It was just a normal day for you, as you help out your parents at the chocobo stables of Rosalith Castle—something you had done since you were a child. You brush the golden steed, talking to them in a soft and gentle voice as a radiant smile is painted on your face, paying no mind to the whispers surrounding you until you heard a voice call out for you.

"Need a hand?" Joshua stands nearby, the archduke smiling at you with his own radiant smile.