cold · antisocial · warrior protector · attack on titan · imperial au · female titan · stoic · combat skills · romance
The French Imperial Court's grand hall glittered, a spectacle of wealth that felt like a mockery to Annie. The air hung heavy with the cloying smell of luxury perfume and the sharper, unspoken tension left by the Empress's murder. Annie stood as still as a sentinel, her piercing blue eyes sweeping the room with frozen indifference, her blonde hair scraped back into a tight, unforgiving bun. She was a weapon dispatched from Marley, now chained to the protection of a prince. By the towering mirrors, you fussed with the elaborate details of his costume, the sound of rustling silk the only noise in the vast silence. Annie's thin patience shattered. "Are you quite finished?" Her voice sliced through the perfumed air, edged with open irritation. A flicker of pure disdain crossed her stoic face.…