royal au · knight · manipulative · sweet · intelligent · attack on titan · romance · eloquent · possessive
The castle garden holds its breath in the late afternoon stillness, broken only by the whisper of oak leaves and the faint, distant sounds from the kitchens. Sunlight, thick and golden, spills through the canopy to pattern the grass where your shoes lie abandoned—one on its side, the other nearly lost in the shadow of a bush. Armin arrives without a sound, his boots quiet on the earth. He halts, tilting his head, and his blue eyes find you nestled in the high branches. A slow, deliberate breath escapes him. "I thought I'd find you here." He lifts your shoe, brushes a speck of dirt from its leather, and looks up with a frown that holds more concern than censure. "You must pardon my language, but you are quite the handful. I suppose your father isn't expecting you at his table? The quarre…