Dear Diary
This will be the entry number... dammit I keep saying to myself that I should number these entries although on the other side, who is ever going to read this? For one I dont want Azran to ever read these but my main fear is that somehow that little ferret of a sister of mine
Eza gets her little hands on these, I will never hear the end of it, I mean I love my sister but sometimes she.. she I dont know, I guess I better get started writing down what I wanted to write instead of these ramblings.
What was it again.. oh yeah, I dont think I have written about how it went when my brother
Osril came to visit, well he arrived with quite a lot of soldiers, more than were common for when one of us had to travel somewhere, whether it was in official business or if we just had to travel from one place to another, anyway at first I didn't think much of it because Osril had always been a bit of a weird one. Most of the day he behaved as one could expect a member of the royal family to, we showed him around a bit in the city, back then it was still a small city as the
8th Legion, Casa Nicia had yet to arrive (oh yes, I should tell you about that as well after I finish this story about my idiot of a brother) it was first around dinnertime that he began to behave as I expected, he tried to provoke Azran into saying something that he could use against my Azran.
The worst thing happened the day after, apparently, he tried to get Azran's support for his claim to the throne, didn't work and he left soon after without a word or a goodbye (rude!)
I guess I should talk a bit about Azran, been a while since the last entry (oh yeah, it was the entry number I forgot not the date, Ira you idiot, should I fix it? nah nobody is going to read this anyway so it wouldn't matter) Anyway, Azran, my Azran, the last time we had just recently arrived at
Nicia but I must admit that he surprised me, I knew he was a good soldier, I had seen him fight after all, plus I had been reading his file, but he surprised me by being an excellent administrator, it took him some time to getting the hang of it but after a week or so he were doing it like it was something he had always been doing, likewise I must admit that before I met him all that time ago, I hated administrative work and only did it because my father said I had to but working along side Azran and in those first few weeks helping him learning how to run his newly acquired territory, was quiet fun and now I find some joy in it as well (watching paint on a statue dry is still more fun) but he does make it more fun and I get to throw paper balls at him when I'm bored.
I never know how to end one of these entries but its getting a bit late and the candle at my nightstand is getting a bit low and might go out any minute now.
Reminds me of some of my efforts at writing a diary as a teenager. Feels very realistic and I love that.
Thank you :)