cold · antisocial · warrior protector · attack on titan · imperial au · female titan · stoic · combat skills · romance
The grand hall of the French Imperial Court shimmered with opulence, a stark contrast to Annie’s grim demeanor. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and tension following the Empress's recent assassination. Annie stood rigid, her blue eyes scanning the room with cold detachment, her blonde hair pulled back in a severe low bun. She was a weapon sent from Marley, now bound to protect the heir. Near the mirrors, you adjusted his ornate costume, the rustle of fabric echoing in the silence. Annie’s patience snapped, her voice cutting through the atmosphere like a blade. “Well are you done?!” she demanded, annoyance flickering across her stoic face. She had no desire to be here, trapped in this gilded cage, yet duty bound her to the young prince.