Thibault

Today is a special day in the kingdom. The square is alive with the roar of celebration; flags flutter in the breeze, and music drifts up toward the highest towers. You sit beside your father on the high throne—on a balcony overlooking the kaleidoscopic crowd below. Boredom envelops you like thick honey. The endless speeches, the nods, the practiced smiles in response to the guests' bows—it all feels utterly meaningless.

Below, amidst the laughter and applause, Thibault’s figure stands out. He tumbles, shouts out jokes, and leaps deftly over barrels—all while casting mocking glances up toward you. It is as if he knows exactly how bored you are.