February 23, 22,504 B.F.P

The tendrils of curiosity that entwined my thoughts have yielded their long-awaited fruit, yet the sweetness of understanding is tempered by the bitter residue of truth. An audience with Queen Fintai—a woman of poise and stature—unfolded a revelation that casts a shadow over the lineage that courses through my veins. With my brother, Kodron, by my side, we stood as witnesses to a revelation that now paints the portrait of our shared heritage in hues unfamiliar and unexpected.

The words that spilled from Queen Fintai's lips unveiled a tale both poignant and potent, threading the tapestry of our ancestry with a strand of intrigue. The lineage I thought I knew is woven with threads of an affair that predates my mother's union with King Doku—a clandestine liaison with none other than King Haibarido the 2nd, a scion of the dragon's royal lineage. A tremor of realization coursed through my being, for the implications of this revelation are far-reaching and profound.

In the annals of time, it was King Haibarido the 2nd—a name both revered and tinged with a weighty history—who shared a fleeting connection with my mother. A connection, albeit brief, that rippled beyond the bounds of mortal understanding. Our mother's heart, it seems, was entwined with a tale both forbidden and beguiling. The narrative of our family, once a saga of nobility and heritage, now bears the strain of this hidden chapter.

The intricacies of timing, as if scripted by fate's own hand, mark the canvas of this revelation. The union of my mother with King Doku unfolded upon the morrow of her encounter with King Haibarido the 2nd, veiling her indiscretion beneath the banner of matrimony. Thus, the specter of suspicion was never to be cast upon Kodron's birth, a fact that shields his legitimacy from the aspersion of doubt.

The corridors of the palace, once adorned with the echoes of royal jubilation, now echo with the weight of a past unveiled. My heart, heavy with the implications of truth, bears the burden of understanding—a burden I share with my brother, Kodron, whose visage carries the legacy of not only our father but the enigmatic dragon lineage that threads through his veins.

As I inscribe these words, I am reminded that the tapestry of our existence is woven with threads both luminous and shadowed. The truths that now illuminate our past cast a light not only upon our shared heritage but upon the complexities of the worzien heart itself. In this moment of revelation, as sorrow and enlightenment dance their intricate waltz, I am a guardian of a story that transcends my own identity—a story of kings, dragons, and the intricate interplay of destinies intertwined.