Greetings I am Prince-general Remtani va Trilla Emeton ton Tylan, crown prince and heir to the throne of Menthanla. Life has been difficult, though not as bad as Ann had it. I’m afraid some of that is my fault. My mom died when I was two. I barely remember her. My dad’s second wife died about a year later. When he married Tylan, I worried she’d die too, just for marrying my dad. Sometimes I wonder if that’s what caused my madness. Yes, I am mad, though it’s not what you’d expect. I don’t see things or hear voices. I’m not delusional or prone to violence, well, maybe the last one a little. But it’s only towards Ann. I’m the reason she ran away. She’s had problems growing up. Many of the nobles feel she shouldn’t be in the palace. Her mother was just a commoner. In addition, many see her as a freak because she’s so pale. I should have been one to protect her. For a while I did. But it didn’t last. I started picking on her. At first, it was just teasing and practical jokes. They got crueler. I started trying to hurt her, even kill her. And I started hurting people who tried to protect her. I’ve don’t terrible things to people I care about because of it. I don’t want to do this. I fight the urge as long as I can, but I end up giving in. And I can’t tell people about it. I’m not telling you. I’m telling Captain Merton, you’re just listening in. He knows what I’ve done and I can talk with him. I lost my pledged because of what I’ve done. It’s probably better this way. I can’t risk hurting someone else. Now, I focus on the army and continuing the improvements my uncle started. I know he and my father believe something is coming. I don’t know if that’s the case but I don’t believe it’s advisable to wait until a problem is imminent before looking for a solution. And I’m doing what I can to make sure once I become king, I won’t be able to hurt Ann.