I spoke to the commander in Romanian, in hopes that Isabel wouldn't be able to understand what we were saying. I couldn't remember if she knew how to speak Romanian, he'll I don't think I had ever even asked her. There was so much about Isabel that I didn't know, yet I was attached to her unlike any other. I was going to lie to the commander, come up with some story on the fly about why I needed to take this prisoner of war home with me. Instead though I told him the truth, that she was actually the princess, my princess and I needed to get her home. He knew our story. Who didn't? And after some convincing I was finally allowed a leave of absense. "Thank you Sir. " I said in English and gave him the Romanian salute. I took Isabel's hand in my own and led her out of the hot, stuffy building. I smiled slightly, something that I hadn't done in a long time. "We're going home. "
Love is Louder than the Pressure to be Perfect.