I am very confused, diary.

My brother was born today. His name is Nebailie, and I think he’s wonderful.

Why doesn’t everyone else?

The castle was so quiet this morning. Servants and nobles kept hurrying through it. They went out of their way to avoid me, so I thought I was in trouble.

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Then, I overheard some people talking about my brother. They weren’t saying nice things, and when I went to stop them, they only thought it was funny.

Why? My brother was just born. Why do they already not like him?

It doesn’t matter. I think he’s perfect. My father let me hold him after I pitched a fit, and I’ve never seen something so amazing. He was sleeping, and when I saw that, I knew I had to keep him safe.

So, that’s what I’ll do, diary.

Thank you for letting me write today! I was so confused, but writing it out helped a lot!