Paraskevi takes a deep breath, makeup making her her fur look like her skin look like her skin was rotting off her bones. The musicians began playing low scary music, that was her cue, Paraskevi walked on stage, her movements making her look weak, her flower crown wilting on her head "Woe! How could a Queen as powerful as I have been reduced to something so weak?" Paraskevi got on her knees and hung her head, wrapping herself in her purple cloak "Oh God of Death and Plague, if you must take me, I won't be taken without a fight!" Paraskevi slowly got up wobbling her legs to sell the point she was weak to the audience, she moved her eyes to the side to look at the king, who wasn't looking at the play. Paraskevi had to hold down a sigh