Monologue On The Assassination Of Brecht

“Swish! Swish!” Like a pendulum, the feather streaks back and forth across the cursed parchment, marking up my father’s name. My father, the king… oh, how I hate that man. I simply detest him, every ounce of him. Oh, but how the townsmen love him. They call him “King Albrecht II, the honorable.” Yeah, right, “honorable”. How could you describe signing a law into action requiring the entire kingdom to inform him of all decisions made honorable? Because this article of corruption is what he’s signing! I deserve his throne, and you know what? I’m going to take it. The question is, how do I accomplish this? He won’t just hand it to me after all. Maybe I could trick him into giving it to me, or could I—no, I couldn’t, but I could! Yes, I must conspire against him to claim the throne for myself! …show more content…
My birth name is Prince Albrecht III, but to avoid any further association with my father, I simply go by Brecht. Yes, King Brecht! That is a fitting name for a monarch, and it shall be mine very soon, but I must first determine how this assassination will take place. His guards will simply not allow it. Even with my noble blood, I am not allowed to bare weaponry within the same sector of the palace as my father. This means I must carry a knife! This will allow me to sneak up close to my father and pierce through his throat. I guess I am still in need to speak with Slimmitten. “Father, I have seen enough of this legislature. I shall retreat to my chambers now,” I announce, confident in the