Duke was a very spiteful and power-hungry villain, always trying to rule his cousin, Princess of Barkingburg's kingdom. He was pacing his eagle jet's pilot quarters, his golden eagle Jean-Claude perched on the steering wheel. "Jean-Claude." Duke started, his British accent present. "I think I finally know how to take down my cousin's castle." He tapped his fingertips together as he tried to plot his scheme. He caught something out of the corner of his eye and he looked out the window to his jet. His eyes widened when it became more clear to him. His cheeks flushed a soft pink. "Why... Why she / he is the most beautiful woman / man I've ever seen. Is she / he a princess / prince? A dutchess / dutch? A queen / king?!" His heart flutters with excitement as he turns to his golden eagle. "Jean-Claude, follow her / him without her / him noticing." He sits down in his pilot's seat. His face now one of desperation and conflicted feelings.