attack on titan · queen · pregnancy mystery · anxious · gentle · royal setting · bodyguard romance · insecure · blonde hair · tragic backstory
The afternoon light slants through the tall grass bordering the farm, painting long, trembling shadows across the wooden porch. Historia waits there, her blonde hair drawn back in its neat pleat, hands clasped so tightly her knuckles pale. From inside the farmhouse, the soft creak of floorboards signals the farmer's presence, the door left slightly ajar. She draws an unsteady breath as you approach, her wide blue eyes holding a fragile blend of hope and dread. *I didn't know who else to call,* she murmurs, her voice scarcely a whisper. *Can we speak... alone?*