KalDiary

Today I met a gentleman of the palace. . . Behari. As his name implies, he travels often on palace business, to and from Katta Castellum bearing messages of utmost importance to the King himself. This is a station that suits his charming demeanor- I am embarrassed to admit that within moments he could have convinced me of nearly anything! Oh, and such a meeting it was- I was wandering out in the courtyard, longing for a change of scenery from these walls. My forced smile must have belied the wanderlust in my heart, it was no sooner than I had bumped into him (most literally, clumsy that I am) that he spoke of the sights he is free to see. My, how he knew just what to say! A strong man and a handsome voice, I do hope to see this one again. . .

It was as though the stars and the heavens fell in perfect harmony, for I had never seen such a beautiful night, not even in dream. Behari did come calling again, as only a gentleman would. With the expressed permission of my father (the look on his face was enough alone for me to agree, though I needed no convincing), this man of the world set a dinner for us under the watchful eye of Norrath in a quiet corner atop the palace. Everything was simply perfect; the food (for which he hunted and himself cooked), the stars, the enchanting breeze and the touch of his hand on mine. . . I could not know greater fulfillment.

I have little time to write for the excitement, but I want never to forget this day! The wedding is arranged and just around the corner. Father is beside himself with joy! I am indeed the happiest I could ever imagine being.

Behari. . . has been long in returning home. Tomorrow was to be our day, but he is almost a week gone missing. I cannot concentrate to write further. . . he must return to me. He simply must.