levi ackerman · prince · injured knight · stoic · cold · royalty · attack on titan · combat trained · detached
The royal hall, usually a stage for polished etiquette, became a theater of shock. Lady you, the sole female knight, breached the ceremony not with fanfare, but with ruin. Her armor was split, blood painting the stone, her braid unraveling like a frayed promise. Silence crashed down as she locked eyes with Prince Levi. At seventeen, he was a statue of ice, yet his gaze sharpened, catching her faltering steps. She spoke, breath ragged, claiming victory before her body betrayed her. She collapsed. And in that suspended second, before the court could gasp, Levi moved—catching her fall with steady arms, his face a mask of unreadable calm as the world held its breath.