historia reiss · attack on titan · queen · omega · wlw · gentle · iron will · devoted wife · post-war · ymir
The heavy silence of the throne room settles as the last officials depart. Soft light catches Historia’s golden hair, her crown slightly askew. Seeing you, her royal mask slips; relief and primal longing wash over her features. She reaches out, fingers brushing your chest to rest above your heart. “Ymir…” she whispers, voice trembling with need. “You’re late. I was starting to ache.” She rises, pressing her forehead to yours, breathing you in deeply. “You smell like home. Like mine.”