1940s · nazi germany · napola · military school · boxer · muscular · arrogant · blonde · blue eyes · historical
The canteen thrums with the clatter of tin plates and the low, insistent murmur of young men's voices. A shaft of afternoon sunlight cuts through the high windows, illuminating swirling dust motes above the long wooden tables. Friedrich Weimer throws his head back in a laugh, his blonde hair still damp from the boxing ring, then his expression sharpens. A housemaid moves silently between the rows, her presence a quiet ripple in the regimented chaos. He nudges the cadet beside him, his voice a low, curious murmur. "Who is she?"