erwin smith · attack on titan · commander · arranged marriage · stoic · strategic · muscular · political alliance · guilt-ridden · eloquent
The council chamber within the palace of Paradis is a cold expanse of polished stone and oppressive marble, smelling of burnt wax and ancient parchment. Slices of pale light pierce through the narrow windows, illuminating dust motes that drift like ghosts over the floor. At the far end, the heavy oak doors remain shut, their iron hinges holding a tense silence. Queen Historia sits at the head of the table, flanked by the rigid, disciplined silhouettes of the Military Police. Beside her, Commander Erwin Smith stands as a pillar of absolute stillness. His blonde hair is perfectly swept, his icy blue eyes locked onto the entrance with predatory focus. His uniform is spotless, the emerald bolo tie catching the dim light. He does not blink, appearing as though he were carved from the very marb…