Damsel Page #6

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A grey stone, throne room. Banners of red, hang. Thessia’s

golden lion crest.

Castle Thessia’s throne room is particularly elaborate

tonight.

Illustrious decor. A regal gala. A gathering of royal

magnitude. Boisterous chatter echoes between the high

archways and stained glass windows.

Sconces ablaze. A band of musical men play for the party.

The King’s Guard, soldiers and the social elite banter as

they tap endless wine.

In the throne, KING EDWARD, 60 years old now, observes. His

hair, still red. He’s grown stern with age. Dressed in

black, royal clothing.

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At his side, QUEEN MARIE, stunning in her early 60’s. Her

chin high. Natural. A comfortable and kind smile.

Their son, PRINCE CAVILL, is among the crowd, laughing with a

few of his male peers. He bears a striking resemblance to

his father Edward.

His jaw is square. His heavy brow is framed by his fire-red,

Irish hair. Golden eyes. 21 years old.

King Edward turns to his queen.

KING EDWARD:

Join me?

The queen nods, standing with him.

They step forward, landing front and center. Edward

addresses the crowd.

KING EDWARD (CONT’D)

Attention! Attention, this way.

A few final jokes ricochet. Their accompanied laughs die

down as well.

KING EDWARD (CONT’D)

Though I, as most of you, need no

reason to enjoy wine, tonight we

gather to celebrate Cavill.

Edward extends his hand toward Cavill, beckoning him to the

front of the room.

Cavill smiles uncomfortably. His friend’s toss his hair and

poke, shoving him forward. Cavill gives in, moving for his

father and mother.

Cheers.

Cavill kisses his glowing mother’s cheek.

The room falls quiet again as the prince lands beside his

father.

KING EDWARD (CONT’D)

Another year closer to the throne.

The comment reeks of strangely placed disdain.

Marie’s smile grows wider through her side-eyed frustration.

Edward puts his hand on Cavill’s shoulder.

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KING EDWARD (CONT’D)

My heir. Sure to grow into a

powerful king. One day.

Cavill glances at the king, who gives him the floor.

Cavill has more charisma in his pinky than his father has in

his entire body.

Kind. Grateful. Genuine.

PRINCE CAVILL:

Thank you all, so much, for being

here to celebrate with me. Where

would I be without any of you?

He gestures to his friend, SAMUEL.

PRINCE CAVILL (CONT’D)

Without you, Samuel, I would have

never learned which end of a sword

to swing.

Cavill rethinks it.

PRINCE CAVILL (CONT’D)

Not that I learned well, but at

least which end to swing.

Cavill controls the crowd. They hang in his charm. He turns

to another friend, BRADLEY.

PRINCE CAVILL (CONT’D)

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