Chris broke his stance and caught me before I fell, but my eyes never once left the commanders. I saw from the corner of my eye that the guards in the room had shifted, probably anticipating something, but I continued to hold my gaze.
"Sandra, what's wrong?" Concern filled Chris' voice as my eyes shifted towards his and the, what seemed like a spell, was broken. Reality hit and I straightened up and looked back at the commander with a stare that even shook him.
"I'm sorry, sir. I don't know what-"
"My names Sandra, sir!" My stare turned into a pleasant smile as I curtseyed shaking off whatever dead had overcome me earlier.
The commander smiled as he forgot whatever had happened as well and Chris stood back up with his hands neatly clasped behind his back and feet shoulder length apart like a proud father.
"Well, Miss Sandra, it is a pleasure meeting you, and I'd hope to see you again," he looked over at Chris, "You have a fine young man to take care of you, so I don't think I need to worry too much about you." He gave the guards a nod and I heard their feet shift as they changed positions.
The commanders gaze lifted to Chris' as he spoke, "You are excused."
And with that I took his hand and we walked out together.
When we walked back to our quarters and the biggest burden was life's from my shoulders . "I'm sorry I froze," I shuffled my feet, remembering how badly I froze.
"No," he whispered as he kneeled in front of me, lifting my chin to meet his gaze. "You we're perfect back there." His smile was contagious as I soon found myself grinning back at him.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and absorbed his warmth and felt better, momentarily.
The next few days were the same, when I woke up, Chris was gone, and came back only for a few short moments for lunch and I continued to stay back, drawing on whatever paper Chris had left for me. When he came home at around four in the afternoon, we would greet each other with smiles and hugs. He'd brought home cards once and we played until dinner time. I didn't have to share with Chris anymore, but got my own small portion and on occasions, I would give Chris some knowing he needed it more than I did.
However, after a week of this lifestyle, someone came to the door with a box as well as a note. Inside the box was a skirt and a nice dress shirt as well as an extra pair of underwear.
Chris read the note that said 'Tomorrow, Sandra is to work at the workforce, sewing uniforms and whatever she is told to do.'
I stared at Chris and nothing else was said that night.