Marley City was the Capital of Marley, it was located to the South West, at the north of the horn of the continental mainland. It was a port city, the largest in the whole nation of Marley, meaning that trade was always coming and going. Billions in cargo passed through each week, and trillions each year, which helped sustain the huge global economy that Marley had created as a colonial and conquering nation.

The city was always busy, it never seemed to sleep. The lights were always on, the factories worked day and night to produce the materials and weapons needed for the war. The steel industry at the moment was booming, the demand for raw materials was sky high right now, which meant there was a fortune to be made for those in the weapon making business.

Though for one Lukas Tybur, he only tended to visit the Capital when he needed to. He had been to the Hizuru Embassy numerous times in the past year since his plan had been set into motion when he returned. The recent survey ships that Marley had sent to Paradis had went missing, and while he hadn't heard anything back from Yelena and the Anti-Marley Volunteers, he had great reason to think they were successful.

The people of Paradis knew that he would send messages across eventually, and they should've managed to kill the Titans inside Wall Maria by now, it should've been done months ago in fact. With any luck, Erwin had survived the Titan charge that Zeke had ordered upon them, otherwise it would likely be Hange that took over the Scouts. Either way, the both of them weren't stupid enough to kill anyone that tried to scout the island.

Lukas never really was one for crowded cities or people in general. He was always more of an introvert as a child, and the years spent trying to distance himself from others on the Island really shaped him into who he was today. He just felt the annoyance that others could bring upon him, deciding that in the end, most people weren't worth the trouble in a casual sense.

That's why he hadn't really bothered trying to reconnect with any of his friends from school when he was younger. He had dropped out yo train with the other warriors, and after years of silence, he presumed they thought he wanted nothing to do with them. The story that had been told was that he was being homeschooled rather than private schooling for the past six years, though anyone from Liberio would know that probably wasn't the case if they had seen the warriors training in any of the open sessions they had held for parents to see how their children were getting on.

The only advantage was that nobody who had watched or seen him training with the warriors knew who he was, which was why he was keen to avoid going back to Liberio if at all possible. He wasn't a little kid when he was training, he was a teenager, and he looked very similar to how he did back then, so he didn't want to be recognised and rumours beginning to spread within the Eldian or Marleyan population about how the War Hammer Titan was. There was already enough speculation in the papers as is, he didn't need them to have a specific target to follow when he went outside the house.

Though for now, the identity of the War Hammer remained hidden from the public, which was one positive to come from the shit show that was the Odiha Invasion and the subsequent battles he'd personally been involved in. Which was great for him, because the Mid-East had either realised they needed Paradis and their Iceburst Stone to stand a chance, or they were just really stupid. Either way, they were continuing to fight the war, which was great.

Now, as to why he was in Marley City. He'd been invited to a local cafe by someone. He didn't know who exactly, because he'd found a note in his pocket about a week ago when he last visited the Hizuru Embassy. He had a good idea who it might've been, but he wasn't sure, it could've been anyone inside the Embassy that day.

Café de la paix, or Café of peace if translated into Eldian. Rather ironic considering the nature of Marley as a nation, but nonetheless, it still had that air of peace around it. Although it was far more of a restaurant than a cafe on the interior. It was far larger than any of the regular cafe's that he would go and get either tea, or coffee that he'd started to drink recently.

The furnishing of the restaurant was exquisite, a dark red carped adorned the floor as he entered the building, the walls stacked with paintings of flowers, the still ocean and the sunset. Directly across from the front door was the bar, with the bartender wearing a sharp waistcoat as he polished a glass in one hand. To his left were tables and chairs, along with the kitchen and staff that were hard at work.

The building was filled with people, the air thick with the smoke of cigarettes and cigars, but there was one glaringly obvious omission from the premises. The lack of a single Eldian armband, not even an honorary Marleyan anywhere in sight. It vexed him to no end, none of these people knew anything about Eldians, all they believed was the story of Ymir Fritz making a deal with the Earth Devil.

To his right were the booths, where there was a significantly less clouded with smoke, and in the booth in the very back was an Asian woman, and when she took her sunglasses off when he made eye contact, it was fairly obvious who had slipped him the note.

"Not only do you have the gall to slip a message to me telling me to meet you after what you did." He spoke as he sat across from her, the leather being very comfortable. "But you go and drag some poor bastards baby along with you." He gestured to the pram parked next to the booth, which had a small child seated inside.

"This wasn't an easy decision I made you know. The Ambassador is very careful in regards to who can and can't wander around the city freely." Tifa, who now had her long hair tied up into two large buns either side of her head, with the front of her hair parted, with the left side pushed back to her ears while the right was almost hanging over her eye. "She doesn't want anyone in the loop being caught or kidnapped by an enemy nation, especially when the world is in a state of war."

"Understandable, but you've obviously seen the need to come and meet me of all people, which means you need my help." He pointed out. "Am I on the right track?"

"Well, kind of." She didn't look calm at all, in fact, she looked very paranoid, constantly checking over his shoulder, which was making him paranoid as a result. What had she done. "It's not your help I need, but more just you being here is what I needed."

What she had said didn't help his growing paranoia at all, in fact, it increased it so much that his right hand moved from atop the table and down to his ankle that he had lifted up very discreetly, tracing the blade of the hidden knife until he drew blood.

"My interest has definitely piqued." He spoke as he touched the bloody finger to his palm, keeping the blood from dripping anywhere. "Why'd you need me? For what purpose have you gone to such extreme lengths to set up this secret meeting?"

"The Ambassador told me that I shouldn't bother trying to contact you, in fact, she outright forbid me from doing it." The dark haired woman told him. "She's very protective of her family, especially when it comes to children."

"What, so you're related to Ambassador Kiyomi?" He asked the question. "How old are you exactly?"

"I'm twenty four, I was twenty three when we first met over a year ago." Tifa informed him. "The Ambassador is my aunt, she's my mothers sister. It's why I was chosen to work at the Embassy as an agent for them."

"Aunt Kiyomi send you out to seduce high ranking officials often? Or was that reserved just for me?" His question was sarcastic, but it didn't get the reaction he quite expected out of her.

"No, I had pills in my purse that I was supposed to give to you." She looked surprisingly somber considering he'd just insinuated that her Aunt whored her out to get valuable information. "I didn't give them to you because nobody had ever looked at me the way you had that night. I let myself become distracted and wanted to indulge myself for once and it... it wasn't the best idea I've ever had."

"Are you trying to apologise?" He asked, rather confused as to what she was getting at, though he kept his wound open for the time being, just in case. "If you're trying to apologise, don't bother. You did what you had to do, I don't blame you for that. I used to be like you, only I've done a lot worse things for information."

"I know, you carried yourself like I do, always looking over your shoulder, always keeping an eye on your surroundings. It's one of the reasons why I didn't give you the pills." Tifa informed him. "You and I are the same. We're both spy's doing the bidding of a higher power. I knew you knew what I was, and I should've just left it, but I could see the pain you were in and I sympathised with you."

"Stop, just stop." He raised his left hand to stop her from speaking. "You don't know anything about me or what I do. Stop trying to get inside my head or whatever it is that you're trying to do. You are the niece of one of my allies, which is the only reason I haven't walked away yet. You either start talking, or I will walk out of here."

"Hold on, you deserve to know before you leave." Tifa stopped him from getting up and leaving, shuffling over to the end of the booth and reaching into the pram, picking up the child that was wrapped up in a light pink blanket. "Remember that night we first met? Nine months later, I gave birth to her. The Ambassador didn't want you to know, but I didn't think that was right. That's why we're here, so you can meet your daughter."

His jaw dropped, he was stunned into silence for once. He didn't quite know how to respond to that. Was this even possible? Once over the initial shock of what she'd told him, he cast his mind back to that night over a year ago.

Tifa laid on her side, her skin tight purple dress hiked up to her waist, her left leg flat on the bed while her right leg was straight up, running parallel and rested on the bare chest of Lukas, who was kneeling over her left leg which ran between his legs, his hips bucking forwards as hips continued to slap against the skin of Tifa's ass and thighs.

The two of them grunted and moaned in perfect sync, with each thrust deep inside her tight and wet hole came a grunt from Lukas, while every time he slid his cock inside and spread her insides apart again and again came a moan from Tifa. It certainly didn't help that they had both cum multiple times already, they were both sensitive, but the pleasure was irresistible to both of them, so they continued until he fulfilled his promise of making her legs unable to walk her home the next morning.

He leaned forward suddenly, stretching her leg back even more, pressing his weight into her thigh as he continued to fuck her, this time his free hand that wasn't deep in the flesh of a thigh came to find her clit, brushing the surface of the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Oh god!" Tifa's back arched when he started rubbing her down there. "N-No... it's too sensitive." She tried to pry his wandering hands away from her with a pleading look in her eye, to which he responded by swatting her hands away with his free one.

"Don't fight it." He breathed as he continued to thrust, but her hand gripped his wrist tight, a sign that she was about to lose it once more.

"Lukas..."Tifa gasped out his name. "I-I'm so close..." She continued to moan as he leaned further over her. "P-Please... It's so sensitive there..."

Tifa's eyes rolled as she shuddered through her fourth orgasm of the night, mouth agape as she shrieked as she came. Though he was quick to silence her with his own lips as he came deep inside her yet again, a torrential amount of semen filling her up as they held position, him bottomed out inside of her as he pulsed continuously inside of her.

Once their moans became silent, he rolled her onto her back, still hovering over her, peppering her cheek and neck with small kisses and flicks of his tongue. "You want to keep going?" He whispered in her ear.

Brushing her cheek up against his own, her own lips tantalisingly close to his own ear. "My legs aren't sore enough to stop me from walking yet."

Okay, so maybe it was entirely possible, scratch that, it was very probable that if this child was hers, that it was most definitely his. This wasn't part of his plan. He had every detail worked out to the last spec of dirt when he made that deal with Ymir Fritz when he went back the paths all that time ago. Having a child with a spy from an enemy nation was most definitely not part of this plan of his.

To be sure, he leaned over the table of the booth, climbing over the top of it as it was slightly quicker than going around. "Let me see her left hand. That'll tell me if you're telling the truth."

"Why?" Tifa instinctively held her child closer seeing him climbing over the table like that. "Can't you just stand up and come around?"

"Each Tybur, from generation to generation has a birthmark on the inside of our left ring fingers." He hadn't stopped leaning over the table, but he had shown her the mark, a slightly whiter patch of skin that had a perfect letter T imprinted on their. "Apparently the family asked the King of Eldia at the time to change the genetic composition of our family so that there would be no doubt over who was a Tybur and who wasn't. I have it, my mother has it, my cousins have it. Everyone in my family does."

Despite the fact she was concerned a fully grown man had decided to mount the table instead of walking around it, she loosened the blanket wrapped around her child, carefully taking out her left hand as to not wake her and moving the fingers apart to reveal on the inside of her left ring finger, was a white and perfect T.

"Shit..." He leaned back and climbed off the table and back into his seat, a frustrated hand going to pull at his hair for a moment. "I was hoping you were lying to be honest, but there's no way you could've known that. I need to think..."

"This is so fucked." He thought to himself as he rubbed his temples. "What an idiot I am. I should've used a condom. Stupid fucking memories." He cursed the memories that made him act rashly. "And the drink. I'm never touching alcohol again after this." It was a good idea that, he'd known for years that drinking made his libido rise a lot, that's why he generally tried to avoid the stuff, but this was the last straw.

"I'm sorry for springing this on you at such short notice." Tifa spoke up to get him out of his thoughts for the moment. "It wouldn't have felt right for you not to know like the Ambassador wanted."

Lukas let out a long sigh, telling himself to get a grip on the inside. "What's her name?"

"Her name is Hana." Tifa informed him. "In Hizuru, it means flower. She's so precious like this, and I know she'll be so beautiful when she grows up."

"... It's not to late to change her name you know."

"I'm not changing her name just for your sake." Tifa had taken an aggressive tone with him now.

"I was being sarcastic, relax." He said to take the edge off her a little. "Hana Tybur, sounds a little strange, but I think it'll stick."

"Her name is Hana Azumabito." Tifa corrected him with a glare. "I have to return to the Embassy with her soon. This was a courtesy from me."

"So you thought you would tell me that you had my child, then return home like nothing had happened?" Lukas now lifted his finger onto the table, the small cut still leaking blood, his palm stained a light red colour from all the rubbing he'd been doing. "That's not going to happen. She is a Tybur, and she will be coming back with me."

"I already told you, we have to go back." She nodded over his shoulder, which made him look, where there were two men, both tall. Asian, and wearing dark suits. They stood with their hands clasped together in front of them, ready to jump into action at a moment's notice. "They found me faster than I anticipated. I'm sorry, but this is the way it is."

"Okay, I've had enough of this." He reached over to her side of the table, where the fork laid on the table. He took a hold of it and stabbed himself in the other palm with it, leaving it sticking in there while the blood began to drip.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Tifa stood up and attempted to hold Hana closer to her to keep her safe.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm kidnapping you both." He stood up and grabbed her by the bicep, leading her along to the bathroom across from their booth while holding his palm out to the two men. "I hope they know who I am, otherwise I just looked ridiculous back there." He said as he closed the bathroom door behind them.

"What is wrong with you?" Tifa asked as he pulled the fork out his hand, letting it clatter to the marble floor of the pristine bathroom. "They'll go straight to Kiyomi about this. She'll have called your uncle before we get out the door."

"Door?" He looked at Tifa as he approached, making her back up against the wall. "We're not using the goddamn door."

The whole restaurant shook with the explosion that came from the bathroom, the windows cracking and shattering from the sudden vibrations. The two Embassy agents burst into the bathroom, pistols drawn, ready to engage. What they found however, was a dead Titan arm that had went straight through the wall and into the alley outside of the building. The stalls had been crushed, and the blood of an unlucky customer was spilling onto the floor.

The sound car tyres squealing could be heard before it sped off, nothing the two men could do about it now.

"Let's head back to the Embassy." One spoke to the other. "The Ambassador will not be happy with our failure. I hope you are prepared for the Seppuku, brother."

(Tybur Residence)

Willy Tybur was currently giving a tour of the house, or mansion as some would put it, that they lived in to a young woman while Lukas was out doing whatever it was he did. He didn't mean to be overbearing as an uncle, but there was still some traditions that needed to be fulfilled before he passed on his Titan powers in four years time.

One of those traditions was marriage, followed by the birth of at least one heir to continue the family name and to pass down the burdens that they all carried as the only Eldian family with full Marleyan citizenship. While he didn't want to force Lukas into a marriage that he wanted no part of, he had been leaving plenty of hints that it would be coming up soon, with the replacement of his bed for a much larger one being the largest one of all.

The woman he was currently leading around the house to get her acquainted with her potential new surroundings was around Lukas' age at twenty two years old. She had soft brown hair in segmented bangs that framed her beautiful face, and traveled down past her shoulders with a pink ribbon to tie it up, with shining emerald green eyes that could light up a room if she tried.

She wore a shin length pink dress that buttons up the front, with a red bolero jacket over the top of her dress. She had a number of metal bracelets on her wrists, with a leather necklace tied in place around her throat, with a pair of brown boots on her feet, something uncommon with women, but Willy liked her style, it was so much more in your face rather than what some women usually wore.

As for her occupation, she was a florist, or rather, a flower peddler, because she didn't actually own a shop, she would take a basket of flowers around her home in Acirfa and sell the flowers to passing strangers.

Though her most pronounced trait had nothing to do with her physical appearance, it had to do with something she was wearing. On her left arm, wrapped around her dainty bicep was a yellow armband with the nine pointed star of Eldia. Her home was the internment zone in Acirfa, where she'd peddle flowers to her fellow Eldian's in an effort to brighten up their day.

In her right hand, she carried a basket of flowers with her. She knew that Willy had invited her here on the basis that Lukas wasn't going to be here, but secretly she hoped she'd be able to meet him when he wasn't expecting it. That way she'd be able to get a much better read on him if he was caught off guard.

"I do hope this arrangement is to your liking." Willy spoke up as they walked along the corridor on the second floor.

"Well, it's not exactly orthodox." Aerith held a finger on her free hand up to her chin in thought. "Then there's the fact that I haven't actually met the man I'm supposed to be marrying yet." She pointed out.

"Yes, I know that, but Lukas has had a very difficult few years in his life." Willy informed the young woman. "He's been hurt and felt more pain than any of us could imagine. He's had trouble opening up about it."

"Oh, what happened to him?" She couldn't help but ask, even if it was probably a little rude to do so.

"You would have to ask him that when you get the chance. It's not my place to tell." Willy suggested. "I do believe he has spoken to his cousin Fine about it though, so there is a chance he would tell you eventually."

"Well that's good for him." Aerith became a little more upbeat after hearing about that, though both her and Willy stopped when the screeching of tyres grinding to a halt outside the building, both of them stepping to the nearest window to look outside into the driveway.

"Looks like he's back earlier than I expected." Willy noted as the car's engine turned off, making sure to make a note to speak to Williams about his habit of braking like that.

"I assume that's Lukas." Aerith got a good look at who she presumed was Lukas, he was tall, handsome, and had a bit of a baby face with the lack of hair. "Who's the woman with the baby though?"

"That's..." Willy tried to place her, a finger under his chin for a moment. "That's the Hizuru Ambassador's niece I believe. I've met her once I think in the Embassy. Why's she here though?" He thought aloud. "Oh..." He finally realised why he was escorting a woman with a baby into the premises. "Maybe it's best you left for now Aerith, I'm not sure he would want to meet you like this."

"Actually, I think I'd like to meet him now." Aerith responded with. "You don't have to tell him why I'm here, but I'd like to at least meet him, and give him a flower."

"Well, I suppose that wouldn't be out with the regions of reason." Willy didn't think it was a great idea, but he didn't particularly think that it was his place to force her put if she wanted to meet with him. "This way if you will." He then escorted Aerith through the second floor of the house, down the stairs of the main lobby and through a set of doors that led to the kitchen, where he was able to ask one of the maids where Lukas had gone.

As it turned out, he'd gone straight up to the second floor through the library of the house with the woman he'd brought with him, unintentionally avoiding both his uncle and bride to be.

When they did eventually find where he had gone, which was his room coincidentally enough, the two of them heard a very loud crash coming from inside, and Willy didn't waste a second rushing in, fearing the worst had happened.

What had transpired though, was that he was in the room with the Ambassador's niece, who was sat on the chair in the corner, the baby held close to her, while Lukas was at the telephone next to his bed, except his fist had smashed right through the phone and the top of the bedside table.

His hand was pouring blood, with several bones broken and bent out of place from the impact. "What happened?" Willy was quick to ask.

"Shit..." Lukas thought to himself, why'd he have to be here now. "The Mid-East Alliance just agreed to a three week ceasefire to negotiate terms of surrender with Marley."

"But... that's a good thing surely?" Willy questioned him. "The war being stopped is surely a good thing."

"Yeah... but... it doesn't matter." He shook his head, then noticing the woman behind Willy. "Who's she?"

"Hello." Aerith waved as she stepped out from behind Willy, not missing the way Lukas hid his broken hand behind him. "My name is Aerith Gainsborough. I'm a florist from the Acirfa Internment Zone."

"Right, well it's nice to meet you." He nodded at her, he would've offered a handshake, but his hand was broken, or at least it was supposed to be to her. "Is she the new gardener or something?"

Instead of answering, Aerith began digging around in her basket for a flower to give to him, eventually settling on a golden yellow flower to give to him. "Here, have a flower." She offered it to him. "Lovers used to give these when they were reunited." She held the flower out expectantly until he relented and took it.

"Is this funny to you?" Lukas asked his uncle, who had a hand covering the laugh he was holding in seeing his nephew's face so confused.

"No, no, not at all." Willy had regained his composure now. "It's just how confused you looked."

"Right... so who are you again?" His question was directed at Aerith this time.

"I'm Aerith." She introduced herself once again. "I'm a florist from..."

"I understood that part, we do speak the same language you know." His dry and sarcastic response didn't go unnoticed. "I meant why are you here."

"Ah, right, that... well..." She looked over her shoulder at Willy.

"Don't look at him." Lukas dragged her attention back to him. "Answer the question honestly, and I'll have a lot more respect for you."

"Well, I'm..." She wasn't sure if she should say it now.

"Spit it out."

"Your uncle wants me to be your wife."

A/N - Marley City - Lagos