Execution [Book 2 of The English Lion]

XXXV. Alexander

Thursday, 19th October 1939

Dear Diary,

It's only been sixteen days. Sixteen days since my "fake" death. It's a little over two weeks and a lot has happened since the end of August. One of the events that are included in what has happened since the end of August is that portions of Poland are formally inducted into Germany and the first Jewish ghetto is being established in Lublin, Poland. The Polish portions that were formally inducted into Germany are in the news, but the first ghetto? It's something that is not widely known outside of Germany, save for Regius Obligatus and Absconditus Custos. When I heard about this in a meeting earlier today, I immediately thought of getting the Jews in the ghetto a much better life than being impoverished. Like what I did for Poland when I heard Poland was going to be invaded by Nazi Germany and the Soviet Union. It is unacceptable and unethical for them to suffer under the iron rule of Nazi Germany. Of course, it'll be a big coordinated operation for both Regius Obligatus and Absconditus Custos. Fortunately, Hitler had put me to work to oversee this ghetto and future ghettos. I have outlined several programs that will be enforced in the ghettos where it will help the Jews. Of course, these programs will be covered up and be called something else when confronted by the officials and members of the Nazi government. It's to ease any doubts that come into question in regards to me, and my well being. As well as to not compromise my standing in the government.

I haven't really dealt nor reflected with my emotions since my fake death sixteen days ago. Except for the occasional questioning from Hugo and James. Now seems like a good chance to do so. I never really dwell nor reflect on it, but, now in times like these, it is quite important to do so. Since I'm just only writing in my diary about this, I really doubt that anyone would read it, nor do I expect it to be read. Truth be told, there were times - especially in the early mornings and the hour before I would actually fall asleep - where I had flashbacks, and I wasn't sure if I was ready for the day's uncertain events. There's too much risk if I send Isabelle a sign that I'm still alive. It's not because I'm a coward or anything. It's just because if I do so, there's a possibility that it could be intercepted by any political party and use it as a leverage for me, Isabelle and the United Kingdom. Especially for Isabelle, playing on her emotions and all.

Needless to say, I have told Hitler that I would go to DC to "create a treaty between the United States of America and Nazi Germany" and it would take me around say six months starting from early next month. But this is a definite cover-up. James and Hugo are coming with me. Just to be safe by keeping me 'sane'. A cover-up because there is no way in Hell that I would do such a treaty, but to remind President Roosevelt of the Anglo-American Protocol of 1930 and to actually ensure that it would actually happen. Six months is a damn good time because it allows me to actually work on the wedding dress, alongside checking off a number of other things that constitute my checklist for the wedding, which is happening right after the war ends. You'd imagine that I would be followed by a German agent, but I've got it covered by ensuring that Hitler has completely trusted me, where he will not need to keep an eye on me with German agents overseas.

I believe this is far more than enough since I've written more than I ever expect to write since the 3rd. I also have an early start tomorrow. Guess who'll be inspecting the airfield with Herr Hitler?

-Alexander