I claim no right to Attack on Titan the only things I own are my OC characters and some plot.
All rights reserved to Hajime Isayama (諫山 創)
Alessandra spent the little free time she had in the gardens.
Many would think that a little girl, like Alessandra, being only 6 would have all the time in the world. But Alessandra having possessed many talents, cost her the free time many had.
6 hours of the day, she spent listening to lectures from old tutors with fashioned moustaches "The walls that." and "the walls this." and every time, Alessandra could swear they were the same stories told different ways.
There were other subjects too, from literature to rather boring math.
The amount of work she did of course paid off, Alessandra was smart, very smart for her age. A "child genius" as people seemed to tell her. But the cost of her genius was her childhood.
Alessandra tried to be put fun in her lessons, but no matter how hard she tried to make anyone laugh, she would be sent to her room.
Her curiosity and adventurous attitude was scolded, put aside as disobedience.
"No Alessandra the walls will never be climbed up for fun"
"No Alessandra, those flowers can't be used to make a replica of a snowman"
"Alessandra, that science project is getting out of hand!"
Alessandra's curiosity not only subsided by the negative energy put on her because of it, but it bugged her parents so much that Lady Bedelia decided to not only ban her from the garden, but also added on to her already strict rules.
That included her getting taught lady manners earlier than usual.
Proper "lady manners" were usually hour long lessons, like the name implies, on how to be a proper lady.
The lessons were many things, from posture training to how to sit at a dinner table. Most times, these things were taught at the age of 12.
But Alessandra, being from the Ricco family was anything but normal.
She learned everything at a very young age. Too young of an age. Many would think it was an age that is only meant for fun. But even with her young age, her intelligence was obviously better than most families of Wall Maria.
The end of the day concluded with 2 hour of music lessons.
Now if her math tutor was any good at teaching math as styling a moustache, that left her with 15 hours of free time.
12 in which she slept.
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It was a normal day in Ricco Manor.
The maids scurried around in their uniforms, guards secretly talked to each other, slacking on the job as many would call it.
On the top floor of the 3 floored mansion, was where biggest room laid. This room, was not a bedroom or an attic like most houses but a study.
Inside the room, the walls were not decorated with paintings or extravagant wall paper like the rest of the mansion, but a plain brown. Of course the main reason for this was because the walls were barely seen.
Hammered to the walls were bookshelf upon bookshelf's filled with 100 years of knowledge. One would call it a library if not for the many stacks of paperwork laid on random chairs scurried around the room.
At the end of the room, laid a wooden desk with, like every other furniture, stacks of paper.
Sitting on the desk was a man with a wrinkled suite and tie. He would be called handsome, with blue eyes and dark hair, defined jaw line, and from what could be seen under the shirt muscular body.
But time had worked on him and around his eyes were wrinkles, his forehead having stress creases forming. His lips were pursed in a worried manner and his hands were holding his head like he was having a bad headache.
The mans thoughts were, rather rudely, interrupted by a knock on the door.
He thought barely nothing of it saying a quick "go away" and getting back to his papers. But outside the door was not a plainly dressed maid but the mans daughter.
Alessandra paid no attention to his obvious irritated "go away" and walked inside her fathers study. The doors creaking as the she opened them.
Alessandra always loved the smell of books, of course she never read anything from the study (she was told many times she wasn't aloud to until she was older) but the study became her favourite spot after being banned from the garden by her mother.
The little books she read were mostly about history of the walls and science, and sometimes she wondered if books she read could not only hold knowledge but stories as well.
The man, Alessandra's father, looked up to see a bored expression on Alessandra. He squinted his eyes at her and looked at the small clock beside the door, getting more irritated by the little time he had on the project.
"It's 4:00 a clock Alessandra"
The raven haired girl gave him the most confused look she could muster up, which was considerably bad for that she had horrible acting skills, and replied with a "what do you mean?"
He gave Alessandra an angry glare, "why aren't you in your violin lessons?" his sentence was short, full of authority like he was not talking to his daughter but a disobedient dog.
"Well, it's boring!" She stated, bobbing her head and stretching the "o" in boring out. She smiled brightly at her father, hoping for him to react well to her playfulness.
Alessandra's father had good days and bad days. Unfortunately the good days always ended in bad days. The bad days always ended in worst bad days.
Today was a horrible day.
"You will go back to your violin lesson, Alessandra, no one will want a wife with no talent-" he stopped, considering his wording and looking at not the bored anymore but scared eyes of Alessandra, who didn't know he would react to badly to a violin lesson. She should've known.
He started shouting.
"I WILL NOT HAVE YOU'RE STUPID ATTITUDE RUIN OUR FAMILIES REPUTATION!" He grabbed a random stack of paper, looking once again in Alessandra's eyes.
Alessandra was used to her fathers outrages, but it didn't make it any less scary. She was a quick learner, catching up to information fast. But there are something you try, hoping it will work out no matter if the probability is 1 to a million. That for Alessandra was that she would probably never stop trying to get her father to show her affection.
His outrages were usually about small things occurring during stressful situations occurring in his plans, mostly about his job position. He, being stubborn like Alessandra refuses to take any medication for his rages and stress.
But she did learn many things about her father not many children know. Quick learner or not.
For one, was that he had a very. quick hand.
Alessandra's father dropped the stacks of paper in a quick action, making them fly everywhere. Reminding Alessandra of falling snow, very angry snow.
He walked up to her, in a calm looking manner and stared at her, eyes glazed in anger.
"Why did you skip the lessons Alessandra?"
She looked at her father. There were tear droplets forming around her eyes, because she knew that she didn't have the right answer, that there was never a right answer.
It was quick.
His hands were quick.
Not quiet, but it was blocked out by the sound of Alessandra's crying.
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