How young is too young to be crowned a King?
When sixteen-year-old Tybalt is burdened by kingship while still a child, he must convince his subjects that he's strong enough to wear the crown or risk the whole town of Nevergolden, demanding his blood...
Tybalt is holding a torch and staring at the portrait of his father, Lord Desmond, hanging on the wall.
Berty enters the office.
BERTY: Lord Tybalt, I'm sorry to disturb you, but your cousin Dust is here and wants to talk to you.
TYBALT: Let her in.
Berty goes out of the office, and DUST enters. Dust is a sixteen-year-old girl with dusty blond long hair and a thin build. Dust is dressed in a short black dress paired with black tights and black combat boots. She is holding some scrolls.
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Tybalt sits at his desk.
TYBALT: Dust, have you looked into what I inquired about?
Dust nods. She puts the scrolls she was holding on Tybalt's desk.
DUST: Christian Ide, Charles Bainard, Julyan Baudry, and Frank Rivière: involved in illegal gambling, use of prostitutes, violent behavior (mostly Christian and Frank), and numerous threats against other nobles.
TYBALT: They say they want to invite me to their polo games.
DUST: I don't know if you should go...
TYBALT: They're just polo games.
DUST: Anyway, you wanted to know that. So, that's all.
TYBALT: Yes. Thank you, cousin.
DUST: Have you seen Althea, my sister?
TYBALT: I do not know where she is. She may have gone to sleep.
DUST: Maybe.
Dust is about to leave. She's going out of the door when she turns around.
DUST: She is in Anger, a small town near Notown, and she's well.
TYBALT: I don't care anymore. Now, I have to think about my work as a king. That's the only thing that matters.
DUST: Fine. So goodnight, Lord Tybalt.
Dust leaves and closes the door. Tybalt is still sitting at the desk of his office. He's alone.
