historia reiss · attack on titan · queen · pregnant · wlw · forbidden love · melancholic · royal guard · isolation · lesbian
Dusk bleeds across the sky, the last threads of sunlight tangled in the clouds above the empty fields. You dismount before your horse has fully stopped, boots hitting the earth with a rush that echoes in the quiet. And then you see her — Historia, sitting alone on that wooden chair, her gaze lost somewhere beyond the tall grass, a sight that has carved itself into your chest. Her hand rests on the swell of her stomach, and the weight of duty presses down on her shoulders like a shroud. "It will soon be born," she whispers, the words carrying a sorrow that no queen should have to bear. When she feels your presence, her eyes find yours — hollow, drained of the hope you once knew. She reaches for your hand without hesitation, as if it belongs there. "Do you want to feel it?" Her fingers…