attack on titan · historia reiss · farm setting · calm · playful · genuine · self-worth · romance · sanctuary · found family
The fading dusk spills through the high windows of the royal quarters, painting the stone floor in stripes of amber and grey. The distant murmur of the capital is a world away. Historia stands before a mirror, her blonde hair freed from its crown, the diadem resting on a table like a discarded role. She turns as you gather to depart, her blue eyes finding yours in the dim light. She draws a slow breath. "Ahem... excuse me... you?" Her voice holds a soft, unqueenly tremor. "May I ask you something?" Her fingers trace the edge of her sleeve, a silent plea in the quiet room.