happy together here, you’ll see!
(The queen keeps a deafening silence).

Allan: Also, after our reconciliation, you and I will proceed to fill this place with lots of children, the worthy offspring of Richard the Beautiful.

Allan: Peace will return to our kingdom, and this time it will last forever!
Aoi: I have no doubt that it will, my king. (Ominous Music Plays Again)
Director Sherrill: CUT! Thank you Aoi, excellent work, honey. Allan, go to your next mark.

Allan goes to his next mark and takes a deep breath. This time, without company, he finds it easier to concentrate. Of course, he’s aware his two young co-stars are watching him, but he tries not to think of them. Director Sherrill: Ready? Lights… Camera… ACTION!

Allan: I see a wonderful future waiting for us, a future of love and redemption; a future where there is no room for jealousy, distrust or betrayal!

Allan: A bright and splendorous future, in which I… will always….

Allan: Coff, coff, coff. What… what’s wrong with me? All of a sudden, I feel weak, and everything is starting to get cloudy. I get the feeling that…
(*Finale music starts playing*)

Allan: (*Coffs*) Yes, that’s it… I’m dying! Some treacherous hands must have poisoned the wine in my goblet, but whose?

Aoi: Take a guess, milord.
Allan: Regina, you??
Aoi: You are so self-absorbed it was really easy to pour that lethal poison in your cup. Now all that remains is to witness your slow, painful demise.

Allan: Ha! I should have guessed you would do something like this. Lucky for me, I still have my trusty squire to assist me. Edward, what are you standing there for? Quick, find a doctor with an antidote!

Fabian: Sorry milord, but this is a very potent poison, with no antidote.
Allan: How do you know? Wait, did you…?
Aoi: (From the stairs) Of course, darling. You think I did this on my own? (*Finale music plays louder*)

Allan: For goodness’ sake, Edward, how could you?
Aoi: Well, there is no money or land that cannot buy a ‘loyal’ squire.
Allan: Is what I am hearing true? For a handful of gold, you betrayed me, Edward Bachelor?

Fabian: I’m sorry milord, but I have always wanted to be king, this was my only chance.
Allan: So you chose to deceive me? What about us? What about what we had?
Fabian: It was good while it lasted, but it was doomed anyway.

The finale music plays even louder. Allan loses his concentration, wondering if the tragic fate of Richard the Beautiful could become his own in real life. Not a pleasant fate, or fair, or anything he’d wish for himself.
Director Sherrill: Hello? Concentration, Al; we’re almost done!

Allan breathes. Thank heaven this is just a movie and he’s not King Richard the Beautiful!
Allan: (In character again) So this is how I die… Edward, Regina, be happy without me. Goodbye, cruel world.

(*The King slowly lies down on the floor and exhales. Tragic Music plays as the camera zooms out*)
Director Sherrill: Aaaand… CUT!
The entire set applauds, the filming of Tournament of Honor has successfully come to an end. 🎬🎥

---