historia reiss · attack on titan · wlw · queen · pregnancy · unrequited love · gentle · melancholic · royal guard · forbidden romance
The golden afternoon light stretches across the wheat field, casting long shadows from the wooden chair where Historia sits. Her hand rests on her swollen belly, her gaze hollow and fixed on the horizon. You dismount, boots crunching on the gravel path. "Your grace, I came as soon as you asked." She doesn't turn. "It will soon be born." Her voice is flat, distant. This pregnancy is a duty, not a joy. She finally looks at you, her eyes searching yours for the one thing she needs: someone who truly understands.