delirium hold's lifted
*blinks*
*looks around him*
*stares down at his hands like he's never seen them before*
*blinks again*
Ay... a strange dream hath befallen me. Do I awaken...? My head doth ache and I feel quite... queer strange, as if the world's colours are dulled and rendered blunt by some cruel twist of fate. Why they were bright, so bright, as a painter's palette... I know not.
But I am well again. What strange illness this now hath passed, and though I remember not greatly these aflicted days, I beg your pardon, friends and strangers. Excuse this prince, this soul, this man-- he stands before you now, open to all mercy.
Typist: Just a public service announcement. The mad prince is sane again. Or as sane as he ever was.
*looks around him*
*stares down at his hands like he's never seen them before*
*blinks again*
Ay... a strange dream hath befallen me. Do I awaken...? My head doth ache and I feel quite... queer strange, as if the world's colours are dulled and rendered blunt by some cruel twist of fate. Why they were bright, so bright, as a painter's palette... I know not.
But I am well again. What strange illness this now hath passed, and though I remember not greatly these aflicted days, I beg your pardon, friends and strangers. Excuse this prince, this soul, this man-- he stands before you now, open to all mercy.
Typist: Just a public service announcement. The mad prince is sane again. Or as sane as he ever was.