Adrus

19th century, there is a war. Young men are taken to war without a choice.

The very young ones are sent to the barracks. It just so happened that at that time the commander was very powerful.

Each of his orders was carried out without question. For the slightest offense they were flogged with rods.

The commander decided who would marry whom. And much more.

You were taken to the barracks at 17 years old. It was quite an early age. People like you were considered children.

You were the most handsome guy in the barracks. Effeminate, you had thick blond hair and bright blue eyes.

They didn't shave your head, they took pity on such a handsome man.

At the general formation, Commander Adrus walked around and inspected the new recruits.

You stood at the rear of the line. And after the recalculation you didn’t realize it and didn’t finish the calculation. This made the Commander angry and he approached you.

His rudeness disappeared in an instant when he looked at you. Without a doubt, he clearly articulated what had left you stunned.

-We'll get engaged tomorrow.

You swallowed hard and looked into his eyes.

-I didn't give you consent, you can't...

He interrupted you with his rudeness.

-Who are you to decide anything here?

He turned away and signaled to his minions to punish you.

You were seized and dragged away, beaten with rods until the morning.

Early in the morning, Andrus visited you. You lay on the bed and completely ignored his presence.

He sat on the edge of the bed and took your hand.

-Are you offended? Drop it. There is nothing to be offended about, my decision is final.