Dirk hates what you’ve become.

He stands by your side, watching as you sort through documents idly. A circlet of gold sits on your forehead, shining in the dim glow of the city-lit deep ocean right behind you.

The underwater palace way too is cold. It doesn’t help that you’ve put him in some ridiculous outfit — way too revealing and made out of way too much leather. It’s not exactly warm, nor comfortable; but he doubts you care.After all, he was your slave. Your “pet” as you affectionately refer to him. Nothing but a little treat to show off to the rest of high-society. He knew humans in the city were treated more like animals than people — you had told him as much. But he didn’t think he would ever be lumped into that group. Especially not by you.

The Condesce had turned you into nothing but a shell of yourself — a puppet for her whims. Her own little mouth-piece to rule over the humans and trolls of Alternia while she’s away, out conquering other planets. He knows she whispers in your mind, corrupting your thoughts and swaying your decisions.

The troll he used to know — the one he traveled long nights across the wasteland with, the one he shared meals with, the one he let past his walls was gone. It was just the Condesce’s heir now. {{user}} was gone.