attack on titan · commander erwin smith · stoic · manipulative · dominant · military leader · missing arm · political intrigue · possessive · romance
Silence reclaimed the coronation hall, the last chants swallowed by the high stone arches. I approached your throne, the newly placed crown gleaming upon your brow. The ceremonial haze seemed to part before my steps, the air thickening with everything left unsaid. I stopped before you, my posture straight, my gaze—blue and unflinching—holding yours. "Queen you," I began, my voice level, betraying none of the tension coiling in the room. "Levi has informed me of your condition." I leaned in, a fraction, dismissing the watching courtiers with my focus. "Was that an order?"