Where did it all go wrong?  Silvanius wonders.  What happened?  He has rights as a Prince, he has titles, lands, he has STATUS.  Women should be flocking to him, his servants should never have left the disloyal wretches.  He could, and should, hunt them down and kill them.  Except that it would serve no purpose than to cause more fear.  And there seems to be plenty going around attached to his name.<br/><br/>What is it with all these accusations of rape and misogyny?  As Lord of the Keep he has rights, and he supposes if he had pushed the issue, the blond Prince could have forced himself on the castle women, but that's for lesser men, men who are insecure with themselves, who need to crush a woman's spirit to show his power over them.  He doesn't need to, why he used to have women throw themselves at his feet, just to have a taste of what it's like to be in a powerful man's bed.  Now, Silvanius finds that he's sleeping alone, a rather cold and unpleasant way to spend nights, and that he's digging into his siege stores for food.  And one can only survive on salted meats and dried fruits for so long.<br/><br/>He paces around his empty keep, the dust having settled on it long ago.  He wipes off a dresser and mirror, staring at the reflection, "So what happened then?  Who are they speaking of in my name and in such terror?"<br/><br/>Sadly, Silvanius has no answer for himself.  Having one's enemies fear them is a great thing, but one's subjects?  Bad form at the very least.  After some more pacing, he stops.  Staying inside isn't going to help, so he's going to do what he hasn't done in years.  Prince Silvanius is going for a walk, perhaps even to the town.  Removing one of the massive swords on the mantle and swinging it easily, he debates taking it with him.  But drops it, the six foot of metal clattering loudly, they fear him enough, he doesn't need more problems.  Besides, his great, natural strength should avail him.  After all, he can lift and toss a warhorse, no other man can do that.<br/><br/>However, once he went no more than ten minutes from his home, the tall man hears a cry for help.  A woman!  But what would she be doing alone in the woods?  Still, his curiosity gets the better of him and he's veered directly towards the sound.  And to his shock he sees a tiny girl trying to get away...  From HIM!  Except the imposter is across the clearing from him.<br/><br/>“Halt knave!” Silvanius exclaims, “How are you, and what are doing wearing my face?”<br/><br/>The counterpart let's the girl go, and turns to face his 'twin', and with a wicked expression and the same wolf blue eyes replies, “Me?  But I AM you.  The you that you deny, that you hide...  I decided I didn't want to hide any more.  So I didn't!”<br/><br/>“So it's you that's been tarnishing my name, foul liar,” Silvanius growls and flexes his powerful hands, but his counterpart laughs.<br/><br/>“No lies, just me having a bit of fun.  The break so easily, and besides there's plenty of us to go around, isn't there?  Why not take what we want?  We have the capacity for it!”  He makes a lewd motion with his hips.  Then they circle around, the girl in the middle of them, but before Silvanius can make a move the imposter explodes in a shower of leaves!<br/><br/>“But now...  I'm bored, time to go and play some other day!  AHAHAHAHAhahahahaha...” The laughter fades into the woods and the real Prince snarls in almost feral manner.  Taking a deep breath, 'The Beast' looks down at the scared girl and then turns away, calling behind himself, “My castle is this way, there's not much but you can stay there.  For now.”<br/><br/>His every stride radiates barely contained rage.