The Princess

854

Night – Historia's Personal Cottage

Historia is resting after a hard labor with her newborn baby in her arms, when a military aide suddenly enters her room.

Military chief: Your majesty… The rumbling has stopped. Eren Yeager is dead. And we have reports that indicate the wall-titans have completely disappeared. There are preliminary reports that suggest the power of the titans has disappeared.

Historia is deep in thought: Thank you chief… can you please leave me for now? I'm quite tired. I have left the prime minister in charge of all government affairs while I recover.

Chief: Yes your majesty.

Historia looks at her baby: It seems our plan worked. Sorry your birth had to come on a day such as this. But I guess it's fitting… you are just another victim of your wicked mother little one… like everyone who cares about me… you are now also linked to death…

I promise you… you will have the life you deserve… Ymir.

858

Mitras – The Royal Palace

Ymir is 4 years old. Historia brought her to her offices as her father had fallen ill and could not take care of her. Historia tried to be with her as much as she could, but not as much as she wanted, due to her tight schedule.

Ymir's father did not complain and completely understood, but Historia still felt guilty about her absence. She pampered Ymir as much as she could when she was with her and showered her with affection. Ymir very much enjoyed this… and got very angry and jealous when she had to leave her.

Historia did not really know how to be a mother to Ymir… so she mostly tried to please her as much as she wanted.

Ymir is inspecting Historia's palace quarters while her mother is being prepared for a meeting.

Ymir notices that in the wall behind her mother's desk there is a framed letter… and there is a special wall in the room, greatly decorated, with a painting of a woman in the center.

Ymir: Mommy… who is that woman? The one in the painting?

Historia gets a bit nervous and asks her aides to leave the room.

Historia: Ymir come here. Sit with me.

Ymir sits in her lap

Historia: That woman there… is one of the most important persons I have ever met… her name was Ymir.

Ymir surprised: Like me!

Historia: Yes my baby, you were named after her. She is very important to me. She made me who I am today. She was very smart and a bit rude… like you!

Ymir: Oh so that's why you scold me all the time!

Historia laughs: Yes I guess that's my fault. But I'm proud to have given you her name. You will have an invincible spirit… and you will always be able to held your head high…

Some months later…

A few days later of Sasha's birth, Historia brought Ymir to meet the baby. Ymir was quite annoyed because her mother had not been paying attention as much as she did before…

Historia excited: MIKASA! I brought Ymir to meet baby Sasha. Come dear

Ymir enters Mikasa's bedroom with an annoyed face: Good day lady Mikasa. Congratulations on your baby.

Mikasa smiles: You don't need to be so formal princess. It's just me. Come.

Ymir approaches Mikasa, who is sitting in her bed, with Sasha in her arms.

Mikasa: This is Sasha. I want you to be friends with her when she is a little older. Can you do that?

Ymir is curiously looking at Sasha: What's that on her cheeks? Did she get scratched by a cat?

Historia outraged: YMIR! How can you say something like that?!

Mikasa laughs: That's ok. These are birthmarks dear. It's like the freckles you have on your face.

Ymir: Hmm she looks funny… but she is a pretty baby… I guess.

Mikasa caresses her face: You sure remember me of somebody dear.

Historia is ashamed of Ymir's behavior: I can't believe you Ymir…

862 – Historia's Personal Cottage

Ymir is 8 years old. She spends most of her time at her home. She is home-schooled and under the watch of her father and the cottage's staff. Historia leaves sometimes for weeks at a time. This has made Ymir feel very lonely and resentful.

Historia: Ymir! What have you done now?!

Ymir puckering her lips: Nothing…

Historia: Don't give me that face… you threw an ink bottle at your teacher!

Ymir rolls her eyes: I was bored…

Historia: You can't keep doing this! You know how upset your father gets!

Ymir whispering: If only you cared as well…

Historia concerned: What? What… did you say?

Ymir: Nothing.

Historia is saddened… and feels very guilty.

As a way to make up for time, Historia had given Ymir a room full of dolls, an immense collection of dresses, shoes, necklaces, earrings, picture books and pets. Ymir loved the attention she received at her home, but still felt like there was a gap inside of her that could not be filled by things… even if she didn't really understand what was it that she was feeling. That irritated her… and as a result she frequently snapped at her father and her caretakers.

Ymir, once a month, was part of a gathering of the offspring of all the nobles of Paradis, with her as the center of attention. She loved all the gifts and complements she received, but at the end of the dayz she always felt much lonelier than before… she noticed that almost all of the children had friends… real friends… meanwhile she did not…

The only times Ymir did not feel lonely… was when she was with her mother… and when she was with Mikasa and Sasha. Although Sasha was 4 years younger… she felt very happy to see how excited she got every time she and her mother came to visit them…

865 – Mitras – Military Hospital

Ymir's father suddenly fell seriously ill with an unknown illness. For some years he had episodes in which he was bedridden for days with severe pain in his abdomen that went away eventually… except this time. Historia kept by his side all the time, meanwhile Ymir, an 11 years old, was feeling devastated.

Ymir sitting in the waiting room by herself: Why? Why did this happen? Why him?

Ymir starts to cry: Is this my fault? Did I brought this to him because I concerned him so much?

Why couldn't be me that got sick? All he did was being the best father and husband… he is so caring… then why? I deserve it more…

Ymir notices medics running towards his father's room.

After some minutes, Historia comes out of the room, with tears in her eyes. She approaches Ymir. She already knows…

Historia sits by her and they hug. Ymir cries unconsolably. Historia just hugs and kiss her in silence.

After that moment, Ymir became more isolated and bad tempered… she couldn't understand how the world could be so unjust that a wicked girl like her got to live in luxury… while her father, a humble loving man had to endure an agonizing death…

She decided then… to do her duty as princess… but not as herself… she would keep Ymir to herself and to whom she decided to reveal herself to. She would put up a face to the public, she would be as others wanted her to be… a true princess…

869

Ymir is 15 years old. As part of her preparation as a princess and future queen, she had to accompany her mother on public events and some official meetings. She enjoyed the attention, she felt very proud of her looks. She liked to notice the glances young men gave her at the public events.

She was taller than her mother. Her hair was very long, reaching her waist; she prepared a new hairstyle every day, preferring to arrange it herself. She loved to dress elegantly in elaborate dresses. She was as pretty as her mother, almost her exactly like her, except for her eyes, they were brown. She had freckles in her face, she liked how it looked on her. She had a slender, very feminine and voluptuous figure, she felt very proud of this and liked to take care of her body.

Ymir enjoyed reading poetry and literature books, but no so much the military and political strategies she had to study for her lessons. She was not very interested in her role as a princess, but still felt compelled to do her duty. She still felt very lonely… even more so now that Sasha was still a child, while she was a teenager… with different feelings and desires that she did not understand.

870 – Stohess

Historia and Ymir were accompanying Mikasa and Sasha in one of her supervised visits, as they had an official public gathering earlier that day. The city was closed to the public so Sasha could visit it under heavy guard.

At the end of the day, Sasha and Ymir were allowed to take a stroll on the outskirts of the city under surveillance.

Sasha: So Ymir… how is it to be almost an adult?

Ymir: Like nothing at all. It's all still the same as always.

Sasha: Must be boring. And very annoying.

Ymir: Yes. It is. I want to meet more people! Not just those nobles assholes… sorry.

Sasha: Oh don't worry I curse very well now! Hitch taught me ALL the words and combinations.

Ymir: Really? Well that's a relief! I can finally talk to you like we used to…

Sasha puts her arm on Ymir shoulders: Sure thing princess! You can talk to me about all the boys you hooked up with!

Ymir gets red: What the hell Sasha! You are disturbing me…

Sasha: HAHAHA! You know you want too naughty girl. Like I didn't notice your lusty glances when you are with your mom at those speeches. Just who are you looking at huh?

Ymir pushes Sasha: SHUT UP! I do not do that!

Sasha: It's fine Ymir! You will get no judgment from me! I'm actually a little jealous of you, you are so good looking… meanwhile I have these things in my face.

Ymir: I think they look cute on you Sasha… anyway it's not like my looks amount to something… I've never had a boyfriend… I don't think I've ever touched a man that is not a staff member or a teacher… laugh if you want.

Sasha: How come?

Ymir: I don't know… the noble boys are very polite with me… but don't really approach me… I guess they are scared because I'm the princess…

Sasha: Hmmm yeah… besides you can be very arrogant you know? No wonder nobody wants to be near you.

Ymir angry: Well THANKS FOR THAT. I'm never opening my heart to you again.

Sasha: Oh come on I'm just kidding… but seriously you can be pretty repelling sometimes.

Ymir pissed: You are such a little devil Sasha!

Sasha deviously: And you a spoiled little princess!

Ymir and Sasha look at each other intensely… and start to laugh hysterically after a few moments.

They hold hands as they walk back to the city.