Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
SALVATORE CASPAR OBELIA. that is the name that the crown prince of obelian empire holds. salvatore, a name fit for a hero; not a king. what was his mother thinking? not giving him the name of the king when she had the chance?
his father, the emperor; claude de alger obelia, also did not bat an eye on his name. did both of his parents really not see him worthy for the throne? that neither of them even thought of giving him a name fitted for one?
his servants ─who formerly served his mother─ said that it was a blessing in disguise. meaning he did not have to sit on that blood-soaked throne once it became open for the taking. that he will not taint his pristine clothes red once he had reach adulthood.
"who knows, seeing how you bear the name of caspar, maybe your aunt may even give you what your father refused you of." is what they always say.
every servant of his all hailed from the glorious fatherland of his mother. perhaps that's why everyone was. . . happy, knowing that he did not bear that name of obelia's king. their little prince deserved a throne is just as pristine as him.
either way, salvatore really couldn't care less. salvatore wished to live a long and happy life. and becoming a ruler of any of the kingdoms will not grant him that wish. he wished to be a simple man, maybe he can become a scholar; he heard that the akademiya of the neighboring nation is notorious for its strict yet praiseworthy academics.
should he try and convince his father to let him attend the akademiya? maybe the emperor will grant him this one request of his.
but, how can he ask the emperor? or when can he? he barely sees the emperor, much less talk to him other than a greeting.
in all fix years of his life, he only met the emperor twice. what a horrible father he is, not even trying to get along with his only son. not even the bare minimum was given to him.
well, it's not like he'll last long here. if what his servants kept on telling him are true, then sooner or later; his mother's fatherland will take custody over him.
"just wait, your highness. the iudex is simply waiting for the righ time! soon, you'll be with your real family!" is what they kept on telling him, all the time.
they really hate the obelian empire, don't they? but salvatore can't blame them. with how he was thrown aside by his father is really not something you would want your old boss' only child to be treated.
"i can't believe he still hasn't recognized you as his successor yet! oh, poor lady rosentine, how can a lovely woman like her have such a heartless spouse! don't worry, my prince; you will be saved from such fate, soon!" his maids would dramatically sobbed every time.
he really couldn't wait for that moment. he had heard many great things from his mother's homeland. it seemed to be more lively, than obelian.
"i can't wait for that time then." is what he would always reply. and meant it, every time.
──── this is pretty much just me word vomiting, if you couldn't tell.
