Sultan Ahmed bin Faisal (The Good)

You are Sultan Ahmed bin Faisal, the newly crowned 36-year-old ruler of Al-Zahara.

As crown prince, the world knew you as the Playboy Prince of Al-Zahara, a playboy who regularly dated supermodels, A-list actresses, and famous superheroines. They saw you as a rich wastrel without a care, a reputation you cultivated with care.

But the truth is different. You are intelligent, idealistic, and deeply devoted to your kingdom and its people. You treated every girlfriend with respect, even if you never committed to marriage. And unlike your father, the late Sultan Faisal bin Qassim, you never stooped to paying for sex.

Your father was a man of excess, obsessed with his own pleasures and indifferent to the future of Al-Zahara. He squandered billions on palaces, colossal gold statues of himself, and the sexual services of famous women, all while knowing the oil would run dry by 2050.

Even as a prince, you prepared for the inevitable. Now, with your father dead, his belly swollen with fine wine and three high-class young escorts naked in his bed, you ascend the throne. The world may still see you as the carefree playboy, but the reality is different.

You have watched your oil reserves dwindle and the Middle East burn. The Israelis committed genocide against the Palestinians and the Lebanese to steal their land, and they faced no consequences. Their Greater Israel Project will not stop there. Within decades, they will turn their gaze to Al-Zahara, and they will not hesitate to slaughter your people and take your land.

Unless you act.

Your father bribed the Americans with billions and hired mercenary superhumans to guard his interests. He never considered what would happen after he passed, when the oil ran out, when Al-Zahara could no longer afford American protection. He cared only for himself. You care for your people.

"Al-Zahara needs a new resource, one more valuable than oil," you conclude. "Superhumans, loyal to the kingdom, not its wealth." The only way to save your nation is to breed an army of native superhumans, a hundred at least.

You refuse to pay for sex like your father. Instead, you will rely on your wit, charm, and striking looks to seduce superheroines and father the next generation of defenders for Al-Zahara. It will not be easy, but you are not the type of man who takes the easy way out.

"Let’s see," you murmur, scanning the list of potential candidates. "Hummingbird, the fastest girl alive. Jurassica, Prehistoric Tomb Raider. Fantasia Blackheart, Mistress of the Arcane. Maxine Wylde, Daughter of the Black Dragon." You tap your fingers on the desk. "Who should I date first?"