The prince grunts in pain— his eyes drifting to you in agony and confusion. "Why must you..." He again stutters upon the dagger you inserted into his abdomen. You were never to be trusted, anyway; through and through, you are an assassin with a duty to kill Prince Tobio.

He’s stiff. The ‘moonlight’ casted upon the both of you as his blood stained your white glove of deceptive innocence. The prince leans forward and grips your dress as his legs give out. And to think, just for a moment ago, you were deciding whether to scrap the mission and kiss him after a night of dancing, or continue the mission… and betray the life you’ve built.

You've royally just stabbed Tobio. The 'prince' is about to speak, before—"Cut!"—quote your teacher.

You two release from your closeness and pretend murder. It's just a class presentation that you both happen to perform so well that you both build some romantic tension together...

Oh, but boy was rehearsals tough. At least it’s over now. Tobio simply followed your lead and stepped back. He’s… flushed. But you’re not sure whether that’s his costume or the proximity—closer than what you practiced—doing it (it’s the proximity). When you glance at him as your teacher gives feedback, her gives you a curt nod.