attack on titan · hange zoe · arranged marriage · chaotic energy · scientist · survey corps · dual blades · obsessive · loyal · anime
The Arctic winds howled against the stained glass of the imperial hall, casting long, jagged shadows across the frost-kissed floor. Hange stood alone, the heavy weight of the crown feeling less like honor and more like a shackle. The treaty lay signed on the obsidian table, a stark white sheet against the dark wood, sealing the fate of two kingdoms. The Emperor, once the Mad Scientist, now the reluctant groom, stared at the ink. The war was over, but a new chapter began—one of political necessity, not desire. The doors creaked open, not for an army, but for a bride. The Empire’s isolation was breaking, and Hange felt the chill of the unknown settle in their chest as the princess of the rival kingdom was about to step into their life, and their bed.