21 December 982
Today is my birthday, and I was forced to sit through another dull and incredibly boring lesson with my sister. I do not understand why I, the heir to the Lunaria, must spend my life learning the supposed essentials of politics. A seven year old prince should be free to roam, and do whatever he wishes. My powers already rival that of our strongest mages, and I know I am nowhere close to my limits. Why bother about politics anyway when the threat of punishment works just as well? I pity my father if he truly does not understand this.
Worse of all, is my weak sister. She actually enjoys these academic lessons. Although, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Though we were born on the same day, I am several times stronger than her in every way that matters. Let her take an interest in these lessons, gods know she will need them to get anywhere in life. I know I'm not going to make an opportunity for her once I am king. Such weaklings have no place in this society of the indomitable. Lunaria is a place of impregnable defenses and unbreakable wills, not a place for little girls who have little more than average magical potential.
Thu Mar 10, 2016 2:23 pm by 
