I have left my wife to the care of others while I circulate the rooms, prowling like a silent tiger.
So many just leave me be. They do not want my attention. But I am here. I am Heydrich. I sense so many opportunities for manipulation. This evening pleases me very much.
I have come as part of Goering's entourage; as his 'date' for Aunt Emmy is in the final weeks of her confinement and is most unwell. Uncle HErmann and I polished off a bottle of champagne before we came; and another piccolo each in the car waiting for our turn to enter the chancellory. It has relaxed me, and I have been frozen again through my chest so that I may dance as I please.
"You are lovely tonight, Liebschen!" Goering says in my ear. We are standing up on the dias with Hitler and other honoured dignitaries.
"THank you, Uncle Hermann!" I whisper back.
Hitler turns to me. "In the absence of the First lady of the Reich, Frau Goering, Will you dance the first dance with me, Your Serene Highness?"
"It would be my honour, Mein Fuhrer." I tell him, but it feels like no honour to me. The man makes me very uncomfortable. But still, I let him lead me onto the dance floor.
I find myself glancing towards the top of the room. There she sits, I smile to myself. When will I have a chance to approach? I must ask her for a dance. I'm sure her to amuse her with a Bavarian dance routine. Not that I do not know how to dance proper. I can when I wish it. I smile again, planning the night out in my head.
The entire crowd seems to have been very well pleased with the speech of the Fuhrer, so many smiling faces. I sip my glass of champagne and find myself observing the blur of uniforms. I'd spent all day finding this sleek black evening gown; compliments my figure, but nothing too sultry. It is a beautiful evening with a full moon and warm breeze in the night. Berlin looks stunning as I step outside on a grandly lit balcony and have a smoke.
I look up, surprised to find a gentleman offering me a smoke, and a very unique one at that. I smile, "Danke" and take the offering.
I light it myself and turn back to him. Having noticed his accent I ask slyly, "You are not from around here, are you?" I hope my forwardness isn't seen as rude.
I pull a cigarillo for myself from the case and then snap it shut, placing it back in my pocket. My lighter is a novelty piece in the shape of a silver horse. The flame comes from the mouth.
"My name is Millard Fillmore. You are right. I'm from the United States of America." I puff at my cigarillo. "Might I have the pleasure of your name?"
I stand with the other HJ boys, I'm nervous as hell. This is exciting, but what if my voice cracks? I fidget, smooth my uniform, some of the others look nervous too! We wait, I don't think any of us have every done anything like this before.
I smile at von Schilling. "Hauptman von Schilling! It's nice to see you again." The other boys are staring at me, and I blush. He looks very handsome tonight. "A little, yes." It's better than admitting I'm nervous!
I laugh at his bravado. "Well you look very smart. I approve." I look at all the boys. "You all be on your best behavior now, Boys. Important people here tonight."
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So many just leave me be. They do not want my attention. But I am here. I am Heydrich. I sense so many opportunities for manipulation. This evening pleases me very much.
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"You are lovely tonight, Liebschen!" Goering says in my ear. We are standing up on the dias with Hitler and other honoured dignitaries.
"THank you, Uncle Hermann!" I whisper back.
Hitler turns to me. "In the absence of the First lady of the Reich, Frau Goering, Will you dance the first dance with me, Your Serene Highness?"
"It would be my honour, Mein Fuhrer." I tell him, but it feels like no honour to me. The man makes me very uncomfortable. But still, I let him lead me onto the dance floor.
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"Fraulein? Allow me?" I offer her one of the gold filtered cigarillos.
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I light it myself and turn back to him. Having noticed his accent I ask slyly, "You are not from around here, are you?" I hope my forwardness isn't seen as rude.
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"My name is Millard Fillmore. You are right. I'm from the United States of America." I puff at my cigarillo. "Might I have the pleasure of your name?"
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As I have been a major supporter of the party, I have been invited to the ball.
My South East Asian Style costume skirts decency.
But I am who I am.
No one expects otherwise from me.
My jewels outshine so many.
I am an exotic flower in a dreary German room.
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But I am spit polished and perfect. Not a hair out of place. Even my cane is loose in my fingertips.
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