A Princes Tale

**Date Started:** May 19th, 2023
**Date Completed:** Ongoing
**Previous Role-Play:**
**Users Involved:** User:TheCrowMaster; User:NotaVenusFlyTrap
**Setting:** Capital City, Goa Kingdom
**Year:** 1585
**Characters Involved**
* Royal Family: Goldtsuiker D. Silva
* Other: Hoiru Rurumi

## Delinquent Prince

*"Its Silva..."* **"The Delinquent Prince?"** ***"He looks just like the king, but he has silver hair and looks nothing like the queen."***

**Capital City, Goa Kingdom.**

It was early in the afternoon, and the sun was at its peak in the sky. Many nobles were about, tending to whatever it was they did, be it shopping or conversing with one another about recent gossip, and gossip was the main topic right now.

The eye of said gossip was none other than the Prince of the Goa Kingdom itself, Goldtsuiker D. Silva. Whenever he was around, the most crucial topic was why he didn't have the same name as his father and "so-called mother." Silvamillion, and if the current King Silvamillion Dunkelheit cheated on his wife, Silvamillion Nyx.

The person who mentioned it in the King or Queen's presence mysteriously disappeared whenever it was brought up mysteriously.

Silva was a slim yet well-toned, muscular, pale-skinned young man, standing at 213 centimeters (7'0"), allowing him to trump his father in height. He has long, messy silver-lilac hair (an indicator of his heritage as an Xfer) that he styles in a sidecut with it combed to the right, allowing the dragon tattoo he has on his right temple to show and multi-drop gold ring earring with four long spear needles (on each ear). He sports several tattoos across his entire body, with the most prominent on his chest, stretching from his nape and collarbones down to his torso and legs, the design of a skeleton-head fashion into a spider.

With the characters for the words "Sin" and "Punishment" tattooed on his left and right hands, respectively.

He is usually seen in his current casual outfit, a pair of black pants with a belt. The buckle is shaped like the head of a gold leopard, with spikes on its head on the left and a gold skull on the right; an X Crest lies in the center in front of a fire-red crystal.

Along with a metal chain with a custom pendant shaped like a miniature dagger with the design of a Shiba Inu's head, an X Crest, with his name etched in it, lies in the center in front of an ocean blue crystal.

He wears an open black jacket with a beige fur collar and an Ancient Hyroglyph on his back, which translates to "Power." On his left bicep, he wears a bangle. It's shaped like a championship belt with an X crest with his name written on it, in the center, over a sunny yellow gem. A kangaroo's head sits under the crest with a pair of boxing gloves on each side.

Silva has several intricate rings on his fingers, one of his favorites being on his right hand. The main ring, worn on Silva's middle finger, has an X in the middle with the words "Goldtsuiker Silva" written in front of a sky-blue crystal. A lion's roaring head is at the end of the ring. A chain connects it to another smaller ring worn on his little finger.

Lastly is a silver bracelet on his right wrist, with intricate chains hanging from the bottom, a porcupine's head design on the top, and an X in the middle, similar to his other jewelry, over a purple crystal. His name is also written on the X, with multiple spikes sticking from the bracelet.

His attire is finished with a pair of white hightops, with low socks to show off the end of his tattoo near his feet.

His hands found their way into his pockets as he continued walking the streets, getting looks from the other nobles; he held a scowl on his face and muttered to himself.

"Buncha prick nobles unable to say shit to my face."

Since his hair grew in as a toddler, many questioned why it was silver instead of his father's and mother's jet-black color, his father passing off a lie that they had it dyed to represent his name, Silva. But the fact that he had a different surname brought questions, more lies saying that it was the Queen's original name. Still, no records ever showed that fact, so the nobles continued to speak about whether Silva must be adopted or the child of a concubine the King had killed off.

But Silva knew the truth; he was the son of Silvamillion Dunkelheit and Goldtsuiker D. Lux. His mother, Lux was a descendant of a tribe of humans known as the Xfer; people with advanced knowledge beyond other humans. His mother having been his history teacher in disguise. With no one knowing of this besides him and his father, as not to antagonize his Step-Mother Nyx and allow Lux to spend as much time as she could with him.

But she passed away when he turned four years old, not before leaving a mysterious sword covered in many layers of stone, saying that it belonged to their ancestor and had been passed down for over 800 years. Silva has kept that sword for the past 16 years, believing it to be the last thing he has to remember about his mother. He kept it hidden in his room, with no actual use, as he didn't even know what it was.

That was when he bumped into someone.

Unfortunately, it wasn't just a normal bump, a figure at a really high speed while its trajectory was always in a straight line it carried along a pile of wooden boards. People stared in awe and fear as the figure, who was actually a blue-haired girl with her hair tied up in pigtails, seemed to be out of control, why was she on skates anyways? The speed rate she continued to carry on was barely manageable for just a person, no matter how agile they were, there would always be one ending, a tragic ending.

This person wasn't someone important in the Goa Kingdom at all, in fact, this was a nobody just like any other average inhabitant, but there was still something people recognized her for, her bad temper and the dents in the walls of some buildings, and in fact, if it wasn't for how she bumped into Silva maybe a new dent could have been found in the area.

As she bumped the wooden boards she was carrying flew away from her hands, in the head of the blue-haired girl her life was being projected like a movie watching how the pieces of wood were shot in different directions where they would probably fall and break, she was dead if that happened. On the other hand, the girl was still maintaining her balance, somehow, on her skates, beginning to spin and spin and spin faster every single time, resembling a spinning top, For obvious reasons she became dizzy from all the spinning around, finally losing her balance and, after a few stumbles, she fell face to face to the pavement floor with a cold crushing sound.

**''BAM''**

She was lying motionless on the ground for a second until out of nowhere she got up as if nothing had happened, her nose bleeding from the fall.

''**WATCH WHERE YO WALKING JACKASS**'' She screamed, clearly angry at the person who ''*caused*'' her fall, which was totally her fault but she isn't going to accept that fact anytime soon. The people around looked in awe at the girl who didn't seem to realize who she was talking to and how badly she was using her vocabulary.

Silva stood as he stared down at the girl who decided to bump into him like that and how she talked to him. He couldn't help but get a grin on his face as he just started laughing. He leaned forward a bit and just chuckled.

"Girl, you're the one who bumped into me."

He was bigger than her, and his jewelry shined from the sunlight as he put his hands in his pocket. He looked her up and down and wondered something.

"Why don't you come back to the castle with me?"

Silva had an idea for the longest time and has wanted to enact it mainly because this would be a way for him to do it or an excuse.

''Come back to the castle? What are you? Some rich kid?''

The girl frowned as her eyes scanned the guy for a few seconds, he seemed almost familiar, jewelry, castle...she matched up the evidence slowly until it hit her, she chuckled at the situation as she grabbed a wooden board that was just inches away from her in the ground.

''Oh, I know ya! Why would I follow ya back to yo little fancy fairy tail-looking pile of bricks? I have better things to do than that! And ya just delayed my ticket to freedom!''

The girl stood up on her own with the help of the piece of wood she picked up just to fall back again thanks to her not controlling her balance with her rollerskates, grunting from the frustration.

Silva smirked as he placed his hands in his pocket before leaning down and reaching out one of them for her to take it.

"What if I said I can help you get off this godforsaken island."

Silva wanted off this island as much as the next person; the constant stares and looks he groaned from some people annoyed him. He wanted to prove all of them wrong, but he needed to do something, something big enough to allow him to get noticed. This girl might be the ticket he needed, truthfully.

He had wanted to leave for a while, but essential things got in his way, i.e., his father, the King of the Goa Kingdom. So he needed to do something, and she might be able to help him with that.

The girl glanced at the hand for a second, the frown never left her expression as her eyes darted back to him, she clearly wasn't sure if he was one to trust but at this point any chance that may show a glimpse of that so freedom she sought was worth it, even if it came from a stranger, a royal stranger. With a deep sigh, she made her choice by grabbing his hand and squeezing it tightly.

''Then let's see about that...Less speaking more acting boy, I swear if ya ruin my plans I'm gonna feed ya to the sea kings.''

The girl was very picky about collaborating with people and he wasn't going to be an exception, a ''*delinquent*'' like her had principles too, maybe not a lot of them but at least when it came to her work she gets really invested in it, and as this was her biggest project yet messing it up wasn't an option at all, not even considered a thing in her brain.

He smiled as he looked her up and down a bit more. She looked like a delinquent, and he had a good idea of what they could do. He just needed to get home and get that sword his mother had left him.

He lifted her and helped balance her as he smirked.

"Us delinquents's gotta stick together after all. The name is Silva. Goldtsuiker Silva, son of King Silvamillion Dunkelheit."

He let her go as he placed his tattooed hands in his jacket pocket, his chest on full display as he wasn't one for shirts.

"But my real name is Goldtsuiker D. Silva; now follow me. I need to grab something from the castle, and then we can start our plan to get off this island."