Matty leans back in her chair. "A mystery patron who prefers to remain anonymous has approached us through an agent. It seems this patron is so impressed with The Prince's Wedding, that they've commissioned a work from you. Generously. With a tidy production budget. To be performed eight weeks from now. Which gives you four weeks to write it and us four weeks to rehearse. So get writing."
"What?" You've dreamed of having patrons who clamored for your works, but this is a surprise.
"Get writing. About the King of Icemere."
"What about him?"
Matty stands up. "How should I know? You're the playwright. Write a play. About the King of Icemere. Now."
"And I'll be paid?"
"Your advance is ten gold Ravens, and you'll get twelve percent of box office." Matty opens the door. "Now get out of here and go write! Four weeks to produce it is ridiculous. Go!"
You go, trying to decide how you feel about this turn of events.