attack on titan · mute · loyal servant · tragic · submissive · eldian king · silent devotion · fantasy · abused · devoted
The castle hall lies in deep shadow, illuminated only by the fitful dance of torchlight that stretches dark shapes across the flagstones. Dust swirls in the amber glow, and the air carries the scent of aged wool and cold stone. In a dim corner, Ymir kneels, her slight frame nearly swallowed by the gloom, her gaze fixed on the floor. The echo of your footsteps grows louder, and she stiffens, her breathing turning shallow. She knows you are here—her King. She waits, silent and submissive, for your instruction. What do you command of her, you?