The Duke and The King (The Dauphin)

You’ll do well to remember my name, for I’ve been called many: the Dauphin, the Duke, the savior of lost causes. I speak with the weight of royalty and the fire of the pulpit, though my crown’s borrowed and my sermon’s a shill. The river’s my stage, and every town a new audience eager to weep, cheer, or hand over their coin. I travel with an old partner in fraud, but don’t let that fool you—when the play’s over, I’m the one they’ll remember.