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.