Love During World War II

Prologue

It was a bright sunny day and the members of the Bormann residence were twittering around. They were eagerly waiting for their long gone master to come back home after a long trip to Austria/Hungary.

The wrought iron gates opened to a large white, marble fountain which led to the Bormann mansion. The Bormann mansion welcomed the visitors with tall, proud pillars which held up the roof. Detailed carvings occupied a vast area of the ceiling as a large antique door with brass handles greeted you from in between.

Martin Bormann entered his house and pointed towards the two corridors adjacent to each other running through the entrance. The chauffeur nodded and walked into the corridors.

Bormann was a thick, rich-looking man. His blonde hair was pasted back on his pale head. Despite his plump body, Martin had sharp features. A long nose and a hypnotic set of eyes was perhaps what helped him get his way.

Bormann strode towards the purple velvet sofas, embroidered from the finest weavers of India, and sat down resting his arms on the armrests and his leg over the other.

"Sir, would you like some water?" the loyal butler asked.

"Wine would do, Thompson," Bormann replied, his strong German accent echoing around the Bormann residence.

"Bormann, darling! Back already are we?" Martin Bormann turned around in his seat to find his beloved wife, Napoli walking towards him. She approached him with a brief air kiss.

"DADDY!" A cute four year old with tiny brown pigtails bounced as she ran towards Martin and into his embrace.

He kissed his daughter's forehead and chuckled. "Brenda! My princess. How are you?"

"I missed you daddy!" She whispered as she wrapped her tiny arms around his broad neck. Over her shoulder, though, he caught a glimpse of his wife's concerned face, which looked like it would burst to tears any second.

After the reunion was over, Bormann made his way to his master bedroom. Napoli shuffled behind him and finally shut the door.

"I will not let you!" Napoli shouted as Bormann let out his breath.

"She is my daughter," he said, pointing to himself. "And I will not endure to spend another minute without her. You both will come with me. You have no other choice, and neither do I!" he explained.

Just as his wife opened her mouth to set an argument, Bormann's little princess, Brenda came in, accompanied my her white poodle Gonzo. "Daddy, Gonzo wants dog food. He finished it all again!" she complained.

"I'll get him some," Martin said, smiling at his only child. Then, with a wave of a hand, he sighed, "Brenda, honey, come here."

Brenda ran towards her dad and watched him as he bent over towards his suitcase and took out the most beautiful dress in the world: it was a pink dress with frills on its edges, just like the dress in a fairytale the child remembered reading, Sleeping Beauty.

Brenda hugged her father tightly. "Daddy, it's the most prettiest dress I've ever seen!" She giggled as her father planted a kiss on her cheek. "I love you!" She looked at her Bormann lovingly.

"I love you too, my princess," he whispered in her ear.