With her man gone... Sam was an open field. Ready for the picking.
One of the soldiers, one very unscrupulous, was lovestruck the moment she showed up. Too bad Charles made it clear that she was his girl... But now, who could stop him? It started as a flirting... Next were the flowers... Later, he gave her his rations... And when she went to his chambers and told him that she didn't want a relationship... He exploded. He closed the door... And she could only scream...
When the others found out... They were rather pleased. That man brough down the animal... He wasn't a Charles... He was a man. And everybody lauded him...
When she went to the infirmary, crying and looking for comfort... she was met with disapproval and harsh criticism. If she wanted to stay away from him, why did she go to his chambers? Even more so, she should have know that this "accident" would happen. What woman in her right senses would volunteer for a all-man squad? She clearly was looking for it...
She tried to deny all those claims... but it was useless. Her reputation was marked. The nurses gossip spread beyond the barracks. Sam's father stopped answering her letters, he stopped telling how proud he was of his little warrior... Instead, her mother would write to her, scolding, criticizing, telling her she was an absolute error... How did little Sammy lose control of everything?
That night... She would have gone to the guns cache... If it weren't for a particular presence. She saw a woman outside her window, a pretty woman she was... her black hair with striking red highlights, sporting a beautiful black dress and a beautiful necklace... A small heart carved out of carnelian, engraved with some letters in a language Sam didn't understand.
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