What are you thinking?

Scene 1,

Location: Prince Kael's balcony, where the cool breeze of spring whispers across the evening sky.

Artha was standing on the balcony, leaning against the railing. She gazed at Hulayen (the capital of Theomov) with her eyes, lost in thought.

Artha (thinking): Two years... It's been two years since I came here. Funny how the nights change, but the weight of time still lingers.

Suddenly, the door creaks open.

Artha (hearing the sound but not turning around): Two years, and now... I'm the most precious person to the Crown Prince.

Prince Kael enters the room quietly, noticing his wife standing lost in thought by the balcony. He grabs a soft shawl, approaches her, and gently wraps it around her shoulders.

 

Kael: "What's on your mind, love?"

Artha: "Can you guess?"

Kael (smiling): "The empire's people?"

Artha (shakes her head, smiling): "No."

Kael: "Our family, then?"

Artha: "Close..."

Kael: "Ah, the children and me?"

Artha: "Half right."

Kael (grinning): "Me, then?"

Artha (nodding with a playful smile): "Mm-hm. Right."

Kael (smiling like an idiot): "What exactly are you thinking about me?"

 

Artha turns, her gaze meeting Kael's, as he instinctively places his hands on her waist.

Artha: "Why don't you tell me what you think I'm thinking about?"

Kael: "I'd rather hear it from you..."

Artha (playfully): "Have a guess."

Kael (thinking hard, brow furrowed): What could it be?

Artha (teasingly running her fingers along his Adam's apple): "Think hard , my prince."

Kael (exhaling with a slight chuckle): " Don't mess around , love ."

Artha: "I'll stop... but only if you have an answer."

Kael: "Give me a moment..."

 Thinking hard and hard , After sometime ,

Suddenly, a light flickers in Kael's eyes as a realization dawns on him. At the exact same moment, Artha smiles, knowing that he's figured it out.

Kael and Artha(at the same time): "You're ( I'm) thinking about the first time we met."

Both laugh together, the memory drawing them even closer.

 

Flashback (Boooom): The world blurs as the memory pulls them back to that pivotal moment