If Lucas was being honest, he had no idea what the fuck he was meant to be doing while he was kissing Frieda, it was the first time that he had ever kissed a girl and it was pretty horrible to be perfectly frank, her teeth had clashed against his when she tried to push her lips against his even harder, not to mention that his body was still facing the mirror on the desk, so his upper body was twisted around at an uncomfortable angle.

"How was that?" She asked as she pulled away from him, breathing heavily with her cheeks flushed red. "Was that acceptable by your standards?"

"That was awful." He told her truthfully. "Your teeth hit mine, and it felt like you were trying to snap my spine with how you had me twisted around."

"Oh, I'm sorry." She apologised. "I don't know what came over me then, I just-"

She was silenced as he pressed his finger to her lips and turned around fully to face her. "I said it was bad, but that's only because I don't have anything to compare it to." He said seriously, not intending for that to be a challenge.

"Is that so?" She asked, gaining a flirty smile on her face, taking a seat in his lap and putting her arms around his neck. "Then I'll just have to make sure that it's the worst kiss you'll ever have." She whispered to him, leaning in and capturing his lips in a much softer kiss this time.

The kiss was a lot slower this time and with Frieda now on his lap, he was able to put his hands on her hips and hold her still, while she in turn softly caressed his face as she held it in place. As she held her lips against his, she slowly moved her hands down his face and onto his neck moving towards the collar of his Scout jacket, she was about to help him out of it until he grabbed her wrists to stop her and pulled away slightly.

"You do realise how much shit I could get into for just being seen with you like this?" He asked her, cheeks slightly flushed red. "I'd probably get thrown in prison if somebody walked in on us like this, that's not to mention what would happen if my clothes were off."

"I'd be surprised if someone even decided to approach you with handcuffs." She retorted, looking into his eyes. "You're not exactly the most approachable person I know."

"That's only because most people tend to annoy the hell out of me." He replied. "They should realise that my title is literal and not just a namesake."

"And yet, you're stuck beneath me." She flirted. "What does that say about me?" She fluttered her eyes.

"It says that you should shut up before I throw you off of me and I decide to leave." He retorted.

"Why don't you make me shut up then." She teased.

"I'll sew your lips together." He offered. "My mother taught me more than you would think."

"I had something a little different in mind." She smiled at him as she loosened his grip on her wrists. "Maybe I'll just have to show you instead." She stood up and brought him with her, attempting to remove his jacket, only for him to stop her again. "If you stop struggling, it'll make it easier for both of us."

"That's exactly what someone who was trying to kidnap me would say." He pointed out. "And after those words are uttered, they'd be left with no teeth left."

"You're sense of humour is awful." She giggled at his bluntness. "So why don't you humour me by taking your jacket off?"

"My sense of humour isn't awful, I've just been told it's very dry." He said in return. "That seems to be something that you don't seem to be right now."

"Did you just... flirt with me?" She asked with an amused look on her face, surprised that he would say something like that, even if he used his usual no emotion tone with his blank face.

"Just because I don't put my emotions on display like most people do, doesn't mean that I don't know how to do basic things like flirt." He deadpanned. "I just don't see the point in flirting with someone I don't know."

"Sorry, it's just... strange to hear someone flirt with the tone of voice that you used." She giggled at him again.

"You really need to learn to shut up." He growled out, not amused by her teasing at all.

"Then you know how to." She told the slightly shorter than her male. Making another move to take the jacket off, and with some more stubbornness on his part, she finally managed to remove it and threw it onto the chair, only realising that there was something heavy in the pockets as she threw it. "I hope that wasn't anything valuable." She said as she pulled him towards the bed. "I'd hate to break something that's important to you."

"Do you have to constantly talk like that?" He asked as she was walking backwards. "It's starting to annoy me now, just talk normally."

"Where's the fun in that?" She asked, falling back onto the bed, attempting to drag him down with her but he just stood still instead, which prompted her to sit up. "Come on." She gestured with a finger. "I won't bite."

"Somehow I doubt that." He snorted. "I've walked in on my fair share of horny teens trying to relieve stress in the dorms. Animals just can't keep it in their pants." He muttered. "Much like your dad to be honest, can't seem to catch a break with him, can you?"

Frieda looked at him, unimpressed with his obvious attempts to kill the mood for her, she wasn't having that at all. "No, I guess I can't, but what's to stop him from coming after you if he finds us like this?" She asked, standing up once again, tracing circles on his chest with her index finger.

"Maybe the fact that he doesn't have the balls to do anything to me." Lucas retorted, also unimpressed with her obvious advances, he might have kissed her, but unlike some people he could name, he had some self control around women. "You don't seem to be too concerned about him on the other hand." He observed. "Daddy and his mistress getting on your nerves too much?"

"What my father does is his own choice." She firmly told him. "But me on the other hand, I think I know what I want." Her hands went to the hem of his shirt, untucking it and allowing her fingers to trail across his abdomen and sides.

"I didn't realise you were into sexual assualt." He snorted. "I don't remember consenting to being felt up like I'm some sort of possession."

"Oh, is that so?" She asked, feigning ignorance, trailing her hands further up his torso, reaching the claw marks that had been left by the bear five years ago. "Then why did you kiss me back?" She asked. "I think I'd call that consent, wouldn't you?"

"Would you belive me if I said that I only wanted to piss of Rod?" He asked. "Seems like a valid reason to me."

"Then why is your heart rate getting faster?" She questioned in return. "There's no Titan's here to fight, it's just me and you here."

"I'm not even going to point out the obvious irony in that statement." He said, since she was a Titan. "But to answer your question, I'm not a doctor, so how would I know?"

"Didn't they teach you about sex in the military?" She bluntly put it to him. "Surely you aren't that dense?"

"They did." He confirmed for her, her thumbs now tracing his abdominal muscles slowly, while her fingers massaged his sides, with him having to try very hard to not let out even a sigh of pleasure. "But unfortunately, the fifty year old doctor didn't wheel out a woman from his favourite brothel to demonstrate for us." He deadpanned. "I would say it was enlightening, but I probably left with more questions that I had before he started talking."

"You haven't been curious at all about what it's like?" She asked. "Have you even kissed a girl before?"

"If you're asking about before you kissed me, no, I hadn't." He confirmed her suspicions. "The Scouts aren't exactly big on promoting relationships, especially between two Scouts, it can affect decisions in the field. Can't have a senior officer prioritising a significant other over the mission at hand."

"So you're a virgin?" She asked, getting a scoff and an annoyed nod from Lucas, she then leaned into his ear. "Have you ever thought about changing that?" She whispered into his ear.

"No." He deadpanned. "Thinking about when, how or who I'm first going to have sex with is quite stupid in my opinion. It also doesn't help that my mother constantly asks for grandkids."

"Have you ever thought about it?" She asked him. "Having kids I mean." She clarified for him.

"What idiot would want to have kids with me?" He asked her as if she had been joking, she wasn't. "I would be an awful dad to any kid, I'd barely be home, never be there for them, probably never be there at all after I get eaten by a Titan. There's no point putting not one, but two people through that pain of losing someone if I can help it."

"I see." She took a step back, removing her hands and herself from his personal space, earning a raised eyebrow from him at her sudden stoppage. "I can see that you have no interest in continuing with this." She told him. "I obviously overstepped my boundaries and came onto you far too much, I'm sorry for that." She apologised.

"Does she really think that?" He thought, unable to say anything to her. "Did she lose interest altogether?" He was unsure what to think, he could be stubbborn as hell when he wanted to be, blunt with his words, not sparing anyone from his comments.

Something his mother told him yesterday echoed in his mind. "Playing hard to get may work for some time, but eventually a woman will lose interest if you play impossible to get." Was he really doing that? Playing impossible to get?

"Are you even listening to me?" Frieda asked, getting him out of his thoughts. "I asked if you could stay for a few days, I might need your help with something quite soon. Don't worry about the Scouts, I'll have my father send a letter in the morning."

"Right." He managed to get out. "I'll be in the kitchen if you need me." He swifly exited her room at that, not bothering to tuck in his shirt or take his jacket with him.

Frieda smirked to herself when he left the room and left his jacket behind. "Better find something to keep myself awake before he comes back, don't want to fall asleep before anything happens."

Downstairs in the kitchen, Lucas was opening every cupboard he could find as he was looking for something to drink, alcohol in his case, preferably whiskey or vodka, but anything would do at the moment, he just needed to clear his head.

"What are you looking for?" A male voice asked from the doorway, Lucas looked over to see Frieda's older brother, Urklyn Reiss, looking at him like he was a common thief.

"You do have alcohol in the kitchen right?" Lucas asked him. "Surely Rod doesn't decide to fuck the maids while sober." He joked. "Actually, it wouldn't surprise me if he did, doesn't seem like the drinking type."

Wordlessly, Urklyn opened a drawer under the counter and put a bottle of whiskey on the counter, glaring hard at an uncaring Lucas.

"Give me that." Lucas snatched the bottle away from him, unscrewing the cap and unceremoniously throwing the drink down his throat, feeling the burning sensation as it went down his throat. "Fuck, that's awful." He muttered, taking another swig from the bottle.

"Aren't you supposed to be in Frieda's room doing god knows what with her?" Urklyn annoyedly asked him, irked by the fact he was drinking straight from the bottle.

"I was in her room, and now I'm here." Lucas corrected him, now feeling the kick from the large swigs he had taken.

"I think even Florian knew why you were in her room." He commented, still giving him the stink eye. "Don't tell me you've finished already?"

"To imply that I've finished would mean that I would've had to start." Lucas retorted. "And I didn't start anything."

"You mean, you and Frieda didn't..."

"Didn't what, Fuck?" Lucas unashamedly asked him, getting Urklyn to wince at the harshness of the tone used. "No we didn't fuck, because unlike Rod, who can't keep his dick in his pants, I can actually control myself when a woman comes on to me."

"I... uh, what?" Urklyn stuttered out, clearly not expecting that kind of reply at all.

"Tch, your stuttering is pissing me off now." Lucas stated. "Get out before I throw you out."

That made Urklyn angry. "You really think you can just come into this house and walk all over us!" He yelled, the whole house probably hearing his outburst. "I don't know who the hell you think you are!" He stormed up to Lucas now. "Threaten me again, and I'll make you regret it."

"Sorry, I couldn't hear you from all the way up there." Lucas taunted him. "Maybe you should get a bit shorter." Lucas then faked a gasp. "I know what to do, I'll rip your shin bones out, then you'll be able to talk to shorter people, how does that sound?" He threatened him, his tone dangerously low.

"You think you're untouchable because you have my idiot sister gawking over you every time she sees you." Urklyn stated, losing his temper now. "Nobody is untouchable in this world, especially a lowlife like you."

"Yeah, I do think I'm untouchable." Lucas stood up as well. "But it's not because of Frieda, it's because I know nobody has the balls to actually do something to me."

"That's not it." Urklyn persisted. "You just haven't met anyone who's not afraid to fave you. If you keep going like you are, you're going to meet them very soon."

"You seem rather confident about that." Lucas noted, taking another shorter swig this time. "Either that or you're playing a huge bluff right now." Lucas guessed. "I guess I'll find out soon."

"You have no idea what these people are capable of." Urklyn warned him. "They wont be scared of you at all, you should watch your back if you're smart."

"I'm starting to regret not taking Frieda up on her offer now." Lucas rubbed his head in annoyance. "Because now I'm certain that fucking her senseless would have been far more preferable to listen to your constant whining." He then let a small smirk grace his lips. "But then again, I would have probably woken up the whole house either way." He said, making Urklyn even more angry than before.

"You... you act like a brat who just goes out of their way to annoy people!" Urklyn yelled.

"Urklyn." Rod appeared at the door. "Go back to your room, it seems that the Corporal has gotten under your skin now." Urklyn then left without a word in return, showing that he was just all bark and no bite.

"The maids aren't here if you're looking for a quick fuck." Lucas deadpanned as he glared at Rod. "I'm sure they'd appreciate being left alone for one night at least, or must you constantly act like a horny teenager? No wonder your family's reputation has already gone to shit. Frieda's the only saving grace the Reiss name has."

"Must you always resort to petty insults?" Rod calmly asked, not letting Lucas get under his skin like he had done to his eldest son.

"Only when I talk to people I don't particularly like." Lucas retorted. "If you haven't guessed, you're one of them."

"I had noticed." Rod snorted at him in response. "I don't understand why you hold a grudge when the others don't, it was over a decade ago when it happened."

"I don't hold a grudge because you cheated on your wife, I find it disgusting that you would do that, but that's not why I dislike you so much." Lucas told him, staring straight at Rod. "I dislike you because you're a coward." He revealed. "You had a child with one of the maids, but you've never even met her, what kind of person does that make you?"

"Where are you going with this?!" Rod demanded, raising his voice at him.

"Historia lives a life where the only person that actually cares for her is Frieda. Her mother despises her, you act like she doesn't exist, much like everyone else in your wretched family." Lucas spat at him. "The only reason she's alive right now is because of the blood she has, not because you actually care or some bullshit like that. No, you're more concerned with your family's reputation than your actual daughter."

"You are way out of line Corporal." Rod was furious now. "You have no right to talk about me or my family like that, especially my children!"

"I do have the right actually, because I've talked to Historia more times than she's actually seen her own father." He responded to Rod. "I'd actually find it quite amusing if I wasn't such a nice guy. To be honest, I'm not sure that you're actually fit to be a father, I mean, you can barely support your own weight, never mind a child you had with a servant."

Rod took a deep breath to calm himself, getting angry wasn't going to get him anywhere. "I see what you're doing Corporal, you're trying to get under my skin like you did with my son, but I won't let you." Rod calmly told him.

"The fact that you had to calm yourself down tells me I'm already under your skin." Lucas replied with a dead stare at him. "But them again, under your skin isn't really hitting that deep, is it?"

"Enough!" Rod snapped at him. "I want you out of my house now! I don't give a damn what Frieda wants! I tried my best to ignore you, but you make it impossible. I don't want you back here, ever."

"I don't think that's really your choice though." Lucas replied, slightly amused by his outburst. "If I recall, Frieda is the Queen of the Walls, not you."

"I. Don't. Care." Rod emphasised his words for him. "This is my home, I will not have you-"

"Enough father!" Frieda demanded from the doorway of the kitchen, having heard the whole conversation. "Leave us." She commanded after he tried to protest. "I'll deal with him." She glared at Lucas, seemingly unimpressed with his antics.

"Upstairs, now." She glared at him after Rod had left, also turning and leading him towards her room again, her bare feet still padding against the wooden floors of the hallways.

Once they had re-entered her room, she wordlessly gestured for him to take a seat on the bed, which he did, with her taking a seat next to him.

"I heard what you said about Historia." She opened up with. "That was kind of you to say that."

"It wasn't kind." He tried to deny it. "I just told him the truth, it's wrong how he tries to ignore the fact she exists."

"I know that, but that's what I wanted to talk to you about." She said, getting him to raise an eybrow at that. "I want Historia to come and live here, at the estate, the thing is... the Royal Assembly thinks that she's a stain on the Reiss family name."

"You think they might try to kill her since the wall fell today." He guessed. "I wouldn't put it past them, they'll do just about anything to keep themselves in power."

"I think they might try and make her disappear." She agreed with him. "But I'm afraid that they might do it anyway, even if I tell them not to."

"You want my help." It wasn't a question, rather a statement from him.

"They have someone like you who works for them, I can't stop him, but you can." She said, grabbing his hand with both of hers. "I need your help with this, please Lucas, help me."

"Fine." He relented after a short while of her staring into his eyes. "I'll help you save your sister."

"Thank you." She sincerely told him, before thinking back to what happened earlier. "Listen, about what happened earlier..."

"What about it?" He asked, refusing to meet her gaze now.

"It was wrong of me to do that, I just got caught up in the moment, and I'm sorry for that." She apologised to him once again.

He eyed her from the corner of his eye and sighed out loud. "It wasn't wrong for you to kiss me." He replied, causing her to get confused. "Right and wrong is just a matter of perspective, to you and me, the Assembly trying to kill Historia would be wrong, but to them, it's right, and no, I'm not condoning their actions, it was just an example."

"I see... then, did you think it was wrong of me to kiss you?" She asked. "Because you made it sound like I thought it was right and not you."

"For the past year, I've tried so hard to convince myself that the only reason I kept coming back here was because you offered to keep the Scouts funded." He ignored her question, slightly annoying her. "I've tried so hard to just come here, get the day over with and get on with my job."

"But I just can't seem to do that." He continued on with, not giving her a chance to reply. "When I leave, all I think about is you, I keep trying to deny it, but that doesn't seem to work at all." He let out a dry laugh at that. "When I was young, all I wanted was to have a happy life with people I actually cared for, and when I left the room earlier." He swallowed the lump in his throat. "... I thought I blew it." He whispered, barely loud enough for her to hear.

Taking a moment to process what she thought he said, she swiftly, but gently grabbed his chin and turned him to face her where she pressed her lips onto his once again.

He honestly didn't mind the fact that she was putting her hand under his shirt when they were kissing, it felt... nice, what he did have an issue with though, was when she started trying to take his shirt off, getting it up to his chest before he stopped her.

"Wait." He stopped her, panting heavily because of the kiss that stopped him from breathing.

"What is it?" She asked, face flushed red, panting as heavy as him, with concern written all over her face.

"If we're really going to do this can we..." He paused for a second, considering the best way to put it. "Can we... take it slow, at least to start with?"

She smiled at him when he said that, despite the aura of confidence one would presume that he had, he was probably more nervous than her in this situation.

"That would be alright with me." She nodded at him. "As long as I get to see you often enough."

"Fine, but no one finds out about this." He pleaded. "At least not for a while."

"That's fine." She shrugged. "Now, can we get back to what we were doing?"

"Tch, if you have to ask, it kinda ruins the mood." He scoffed. "Don't ask, just do."

She smirked at him once again, moving close to press her lips up agaibst his once again, still allowing her hands to roam under his shirt, but she was mindful of the boundaries that had been set this time.

(2 days later, Northern Wall Sina)

Two days later at night, Frieda, Lucas and Historia's mother, Alma were all on their way to the farm that Historia had spent her whole life on so that Frieda could bring her to live with the rest of her family, Rod, the fantastic father he is, was nowhere to be seen, which came as no shock to Lucas.

"Lady Reiss." Alma spoke up, sounding quite nervous. "Not to be rude, but does he have to keep looking at me like that?" She asked, referring to the stare Lucas was giving her.

"Don't mind him Alma." Frieda assured her. "It's how he looks at everyone, me included in that list."

With that short conversation over, the rest of the carriage ride was silent for the most part, with Frieda occasionally talking to Alma or Lucas to settle her nerves about the situation they were in. It was concluded by Lucas that Alma was an awful mother, and had told her as such, only to be scolded by Frieda, who defended her for some unknown reason to him.

When the finally arrived it was dark outside, which would have been perfect for anyone to sneak up on them, Lucas observed that he wouldn't be able to see anyone until they were about fifteen feet away from him, so as a precaution, he had his hand on the handle of his gear, which had a blade locked in.

That didn't go unnoticed by Alma, who scurried away from him in response to the other side of Frieda who gave him a glare. "Can you take your hand off your gear Lucas?" She politely asked him.

"No thanks, I'd rather not die because I wasn't prepared for something." He said in response. "If it makes you feel better Alma, I won't use it on you." He said to her, which didn't make her feel any better at all, it just added to her fear and nervousness.

"He won't hurt you Alma." Frieda tried to assure her. "He's just looking out for us." She reaffirmed. "In his own way." She muttered, stepping into the farmhouse with Alma and Lucas behind her.

"You two stay here." Frieda spoke up once they entered the farmhouse. "I'll go find Historia, then we can all leave, okay?"

Alma glanced over at Lucas, then swiftly turned her head away after seeing that he was looking at her and nodded her head at Frieda, who sighed to herself and went to look for Historia.

"If you don't stop looking like you're going to shit yourself every time I look at you, I'm going to drag you to the bathroom so you can shit without staining your clothes." Lucas spoke up after Alma kept looking away after constantly glancing over to him, the fear evident in her eyes.

"What, no response at all?" He sarcastically asked, feigning hurt at the lack of response. "I shouldn't really be surprised, since the only time you talked to your daughter was when you said you wished you had the courage to kill her."

"You couldn't possibly understand!" She hissed at him, getting angered at his comments towards her. "What it's like to live in fear for years because of that mistake-"

"It's not her fault though." Lucas interrupted her. "It's your fault." He corrected her. "It was your decision to fuck about with the Lord of the manor, whether you like it or not, she's your kid, and I don't care what Frieda says, we're not leaving until you apologise to her."

"Apologise for what?" She spat back at him. "That I didn't kill her when I had the chance? That I screwed the wrong man? What is it you want me to possibly apologise for?" She demanded.

"The fact that you haven't guessed it kinda makes me feel sick." Lucas looked at her with his usual dead stare. "You're going to apologise for being a shitty mother, and that you'll try to be better than you were."

"I can't do that!" She protested. "They'll have me killed for having that child! These people are no joke! They'll do anything to keep me quiet!"

"Isn't that why I'm here?" He asked her, not really expecting an answer to that. "In case you hadn't noticed, I'm not a joke either, and these people will have to go through me to get to either of you."

"Why?" She asked in disbelief. "Why would you put yourself on the line for someone's mistress? Someone that can easily be made to disappear?"

"I can be very stubborn when I want to be." He told her. "I had a free ticket to the MP's, but I chose the Scouts because I was too stubborn to change my mind about it, but if I hadn't done that, then you'd probably be dead to be honest."

"Forgive me if I don't believe you." She retorted. "But I've seen too much of human greed up close to take you at your word."

"Whatever." He scoffed. "Just don't come crying thank you when I save your life."

Before anymore words could be said between the two, Frieda re-entered the room with Historia at her side, holding her hand.

"You remember Lucas don't you?" Frieda asked, to which she furiously nodded, while Frieda was her big sister, Lucas was like a big brother to her, he always gave her advice on how to deal with the boys that threw rocks at her, and how best to throw rocks back at them, which Frieda disapproved of for some unknown reason to Lucas.

"Hey pip-squeak." He used the nickname that both Historia and Frieda disliked. "How are you?"

She beamed a smile at him in response as Frieda let go of her hand, taking the chance to give him a hug, with her only coming up to about his stomach, so her arms were wrapped around his waist.

He ruffled her hair in response, knowing that she seemed to like that. "You going to let go pip-squeak? Because I think someone has something to say to you." He glanced over to Alma, who was clearly uncomfortable by what was happening.

"Mother?" Historia asked as she watched her fidget uncomfortably, but this was the first time she hadn't yellad at Historia for just talking to her.

"Historia I-" She cut herself off, but one look at Lucas prompted her to continue. "I- I'm- I'm sorry." She finally managed to get out. "I'm sorry for being a terrible mother to you." She apologised to her, but looking at Lucas she realised she had to say more. "I will try my best to be a better mother to you." She forced herself to say, Lucas could tell she didn't mean it, but he could make her with enough convincing that she wouldn't end up dead because of Historia.

"Let's go." Frieda prompted and grabbed Historia by the hand again. "We can talk about this when we reach your new home, okay Historia?"

"Okay!" She responded, excited that she was going to be able to live with her big sister and her mother now.

Once they were outside and were walking to the carriage, they all noticed that they weren't alone, there were at least ten men and women surrounding them, all dressed in black to blend in with the darkness of the night.

Alma was by far the worst when it came to her reaction, with her screaming in fear and running about, if Lucas hadn't grabbed her arm and forced her to stop, then she definitely would've ran straight into one of the men.

"Your Majesty." One of the men spoke up, he was the tallest and twirled a knife in his hand. "We didn't expect you to be here, to what do we owe this fine pleasure?" He asked, voice laced with sarcasm.

"Kenny." Frieda growled out at him, an obvious dislike towards him. "What are you doing here?" She demanded.

"The Assembly was concerned after what happened at your family chapel a few nights ago." Kenny explained. "But with the fact that you all survived, there's no need for these two to continue on living, right?"

"If you want to kill these two so badly." Lucas drew one of his blades. "Then you'll have to go through me to do so." He threatened Kenny and the rest of them.

"Is this your new pet, your highness?" Kenny sarcastically asked. "I expected more, especially considering he's considered to be humanity's strongest soldier, he looks like a sack of potatoes could break his back." Kenny jested, obviously referring to his rather short stature.

"I see that you've done your research on me." Lucas noted. "But I doubt you've seen me in action, if you come closer, I'd be happy to demonstrate for you." He spoke with a dead tone and no sign of backing down on his face.

"Oh, seems like we've got a fighter here!" Kenny yelled out. "Although it might be fun to see what you're made of boy, I'd rather not die before I can accomplish my dream."

"What does a man like you even dream of?" Lucas asked, making sure that none of the others were going to make a move on Historia or Alma. "Killing kittens and children? Because the only kitten I see here is you."

"Your Majesty." Kenny spoke to Frieda once again, but there was obviously no respect in his tone at all. "Hand over the servant and the girl, before we have to resort to more... extreme measures." He threatened. "These two have brought a stain upon the Reiss family name, and it is our duty to keep that stain from spreading."

"Perhps you didn't hear me earlier old man." Lucas spoke up once again. "You can't have them, you'll have to go through me first."

"Fine." Kenny relented. "You two." He pointed at a male and a female. "Kill him, then bring the servant to me." He ordered.

Alma squealed in terror after Kenny metioned her, knowing that she would most likely end up dead in a few minutes. Lucas on the other hand, remained completely stil as the two approached him, both having knives similar to Kenny's in their hands.

"You could at least make your death entertaining." Kenny spoke up since Lucas hadn't moved yet. "It'd be quite boring to watch humanity's strongest go down without a fight."

The first to make a move was the female, lunging straight at his chest with the knife, Lucas in return swiftly used his left hand to grab her forearm and redirect the strike towards the man who had also moved forward, striking him in the throat as she was unprepared for the strength of his counter.

"What the-" She was cut off as her head snapped to the side with a sickening crunch, and with the fact that Lucas had his hands in her head, it was clear that her neck had been snapped while she was in shock of what she had done.

"Sorry about that." Lucas replied to Kenny once the bodies had hit the floor. "I would have used my swords, but unfortunately for you, I'm not in the entertainment business."

"That much is obvious." Kenny retorted, looking rather displeased about how it went down. "That was rather disappointing, I must say I expected this to be more exciting."

"You don't always get what you want in life." Lucas spat back at him. "You just have to deal with what you're given, even if it's not what you wanted."

"You all need to leave now." Frieda tried to order them. "You've seen what he can do if you try anything, leave now, and he won't do anything more to you." She tried to threaten them with.

"Sorry your Royal Highness." Kenny sarcastically spoke to her once again. "But we can't leave until these two disappear from Lord Reiss' life completely, stains must be cleansed after all."

"You can't have them." Frieda made her stance clear to them, eyes starting to turn purple. "Hurt any of these three, and I'll show you why you should be scared of me."

"Well then it seems that we're stuck at a crossroads." Kenny anounced to them all. "You and your precious boyfriend here are trying to save them, while we need them to disappear, but only one thing can happen, can't it?" He hardened his gaze at Frieda, challenging her to make a firm decision.

"Wait, I have an idea." Lucas announced. "I'll take them back with me to Wall Rose, a new name, a new life, out of your hair, and still alive. How does that sound?" Lucas glared at Kenny, issuing the same challenge he had just issued.

"I kinda hoped that I'd get to kill something tonight." Kenny grumbled out. "Fine." He reluctantly agreed. "As long as they never come back, I can deal with that."

"You won't try to look for them." It was more of an order and not a suggestion.

"Yeah whatever." Kenny shrugged it off. "Come on." He ordered the others. "We're done here."

As he and the others all left, leaving the two bodies behind to be dealt with later, Frieda walked up to Lucas and hugged him tightly. "Thank you." She whispered into his ear.

"It was either that or death." Lucas said nonchalantly as he patted her back awkwardly. "If you would let go, we should leave before they come back."

"Give me a moment with Historia." She requested, getting on her knees and placing her forehead to Historia's, she started whispering to her.

"You'll forget why I was here and who I am to you Historia, but you'll remember that Lucas saved you and Alma, you'll remember that you can always depend on him, you can always trust him, but remember, you should always be kind to people, you'll need friends to help you, this world is full of hardships." With that she released her and walked over to Lucas again.

"Take care of her." Frieda whispered to him, gently leaning to kiss him on the cheek like she had when they first met, and stepped away so they could leave.

"Come on pip-squeak." Lucas encouraged Historia, holding out his hand to her. "We've got to get you a new life."

Historia took his hand and glanced over to her mother who was reluctantly following them, but she thought she could see another women in the darkness, but when she blinked, she couldn't see her anymore and dismissed it completely, Lucas had saved her and he was going to help her get a new life.

(Scouts HQ, Wall Rose)

"Berner!" Lucas called out as he spotted the crazy lady's assistant, but Moblit was shocked, Lucas had been presumed dead after he failed to show up after Wall Maria had fallen.

"Corporal!" Moblit exclaimed. "You're alive!"

"Of course I am, I'm here, aren't I?" He asked sarcastically, not expecting an answer out of the man. "Where is Erwin's office? I need to talk to him." He sounded serious, a rare occurrence since he was usually sarcastic most of the time.

"You never turned up after Shiganshina fell." Moblit frantically spoke to him. "We presumed that you were dead, Erwin gave a speech about you yesterday."

"What do you mean?" Lucas asked in confusion. "I was... that bastard." Lucas swore. "I should've known he'd rather harass maids than send a letter." He growled out.

"What are you talking about Corporal?" Moblit asked, confused about what he was talking about. "Where were you exactly?"

"Doesn't matter." Lucas dismissed it. "Where is Erwin's office?" He practically demanded.

"It's up the stairs and at the end of the corridor." Moblit replied, but then remembered something important. "You should know, Erwin already..." He trailed off as Lucas had already ran away from him. "Gave Levi your rank." He finished off, despite the fact he was already gone.

Lucas easily found Erwin's office, it had Commander written on the door, ignoring all formalities, he swung the door open without knocking and walked in to Erwin doing paperwork.

Erwin usually kept a calm face on most of the time, rarely giving away any hint of emotion, but he couldn't keep the shock off his face at the presumed dead Lucas Ackerman walking through his door five days after Wall Maria had fallen, three days after he was presumed dead.

"Lucas, you're-"

"Shut up and listen Erwin." Lucas demanded of him, reaching into his pocket and handing him a portrait. "I wasn't sure if I should show you this, but I don't think I have a choice anymore." Lucas said to him. "I'm going to get Mike and Hange, you get anyone you trust to keep completely quiet about this." He said, leaving the room before Erwin had a chance to get a word in.

Erwin examined the portrait, it was far too detailed to be hand drawn, so he flipped it over to see if there was anything on the back, and when he read it, his eyes nearly bulged out of his head.

"If this is true..." Erwin trailed off, a smile gracing his lips for a second before standing up from his desk, going off to find Levi before he could begin to speculate anything else.

A/N- So Lucas and Frieda, interesting dynamic there. A non-sinner and the Queen of the Walls, I do wonder how that'll develop, especially since her family seems to dislike him and vice-versa. Historia and Alma though, both being saved by Lucas, but Alma stil seems like she despises her, but that was probably because she thought she would be killed because of her, and now she and Historia live a new life in Wall Rose. But now Erwin knows the truth, and Mike, Hange and probably Levi will be let in on the truth as well. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed!