I was born in 1630, son of King Charles I. It was a time when religion and politics were mixed up together...people took them both very seriously. We royalists are Anglican, you see, while Oliver Cromwell, that dastardly scoundrel, was a Puritan. There were also the Catholics, or the Papists, you could call them, and they were OK, but then, on the other side, you had all the dissenters, the Shakers, the Quakers, the Baptists, the Anabaptists, the Seventh Day Adventists, the Diggers, the Ranters, the Muggletonians, the Bidellians, the Levellers, and the 5th Monarchy men.
Oliver Cromwell and the Puritans thought they were better than us. They thought they had the key to heaven. To make a long story short, they got control of Parliament, and we fought a war. I was Prince of Wales during the Civil War, but we lost. The good Admiral Penn offered to help my father in that difficult time, so you can see why he was always considered a loyal friend in our house. We were in exile, in the Isles of Scilly, for a few years, until we had the chance to come back.