Adjustment

Dear Diary,

It's been a while since I last wrote. Three days in fact. My blue mood is to blame, but I feel it may finally be lifting.

I greeted my parents at the Rajakesh train station, and must say I was a bit shocked to be back in true civilization as opposed to a frontier hubbub. Rajakesh is a work in progress, but what the Hindus have achieved in the five decades since we've been travelling here is nothing short of astounding, especially with my newfound deep, deep interest in their culture thanks to Mr Drake.

Rajakesh will one day be the Global Capital of Rajah-4, which will be given a proper planetary name and not a numerical designation of how far the planet is from its wonderous star; and once we've defeated the Americans and brought the rest of the Earth into the Empire, It shall be the crown city of all of known space. Quite ambitious, even for our King.

My rear was still quite tender as I sat in the velocicarriage. I looked up as we were about to drive away to see my dearest Wayland standing on the platform, his hands on his hips and his head down. What cruel fate we have drawn to live in a time where, by virtue of his blood, we may never be together lest my family disown me.

I watched through the window, a breath caught in my throat hoping our eyes would meet, but Fate and Fortune are cruel partners that travel with you through life. We sped off, my eyes watering as my last vision of him was that of him directing the unloading of the freight.

So I sit here, back in my room in my family's estate, well protected from any wrongdoing. I noticed that the Gurkha guards were absent, save my father's escort. Hardened naval officers stood in their place. Evidently, whatever war the Crown and the Americans had cooked up had deprived us of some of the best soldiers this or any world has ever seen. Not like it hasn't happened before.

Without Wayland and his genius mind and massive cock to distract me, I simply didn't know what I was going to do with myself. Sanjay had been bitten by a Rajah-Naga and was confined to the infirmary. Sura, my initiator into the pleasures of women, was to be wed and was now with child, God bless her. I shall simply have to shower it with gifts as I can't think of a more wonderful and loving mother to have.

The thought of Wayland often keeps creeping into my thoughts. I miss him very much. Very, very much.

Good God, I think I've experienced my first broken heart.

Thankfully, the All Hallow's Masquerade is tomorrow at Mr Douglas's estate. That should provide me just the distraction I need from all this sorrow.