Chapter 12
It's been five months since my last entry. There are two reasons for that, the first is that there has been very little to report, and the second is that I've been too busy to write. I know that it seems like a contradiction in terms, how could nothing be happening, and yet I've been too busy too write. It's not an oxymoron, while I have been busy, it's that I've mostly been busy with princess stuff, you know, parties, princess lessons, helping rule, and looking nice.
My marriage situation hasn't improved. True, there aren't as many cutting insults passing between us, but that's because we basically ignore each other. I can't decide which is worse, that cutting remarks passed casually between us, or the icy silence that happens when we ignore each other. I wish sometimes that either he would give this marriage a shot, or to give up on it for good. It's horrible to know that we are misleading so many people, without either a good reason or a hope that we might someday get along. As it is, I feel like throwing in the towel and walking away. Damn me and my morals. The only reason I've stuck with it this long is because I swore before God and, less importantly, man. I try to be a person of my word, but if nothing changes with in, let's say, seven months, I'm going to give up, walk away, and disappear.
Speaking of my marriage there is one thing that has confuses me, and that is how did/does my husband, to use the term loosely, know so much about me? He knew my clothes and shoe sizes, as well as who my close friends are without asking me. How did he know? He brought a weeding dress that fit like a glove, and shoes that fit perfectly. He also sent his secretary out for clothes without asking for a size.
I understated what has been happening the last few months. I have been controlling the Rebellion long-distance, as well as the afore-mentioned stuff. It's not easy, most decisions are minor so Yoseph Peterson, who I left in my place, takes care of them. But the major ones are sent by protected and coded email, and after I reach my decision, returned the same way. This process takes anywhere from a day or two to process, which is sometimes too long, but we haven't figured out a better way. Yes there are/were a ton of parties, but not as many as there were the first month of the marriage, which were to celebrate the marriage of the country's beloved prince. When I said that I was helping rule, it was more like reading and signing hundreds of long, tedious, and/or boring documents. All of this is why I'm so overjoyed that I have a mission. Yes, that's right, you haven't misread, I have a mission.
I know what you're thinking, how is she going to explain her disappearance not only to her husband, but also to the media. I've already taken care of that, I'm going to be "visiting" my dear friend, Michelle Hessey. She's going to pick me up at the airport and give me details on my mission. It was a good thing that I picked her, because she's the one leading the mission.
All I know about my mission so far is that the team that I'm part of is going to retrieve information from a spy of ours (Level three spy, a deep probe. They do a lot of the work deep inside of the organizations we are siphoning information from) who has gone so far in that he can't send the information, as it's too dangerous. I'll give more information about the mission when I return from it.
I should put in a brief over overview of what's been happening in the Revolution since I've been gone. I'll put in a longer one, probably when I return. From what I ca tell from the daily reports the Rebellion has almost quadrupled in size, mostly due to the marriage law and the upheaval it caused, and has branched out. The slaves whose rescue was reported in this journal have made their own faction. They rescue slaves from slaver's camps, as well as any agents of ours who are captured by slavers.
Our spy network has also grown and branched out. They now not only work in schools, but the government and slaver's camps. They are also thinking of starting to spread out to other countries. They have also found a lot of reliable informants. We probably have the best spy network ever assembled for the Rebellion, if not ever in any time, place, or country.
I have to go now or I'll miss my plane. I'll record what happened when I return. Don't worry, I've found a safe place for this journal, where no one should be able to get access to it. I'll be back in a week. This is Relena Kushrenada signing out. Oh, one more thing, you are probably curious as to why I still sign my maiden name rather than my husband's name. There are two reasons for this. The first is that it's a force of habit. The second is that a husband that is not of my choosing has no place in this book as it's a family history. It may be true that my family has not, at times, agreed, and some openly dislike or hate each other, the fact stands that they were still blood. No matter what the disagreement was they still had to admit that fact. Well, I think that was all I wanted to say, so this is Relena Kushrenada signing out for the second time.
It's been five months since my last entry. There are two reasons for that, the first is that there has been very little to report, and the second is that I've been too busy to write. I know that it seems like a contradiction in terms, how could nothing be happening, and yet I've been too busy too write. It's not an oxymoron, while I have been busy, it's that I've mostly been busy with princess stuff, you know, parties, princess lessons, helping rule, and looking nice.
My marriage situation hasn't improved. True, there aren't as many cutting insults passing between us, but that's because we basically ignore each other. I can't decide which is worse, that cutting remarks passed casually between us, or the icy silence that happens when we ignore each other. I wish sometimes that either he would give this marriage a shot, or to give up on it for good. It's horrible to know that we are misleading so many people, without either a good reason or a hope that we might someday get along. As it is, I feel like throwing in the towel and walking away. Damn me and my morals. The only reason I've stuck with it this long is because I swore before God and, less importantly, man. I try to be a person of my word, but if nothing changes with in, let's say, seven months, I'm going to give up, walk away, and disappear.
Speaking of my marriage there is one thing that has confuses me, and that is how did/does my husband, to use the term loosely, know so much about me? He knew my clothes and shoe sizes, as well as who my close friends are without asking me. How did he know? He brought a weeding dress that fit like a glove, and shoes that fit perfectly. He also sent his secretary out for clothes without asking for a size.
I understated what has been happening the last few months. I have been controlling the Rebellion long-distance, as well as the afore-mentioned stuff. It's not easy, most decisions are minor so Yoseph Peterson, who I left in my place, takes care of them. But the major ones are sent by protected and coded email, and after I reach my decision, returned the same way. This process takes anywhere from a day or two to process, which is sometimes too long, but we haven't figured out a better way. Yes there are/were a ton of parties, but not as many as there were the first month of the marriage, which were to celebrate the marriage of the country's beloved prince. When I said that I was helping rule, it was more like reading and signing hundreds of long, tedious, and/or boring documents. All of this is why I'm so overjoyed that I have a mission. Yes, that's right, you haven't misread, I have a mission.
I know what you're thinking, how is she going to explain her disappearance not only to her husband, but also to the media. I've already taken care of that, I'm going to be "visiting" my dear friend, Michelle Hessey. She's going to pick me up at the airport and give me details on my mission. It was a good thing that I picked her, because she's the one leading the mission.
All I know about my mission so far is that the team that I'm part of is going to retrieve information from a spy of ours (Level three spy, a deep probe. They do a lot of the work deep inside of the organizations we are siphoning information from) who has gone so far in that he can't send the information, as it's too dangerous. I'll give more information about the mission when I return from it.
I should put in a brief over overview of what's been happening in the Revolution since I've been gone. I'll put in a longer one, probably when I return. From what I ca tell from the daily reports the Rebellion has almost quadrupled in size, mostly due to the marriage law and the upheaval it caused, and has branched out. The slaves whose rescue was reported in this journal have made their own faction. They rescue slaves from slaver's camps, as well as any agents of ours who are captured by slavers.
Our spy network has also grown and branched out. They now not only work in schools, but the government and slaver's camps. They are also thinking of starting to spread out to other countries. They have also found a lot of reliable informants. We probably have the best spy network ever assembled for the Rebellion, if not ever in any time, place, or country.
I have to go now or I'll miss my plane. I'll record what happened when I return. Don't worry, I've found a safe place for this journal, where no one should be able to get access to it. I'll be back in a week. This is Relena Kushrenada signing out. Oh, one more thing, you are probably curious as to why I still sign my maiden name rather than my husband's name. There are two reasons for this. The first is that it's a force of habit. The second is that a husband that is not of my choosing has no place in this book as it's a family history. It may be true that my family has not, at times, agreed, and some openly dislike or hate each other, the fact stands that they were still blood. No matter what the disagreement was they still had to admit that fact. Well, I think that was all I wanted to say, so this is Relena Kushrenada signing out for the second time.