3rd of September, M.E. 753

Curious day I've had. For one, I've never known our young Prince to open his eyes until at least mid-morning, especially on a day without lessons. And yet today, when I came to wake him, he was missing. I'd nothing scheduled on the itinerary. I thought something to be amiss before I happened to spy him huddled in the stairwell. Umbra waiting patiently at his feet, Noct scribbled away in that leather-bond book. After that, he was quite sullen all day. One would think the ability to commune with the Lady Lunafreya of Tenebrae would sweeten that sour expression of his. Alas, it had quite the opposite effect. He must miss her quite terribly; Quite an impression she made on him those years ago.

I'm afraid after searching for Noct, delivering him to his father, and rushing back for my things, I was terribly late for my civics lectures. I had to forego lunch entirely. What's more, I injured my foot in training—nothing too severe, but quite sore nonetheless—and suffered through settling Noct back in after his dinner (which of course I prepared on my protesting foot).

I thought that at the very least, my evening could be salvaged. I was beyond ready to delve into a rather large tome at the library, with my special blend of hot, extra-dark ebony with only a dash of mint crème. That moment, too, was shattered. One of the Crownskeep servants turned the corner at the same time as I, and we very much collided. She stepped on my sore foot, and I drenched her in hot coffee. As she leapt away, her scalp made contact with my nose and—well, perhaps it's just better to say my day has been officially ruined. There's not even a shimmer of light left in its dreary shadow.

On a side note, I've never noticed this particular Crownskeep before. I do hope she's not harmed in any way. I should make it my objective to inquire about her to my Uncle tomorrow.

If her day had been any better than mine, it certainly did not end on a high note. I do hope she wasn't scalded in the incident.

6th of September, M.E. 753

It was a ludicrous day. Quite frankly, it is alarming that I cannot seem to go an entire 24 hours without forgetting a crucial detail. I have spent much time grooming myself for my future occupation (as well as my current one, I suppose) but all of that could be dashed if I cannot find a way to better organize myself.

Perhaps it's not entirely my fault. Noct has become quite belligerent about his duties as well. His behavior naturally affects my own, as we're so closely bound. My schedule is sufficiently taxing enough without having to keep up with him, as well.

It wasn't always this way. When Noctis was younger, we were inseparable. He was eager about everything, even about learning. Though, that was before the accident. And now, as he is coming of age and more is being demanded of him, I suppose I've lost patience and demanded very much more of him as well. I fear he sees me less as a sibling and more as a keeper.

Perhaps tomorrow holds promise.

9th of September, M.E. 753

Today was a day well-spent by both King and Heir. As Noctis was occupied, my day was rather uneventful. I was able to blissfully drown in my normal studies and training. All in all, a pleasant day. These moments are indeed rare for me, and cherished.

On a side note, I saw the young lady from the library incident again today. I must confess I was rather busy and hadn't the time to inquire of her condition from my Uncle. So upon spying her for myself, I meant to query her at once. However, I was unable to do so. I only caught a brief glimpse of her as I exited the training room. She was busying herself with something, but one of the other Crownskeep caught her attention and called her away before I scarcely made my egress.

Perhaps I should inquire of my uncle as to whom she is, as he hires most of the staff. It's only right that I find her to apologize in person. Any man with manners would do the same.

Gladio exited shortly after and asked what I was looking at. But after I described who I was looking for and why, he was of no help. He seemed more interested in her physical descriptive than in who she was or where she might come from. I might have known; It was foolish of me to expect anything less.

I shall look into it in the morning, straight away.

10th of September, M.E. 753

My uncle informs me her name is Aleya. Her full name is Aleya Elise Claren. Quite regal of a name for someone in so lowly a position, I must say. Her parents must have had very high expectations of her. She is apparently the younger sister of one of the Kingsglaive—a man by the name of Calen Orus Claren-and they hail from the island nation of Galahd. Apparently, she applied for the position of Crownskeep when one of the elders of the staff retired.

My uncle says he was quite impressed by her demeanor and intellect—she is regarded as sharply keen for someone of her age. 'I dare say she'd rival your wit,' he declared. Well, I somehow find that doubtful. It's not that I believe her to be uneducated. No, but I do take pride in my own learning. I doubt she toiled under the labor of becoming the King's right hand; I am to be his tactician and his advisor, and I've earned the right to take pride in my success.

In any case, it is a moot point. The point is that I've now discovered who she is. Now if I can but catch a glimpse of her again, I would be wholly prepared to deliver my humblest of apologies, as planned.

Noctis has found a fishing locale within the confines of the wall, and we are to pay it a visit tomorrow. Astrals help us all….

Uncle's Best Banana Bread (?)

Cleigne Wheat

Sugar

Baking soda

Salt

Bird Beast's Eggs

Ripe Bananas

Oil

Sheep Milk

Vanilla

Nuts, Chopped