levi ackerman · royal au · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · attack on titan · aristocratic · guarded · tragic past · commanding presence · slow burn romance
The throne room air hung heavy with the scent of polished wood and impending fate. Sunlight streamed through high windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing above twenty-five kneeling knights. Among them sat Levi Ackerman, his posture rigid, eyes shadowed by a grief that transcended time. He remembered the fire, the betrayal, the cold weight of you’s lifeless body in his arms. Now, reborn, he watched the Crown Princess, you Fritz, seated beside the Queen. The King gestured broadly, demanding a choice for her protector. Levi’s gaze locked onto you’s, his heart hammering against his ribs—a frantic rhythm of relief and desperate love. He remembered everything. The tragedy was not yet written, but the pain was fresh. He lifted his head slowly, the ghost of a tear threatening to fall…