#preparedtogive

Demands of the on going war were taking their toll on all sides. Albert believed it was turning into a battle of wills as the summer began. The invasion of his own Solomon Islands had been frustrating for the King for his attentions and efforts were focused on the European front. When he was informed he had the chance to meet with US soldiers whom would be looking to liberate the islands again, he leapt at the chance before any in his government could actually stop him.

he cannot stand there and look at her. not right now. standing there at the dance hall where the reich members were holding the annual banquet in honor of the reich, john’s a fuss. everybody is fussing about on him and he’s separated from juliana. the babysitter. he’s with the babysitter. himmler knew immediately after this having been the second outing with her, there had to be something. shoving off the man immediately, he found himself angry at the entire day. everybody fussing and forcing john to marry juliana. the whispers that she could be pregnant. nothing was true, but yet? he was so angry. tired. he loved her, but yet expressing it hurt so much. his wife was dead and he had three beautiful children that was without a mother, but jules was ultimately the best thing for them. his thoughts were shuffling about when he approached her and it had been tense, but when she said that? john pulled her to the side and fusses immediately because tension had been horrid through this entire banquet. ❝ what the fuck has gotten into you? what the hell is wrong? ❞

Sunlight dimly broke through the window to illuminate the dull, grey room. White lines streaming across the room to reinforce the image of the bars that kept her within the room. Not that an escape attempt would have been initiated, she was in the heart of operations. If by some miracle Mina had been able to escape from the narrow entryway, there would be countless soldiers and officials wandering the grounds waiting to meet here. She had resigned herself to this fate. There would be torture, torture and death. That was all that awaited her now. She was aware that her position in the Resistance was perhaps not important enough for them to consider a rescue operation. Her destiny from the moment she had accepted the tasks bestowed to her was to die for their cause. A fate that she would endure, if only for the Resistance to continue to provide hope for a better future. A future her son could live happily in.  Eyes lifted briefly to the door opening, instinctively returning to stare at her lap as recognition of who entered resonated with a flutter of terror in her heart. 

FROZEN,  A  DEER  WITH  wide,  horrified eyes,  Juliana  felt  she  couldn’t  breathe.    He’d  cornered  her,  found  her  and...  she  didn’t  believe  she  could  be  any  more  terrified  than  she  felt  in  that  moment.    Was  there  anywhere  she  could  go  to  escape  him  or  was  it  impossible?    Fleeing  certain  arrest,  she  allowed  herself,  after  months,  to  finally  feel  safe  and  yet,  there  he  stood.    What  would  he  do  now?    Drag  her  back  to  New  York?    Question  her  here?

PLEASE  DON’T  RUN  AWAY.    Horror  turned  confused,  form  trembling  as  she  stared  at  him,  unbelieving  at  the  way  he  spoke  to  her.    As  if  he  he  cared,  not  ready  to  leave  her  weeping  and  wounded.    She  didn’t  trust  him.    ❝  Don’t  touch  me.  ❞    Tone  high,  her  fear  of  him  too  obvious,  she  backed  away,  but  only  a  few  steps  until  her  back  thunked  against  the  dilapidated  wall.

AMUSEMENT  PLAYING  ON  RED-PAINTED  lips,  her  gaze  ducked  at  the  thought  of  just  why  he  was  so  eager  to  have  her  all  to  himself.    Tonight  would  be  the  first  night  they  would  stop  sneaking  about,  that  he  would  have  her  on  his  arm,  chest  puffed  up  like  a  puffin  with  pride.    Not  about  his  accomplishments  but  about  her,  that  he’d  be  able  to  show  off  her,  not  pretend  she  didn’t  exist  any  longer.    After  all,  their...  whatever  this  was...  wasn’t  simply  messing  about  any  longer,  snatched  moments  after  the  children  were  put  to  bed  or  off  on  some  school  trip.

THAT’S  WHAT  THE  TRIP  to  Berlin  meant  to  them,  and  while  by  no  means  was  she  looking  forward  to  traveling  to  the  heart  of  the  darkness  that  corrupted  her  world,  it  at  least  caused  it  to  be  easier  to  bear.    An  amused  smile  played  about  her  lips  as  she  stood  over  John,  hand  resting  on  his  shoulder.    ❝  Are  you  counting  down  the  minutes  until  we’re  alone  in  the  hotel  now?  ❞

IT’S  PAINFUL,  SHOVING  HIM  away  like  this,  but  it  must  be  done,  for  her  sake  as  much  as  others,  Juliana  by  some  miracle  managed  to  keep  her  face  stony  to  John.    It  would  be  better  this  way,  she  promised  herself,  you  do  not  need  him,  not  with  what  he  remains  loyal  to.    Her  scoff  spat  out  as  sharp  as  her  words.    ❝  Then  you’re  a  fool.  ❞