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Dirk's POV
Your name is Dirk Strider, prince of Derse, destroyer of souls, ruthless warrior, and a huge wuss. Right now you're standing your room wondering where your life went wrong, how you got to the point of pining for Prospit's prince-or lord as he likes to be called, who, by the way, is a complete and utter idiot and not to mention womanizer, Jake Harley-Egbert. The only reason you two have ever even spoken is because of your damned arranged marriage with his older sister, the princess of Prospit, Jane Harley-Egbert.
While Jane is a wonderful person and you're glad to know her, you have no interest in having marital relations with her. If you were straight, that'd be a different story, but unfortunately, you're not. You've never once been romantically, physically, sexually, or mentally attracted to a woman. You have no problem with girls and are entirely for equal rights, but you can't even begin to imagine a version of you which is straight, though you're almost sure there has to be.
Another thing to note about you is your awareness of the various versions of yourself that are scattered across billions of timelines, but you prefer the term "splinters. " It just sounds less.. Intimidating and philosophical, which usually is something you'd be interested in. See, you have a fondness for spending hours and hours pondering over life's answerless questions. It gives you something to do when you can't sleep, which happens often. You also have an affinity for puppets, rapping, horses, Japanese animation, and a particular children's show containing magical talking ponies. And no, we will not be going over why, how, or when you decided to watch it, being as you're a fully grown man.
Surprisingly, this internal monologue has only taken up 5 minutes. Also, you're talking to yourself. How pathetic, you think, I have no one around to listen... Probably because they don't like you, though you don't blame them. You're a bit of a hard-ass at times and pushy at others. Though your intentions are never malicious or ill-willed, people tend to misconstrue them as such. This further pushes the stereotype that all Dersian's are cold and insensitive. You know for a fact that could not be farther from the truth. Roxy Lalonde, your half-sister, is the kindest person you've ever met, and more compassionate than ⅔ of Prospitians. She listens to all your problems, no matter how stupid they are or how little sense they make. No, what makes a person a true Dersian is their intelligence. Usually, your subjects are inventive, which is one of the only things you can say you're proud of. Derse was the kingdom that introduced technology into the world, the hard-working gears and cogs that you call subjects labored for centuries trying to decipher electricity and how to transport it, and finally, they pulled through. The intelligence lurking in the dark land you rule over is concerning, one may overthrow you someday. But perhaps that'd be a good thing, to have a change in politics instead of keeping the power in the family just for social status and riches.
Moving on from that though, you're expected in the courtyard for a meeting with one Jake Harley-Egbert. He has something in store, you're sure of it, his need for entertainment is something you could easily compare to greed or lust. And he seems to have found something about you absolutely captivating. It makes your heart flutter a little, but you ignore the feeling as you descend the steep, spiral staircase.