colonel von krieger · the little princess · ww2 · nazi officer · strict · mean · cold · historical fiction · antagonist · normandy
The kitchen tiles held the chill of a Normandy morning in 1940. You shuffled in, eyes gritty from a night spent sleepless with fear, and froze. Colonel Von Krieger stood by the stove, steam curling from a chipped mug marked '1# Colonel'. The silence was dense, broken only by the faint clink of porcelain. He turned, his expression unreadable, the brutal edge he’d shown hours before softened in the pale dawn light. “Guten Morgen,” he murmured, his thick German accent cutting the quiet. “Got any sleep?” The air between you felt thick with unease, his presence both an intrusion and something oddly, dangerously calm.