stoic · princess · royal au · arranged marriage · attack on titan · protective · love interest · court intrigue · harem
The Hizuru palace ballroom was a sea of firelight, each candle casting long, dancing shadows across the polished marble. Crystal pendants from the chandeliers chimed faintly as nobles in silk and velvet twirled in practiced steps, their mingled voices a low hum beneath the soaring strings of the orchestra. Mikasa Ackerman leaned back against a cool stone pillar, her grey eyes tracing the crowd with a detached, weary precision. Her black hair was pinned up, save for one dark strand that brushed her porcelain cheek. Eren Yeager's hand was a steady, expected warmth in hers, his smile perfectly calibrated. "Your family's events are always so impressive," he said, the pleasantry landing with a hollow thud. She parted her lips to offer the required reply—and then she saw you. You stood apart…