Historia placed down a document on her desk with a sigh. The second wave of Eldian migration wasn't as successful as the first one and that could potentially put their plan at risk. And all of it was because her monster of a sister simply wouldn't comply with the orders.
The blonde tapped her fingers on the table, thinking about her options. She could take Frieda's power and try figuring it out on her own. It wouldn't be too hard. Most of the nobles and officials seemed satiated with all the benefits and privileges they got by agreeing to her rule. Nobody within the military would realistically oppose that idea, since the scouts themselves were the very people responsible for deposing the fallen queen.
Yet, something didn't feel quite right. What if somehow, Frieda herself botched the process? What if Historia ended up unable to fully use the power of the coordinate? Even the optimistic notion that the previous holder wouldn't give her a hard time, didn't really sound convincing.
Historia would have to learn all by herself, how to utilize the coordinate. Frieda made it look like it was something extremely easy, but the younger sister was sure that it couldn't possibly be like this. It took many years for the fallen queen to finally be capable of extending her power to Eldians all over the world. And time was something they didn't really have…
Had it been wrong for them to have got rid of Frieda?
"Uhm…"
The blonde monarch looked up from the table. Within the open doors, stood Ymir.
"What is it?" Historia asked calmly.
Gone were the days, when she regarded the freckled female with a dose of animosity. Sure, she envied all of the free time which the other girl happily spent with Eren, yet Historia never really blamed her for that. Her beloved's heart was simply too great to hoard love for a single woman, after all.
"Got some problems with Frieda…?" Ymir hesitantly asked.
The blonde monarch already knew that she wouldn't like this conversation.
"Yeah, she's been stalling our agenda regarding the continent, quite a lot as of recently. I was wondering…"
"You know exactly why that is" Ymir interjected.
Historia glared at the freckled female.
"And what would that be?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.
"She's ineffective, because she's suffering" the other woman explained "and that is, because you took away her only…"
"I don't want to hear it" Historia exclaimed, raising her hand.
She didn't hate Ymir for bringing that up. Eren suggested something similar a while ago and in reality, it sounded like a good argument. But the very thought of her beloved spending time with the very person who hurt him the most and bonding with her over a common interest…
"I don't care about my sister" the blonde monarch spoke slowly "either she does what I say, or she dies. I'm not going to shed a single tear over her fate."
The freckled female just stared at her. As the silence prolonged, Historia grew restless.
"She brought it upon herself…"
"Just talk to Eren" Ymir responded, before turning around "he misses you too."
As Historia watched the other female walk away and close the door to the office, cogs started turning inside her head.
During the past year, she barely ever talked to her beloved. The only real discussion they had, was when he protested taking away the little Annika from her mother…
Suddenly, Historia stood up. She has already decided. It was high time she had visited Eren.
Trip to the farm wasn't that long and shortly after sunset, the blonde was standing in front of the cottage.
Right before she pulled on the doorknob, Historia took a deep breath. It could get difficult at any given time, considering all that has happened between them so far.
At last, she entered the house, that she once inhabited. Spending so much time in the palace, even though a great part of the building had to be rebuilt, made her forget how simple it used to be. Now that she looked at the wooden walls and small windows within the cottage, a few memories ran through her mind.
Suddenly, she heard a cry from the adjacent room.
Slowly, she walked towards the sound. As she entered the room, she noticed a crib, near to the opposite wall.
Here was the child in question. Little Annika, who was brought into this world, because of a crime that her mother had committed.
Historia approached the crib. On its bottom, a small, green-eyed, dark-haired girl was crying.
"Please, don't…" the blonde spoke, picking up the infant.
For a moment, Annika stopped to look Historia in the face.
She was adorable, that much the queen had to admit. The girl's big eyes watched her with wariness, as if to assert if she was a threat or not. One small hand clutched her thumb, probably absentmindedly.
Then, the infant burst into tears, once again.
"No, no, no…" Historia exclaimed, nervously rocking the girl in her arms "I'm sorry…"
"Historia?"
The blonde in question turned abruptly to see Eren.
The boy of her dreams didn't look his best, right now. The usually rogue and wild young man looked just as tired with life as a fifty-year-old. The bags under his eyes, the dishevelled state of his outgrown hair, his ragged clothes… He truly looked like someone who went through way too much.
"Eren…" she exclaimed softly.
However, before she could say anything, the boy hastily snatched the crying girl out of her arms.
"There, there…" he whispered, before planting a kiss on his daughter's forehead "daddy's here…"
Slowly, the crying subsided, and little Annika relaxed more. The girl weakly turned her head to look at the dumbfounded form of Historia.
"She's sometimes like this with strangers, don't worry…" Eren explained, looking the blonde in the eyes.
Looking at him, seemed a bit odd. It was as if he was taking part in something that she wasn't really an actor of. As if he, along with his daughter, belonged to a different world, than Historia herself…
"Eren, I'm sorry for not being here more often…"
"It's alright."
The blonde looked the boy in the eyes. Slowly, he walked over to the crib and placed his daughter inside.
"You have a lot on your plate already, I get that" he said, as he faced her "it's good to see you…"
"Oh, Eren…"
Before she could control herself, she enveloped the young man in a hug. Frustration had been building up within her for a long time and she was sure, that he had missed her too.
"It's good to see you, too…" Historia whispered, burying her face in his neck.
As the two young adults hugged, the atmosphere seemed to soften.
Suddenly, the blonde felt herself lift off, as Eren picked her up. Going along, she placed her hands around his neck.
Slowly they headed towards a small bed, stationed within the room.
As they made out on the mattress, it seemed as if all the worries were disappearing. Feeling his lips on hers, had a soothing effect on her mind, as all troubles, regarding the plan and Frieda had been put away, for the very moment.
As his strong arms were caressing her soft back, she felt her gown fall down her shoulders. Historia wore it specifically for this occasion and she didn't regret it one bit. After placing her hands on the hem of his shirt, the blonde intensified the kiss, by pulling him closer.
For a single moment, it felt like true bliss…
Then, a cry was heard, all around the room.
Quickly, Eren jumped on his feet and buttoned up his shirt. Before Historia could register anything, he was already rocking his daughter in his arms, standing by the crib.
"Ugh" the blonde exclaimed in frustration "it felt so good…"
"Historia" the young man spoke with authority, all of a sudden.
The surprised queen looked towards him with wide eyes. Never before, had he spoken to her in such a way.
"Annika needs her mother too" Eren spoke, while walking over to the bed "you have to change your stance on that. I won't forgive you."
Historia felt torn inside. On one hand, looking at the infant girl, staring at her curiously, really pulled on her strings. On the other hand, Frieda…
"I know what you're thinking" the boy of her dreams elaborated "you're thinking that somehow, you're punishing your sister…"
He gazed straight into her eyes.
"…but you're wrong. Who you're really punishing is my daughter. And I won't allow it. Either you let her see Frieda, or I'll do everything in my power to defy your orders, regarding the visits."
He wasn't really giving her any choice. Staring into his eyes, Historia could only see his past determination, that she had grown to admire so much.
"Alright…" the blonde queen agreed, with resignation "I will allow you two, to see Frieda…"
Announcement: I'm sorry, but I was incapable of writing anything today. Uploads won't return until Thursday at least. I know I promised not to take breaks anymore, but I'm just not feeling right. Sorry!