The Greatest Showman - Chapter 1309
Why are Arthur and Edith both striving to break free and forge their own paths?
Why does Elf seem to be going through a transformation—gradually distancing himself from the family, reflecting, and regaining composure?
Why has Richard's private banquet been forced to expand repeatedly, now boasting over five hundred guests?
Why did the Oliver Awards receive thunderous applause, even earning the embrace of the West End Association?
Renly Hall.
That is the answer. Unbelievable, yet undeniable. The explanation for every one of these questions can be traced back to him.
In the 21st century—after the cultural reckoning prompted by Princess Diana's legacy, the evolving self-awareness of nobility, and the shifting class structures—modern society has been reshaped by the digital age, the rise of fast culture, and economic transformations. Against this backdrop, an extraordinary phenomenon has unfolded.
To quote Graham Norton's jest: "One day, Renly Hall will join Daniel Day-Lewis and die alone in a magpie's nest."
This is perhaps the highest compliment to Renly's commitment to his craft.
From North America's Oscars, Emmys, and Grammys to Berlin's Best Actor award, from the British Academy Awards to the Olivier Awards—these trophies are mere ornaments. What truly cements Renly's legacy is his ability to captivate audiences, as demonstrated by Les Misérables, which not only garnered standing ovations but also evoked respect and reverence.
In every era, in every class, in every society, the most exceptional individuals are admired, and artists are no exception. There is no need for words when the work speaks for itself; no need for arguments when talent is undeniable; no need for defense when facts affirm the truth. Throughout history, true artists have always secured their place among the elite.
Renly is now living proof of this principle.
For centuries, the aristocracy has looked down upon actors, deeming them mere entertainers—performers who mingled with commoners and merchants. But when an actor ascends beyond mediocrity, proving their artistry through sheer brilliance and mastery, even the nobility must acknowledge them.
This is why tonight's private gathering has become such a grand affair—it all stems from the Olivier Awards.
Winning an Olivier isn't just recognition of Renly's performance; it is an endorsement of his place in London's West End and, more importantly, a testament to his craft. Unlike the Oscars, which are often colored by commercial influence, the Olivier Awards celebrate pure theatrical excellence. Within high society, this has created ripples of admiration and intrigue.
It is no exaggeration to say that Renly is now the most sought-after figure among the aristocracy.
His noble lineage grants him equal standing, allowing him to engage without concerns of financial vulgarity or social trivialities. His unparalleled talent ensures admiration, making it easy for the elite to express their respect openly.
Like Sir Laurence Olivier before him, even the Queen—or King—would not hesitate to acknowledge his brilliance.
The Party's Centerpiece
So when Renly arrived, the entire gathering ignited. No one could remain indifferent.
"Congratulations on winning the Olivier Award."
"Are you certain you won't be performing in the anniversary show? That's a pity."
"I recently spoke with John Corder—he's planning a new project. Would you be interested?"
"I heard you're establishing a foundation in London to support independent actors attending drama academies. Is that true?"
"It's an honor to finally meet the famed Lord Renly."
"Goodness, you're younger than I imagined. Please forgive my assumption—I thought you were at least sixty after watching Les Misérables."
"I recently wrote that Judi Dench would love to work with you in the West End. I wholeheartedly agree."
"Ah, no wonder tonight feels extraordinary—I've just discovered the reason."
"Forgive my boldness, but I must say, I found your performance in Aloof even more compelling than Les Misérables."
"Now I finally understand why women are infatuated with you. To be honest, even I feel a little smitten."
The deluge of voices never ceased. Within a mere thirty meters, Renly's steps were halted more than forty times. From the main hall to the garden, he had to make four attempts to cover the distance, and even after fifteen minutes, he still hadn't succeeded. The entire banquet seemed to revolve around him, reminiscent of a queen bee arriving in a hive.
A Test of Composure
Richard, who remained by his side, closely observed Renly's demeanor. Despite the overwhelming enthusiasm, Renly displayed neither impatience nor discomfort. He remained composed, graceful, and engaging—each exchange exuding humor and charm, reinforcing his presence as a natural aristocrat.
It was clear that after tonight, Renly's influence among the elite would ascend even further.
The scene bore striking similarities to Titanic—where a nouveau riche enters high society, only to be met with scrutiny, gossip, and exclusion. Many succumb to the unspoken pressure, their novelty fading as the elite subtly cast them aside.
Yet, Renly was different. He was not merely an upstart. He was an enigma, an artist who had mastered the very game others sought to play. If this were two centuries ago, he would undoubtedly be the most coveted bachelor in aristocratic circles.
Finally, his steps reached the garden. Richard noticed Renly exchanging glances with Matthew Dunlop, who had been walking beside him. In the fleeting interplay of light and shadow, a hint of mischief flickered between them—a rare glimpse of the rebellious youth who had once left home to chase a dream.
"Forgive their enthusiasm," Richard remarked, lifting his champagne glass. "If I'm not mistaken, this is your first official gathering since becoming an actor, correct?"
Renly chuckled, his eyes twinkling with playful mischief. "This reminds me of a young girl's debut into high society. My only question now is—did I live up to expectations?"
"More than expected. I can assure you of that." Richard swirled his drink. "To be honest, I was concerned this setting might not suit you. Hollywood's social scene doesn't quite compare, but I see I worried for nothing."
"Fortunately, I brought Matthew along. He's been a great shield against the 'dark arrows,'" Renly quipped with a grin.
Matthew scoffed. "Don't be deceived. In every battle of wits between Arthur and Renly, Renly always had the upper hand. And let's not forget Andre—he's Renly's unwavering ally. Wherever they go, Renly remains the center of attention."
"Ah, Hamilton's?" Richard asked, intrigued. Upon confirmation, he smirked. "It seems there's still much we don't know about you."
"That's why I left London," Renly replied smoothly. "A little mystery goes a long way."
At that moment, Matthew's gaze shifted toward a group approaching from the distance. Renly followed his line of sight, and in an instant, they exchanged knowing looks.
The real game was about to begin.
Emerging into view were the Hall family, the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge, and—
"Your Excellency Renly," Beatrice called out excitedly, stepping forward. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation, unable to look away. But then, realizing her eagerness, she hesitated before offering a graceful greeting.
"Princess," Renly responded smoothly, offering a flawless bow. "Good evening. It seems the ladies have outshone the stars tonight—a delight, I'm sure, for the Earl."
And so, the night unfolded.