I guess you can say that my existence was insignificant when Delita Hyral
came into throne with my cousin Princess Ovelia as his queen. How little
people knew about her when I was the only one who saw them as what they
really were, a baker's daughter and a chocobo breeder's son. It feels like
only days when in fact it's been years since my mother had been alive
sitting next to my bed telling me stories of ancient kings and the Zodiac
Braves legends and such. I remember so clearly the day she died by a
guillotine when I was escorted by Delita's men to view the public execution
in Gorgoland. Crime of treason against her majesty the queen of Ivalice. I
was then 4, little old enough to talk in incoherent sentences and interpret
my thoughts with various colors on my empty tomes where I'd often draw my
diary instead of write it. I was there when Delita Hyral took everything
away from me and I was powerless to stop him from doing this. My life has
been one that of a prisoner locked away from the rest of the world by
enormous stone walls surrounding Lionel castle where I was kept by Delita's
orders and to be raised there until old enough to move back into the
capitol to serve him. My life would have been nothing but a puppet had I
stayed in Lionel without friends I could count on. Though Delita had
thought he could lock me away in Lionel, his plans worked vice versa since
the new reigning Duke Ronway was an old follower of my father the deceased
king and a friend to my mother queen Ruvelia. More I grew up, more I became
to hate Delita and my would be cousin Ovelia who doesn't even know her true
name. Mother used to talk of such things in my room from time to time.
Referring Ovelia to another name. What was it now... Yes, I remember to be
something like Clara, I don't remember the family name she belonged to, but
I also remember my mother saying how my cousin had been born a commoner, a
baker's daughter. But don't be mistaken. Despite every nasty things my
mother used to call Ovelia, she was very kind to me with or without my
mother and hadn't she persuaded Delita, I might have followed my mother on
the same day she left this world. This further strengthens my hatred toward
Delita Hyral who once almost killed Ovelia hadn't the royal chemists
arrived second late, she would have been gone too. I believed that she
hated him too, but on contrary after she gave birth to his first child,
prince Eurious their relationship and bonds became greatly improved. This
child would later be my biggest threat after his father. I hope one day, my
journal can be read by others to learn my pain and sufferings I've
experienced. As you turn the pages you'll recognize the hand writing that
won't belong to me but my most trusted friend and teacher, master Ertai Pen
Rakshu who looked after me since I was moved to Lionel. Because I only
began to write, Ertai often wrote my journals for me when I talked what I
thought on top of my head. I'm going to take you back to the era when I was
still a lad growing up without parents and living in a castle where there
were no children except me. The life of a lone prince... Orinas.
