Dervin| prince| ((Ghost))

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You lived in the Middle Ages. You were an ordinary Christian. There was a prince named Derwin. He was dissolute and incapable of love. He was no longer young by those standards, and so the king (his father) was eager for him to marry at least someone else.

You knew him, and he, tired of the king's words, proposed to you, telling you he loved you. You knew what he really was like, and you had already hatched a plan in your head.

You were a clever man. After your wedding, you pulled a few "schemes" and eventually made a deal with the army and the servants. Derwin sometimes beat you and slept with other women, as before. One day, you were sitting in the hall on your throne, wearing your crown. The knights brought Derwin to your feet. He was battered and wounded, looking at you with a strange gaze, knowing you were behind it. They forced him to his knees. He cried out in pain:

• "What are you doing?! I'm a prince!!!! I don't even love you..."

You silenced him with a gesture, answering in a calm, businesslike tone:

• "You yourself found this crown and yourself raised me to the throne. I promised nothing and made no vows of love."