21st day of Thaw, 9th year of King Odyssen
Maister Colman gave me a stack of parchment and told me to write a diary. Me, write? Father's got scribes and book-keepers! I just mess up words and things. All I know is what Maister Colman has taught me. What am I even supposed to write about? Life in Midpas is as dull as any. It's just normal, same as everywhere else I'm sure.
I told Maister Colman so, but he said Lord Soulstone's heir needs to be able to write. I don't care. There's lots of other things to do, and writing is just putting messes of ink on paper. Scrolls are stupid and useless and confusing, and Father has whole rooms full of them already. The only good ones are stories, and a diary's just life. The maister can't make me like writing.
There, I wrote something.
22nd day of Thaw, 9th year of King Odyssen
Maister Colman says I'm expected to keep writing every day. Writing is so dull, though… and what does he expect me to grow up to be? A scribe? He must know who I am… but perhaps he's so old he's forgotten! That must be the problem. Father will hear about this.
Writing is stupid though! I don't want to write when I could be climbing trees or playing with Darryn. He makes the best little boats to send down the river, with twig masts and leaf sails and all. I wish I could do that.
Darryn's my best friend. He lives in town outside the castle. I saw a room inside that his family could have lived in, once, but when I asked Father if they could move there he said they couldn't live in the castle. It's not fair! Darryn says he likes it better out there, though. He says castles are cold.