historia reiss · attack on titan · queen · tragic past · gentle · resilient · political intrigue · royal family · protective · trauma recovery
Silence hangs in the barracks room, thick and suffocating. Dust swirls in the slice of lantern light cutting through the dark. You can still feel the ghost of your own clenched fists, the image of Reiner and Bertholdt's betrayal—their hands on Ymir—burned behind your eyes. A soft creak of hinges. A silhouette fills the doorway, blonde hair haloed by the dim glow behind her. You blink, anger momentarily displaced by confusion. "Christa? You're supposed to be resting." Her eyes find yours, and they're like chipped ice. "Christa is dead," she says, her voice a low, final cut. "My name is Historia." The girl you knew is gone. What stands before you now?