Frieda watched Eren play with Historia on the shore of the small pond within the royal garden. It was crazy how quickly those teenagers were growing. Right now, the boy was almost as tall as she was, and his handsome face only looked better with age.

She could no longer hoard her desires inside. There was no denying it. She wanted Eren Yeager.

'Your sister loves him' the queen thought to herself, while the boy who was currently on her mind, threw Historia into the pond with a wide smile.

Yet, she was still a child. How could the blonde possibly know what love really was? Her basic desire to have a prince charming, taken straight out of some children's book was pretty laughable.

But Frieda herself? She was the queen. No, a god. But all this power wouldn't last forever. She only had about five years left. Some people were even wondering if she should sire an heir…

'He's so young…' another argument popped into her head.

Eren was already fifteen. Many people of his age were already married. Some even had children. And the boy by himself always showed prowess of an adult man. Oh yes, Frieda could admire him for a long, long time, and she would never get bored. His feral, coarse character, combined with his dedication and resolve seemed extremely attractive to the young queen. Not to mention his outlook…

'His father killed your entire family' the dark-haired female thought to herself.

The sins of a father weren't even connected to his son. And Grisha did all that, because she told him to. If anyone was responsible for their deaths, it was her.

Well, a god is answerable to no one…

'This is immoral' one last reservation ran through her mind.

Was morality even a thing, when she was concerned? Frieda was at the top of the world. If some commoner did a horrible thing to another, he would commit an evil, worthy of punishment. But when she herself, was in question?

The queen ordered many times to dispose of people who were either against her rule, or simply way too corrupt to change. This was what every good ruler should do, if they wanted to create a better world for their people.

However, this time it was more personal. The matter regarded her closest ones and no simple excuse about her being the queen sounded convincing. This time, it was her against the world.

'Maybe it was always like this' Frieda thought, before turning away from the two playing teens, and walking towards their bodyguard.

"Ymir" she spoke to the freckled female, who was also watching them from a distance "we need to talk."

The rogue girl turned to face the queen. Ever since Frieda took her in, Ymir only proved her loyalty. There was no reason not to trust her and the girl was the only potential person who she could talk it over with.

"Yes" the freckled female exclaimed, while raising an eyebrow "your majesty?"

"Some time in the future, I'll have to leave the capital" the queen started "when I'm gone…"

"Yeah, yeah I get it" Ymir responded, while waving her hand "Kenny's in charge. I stay close to your sister and her friend. You've already told me that."

"I did…?" The queen said before looking at the ground.

She wasn't herself recently. Why was that boy the only thing she could think of?

"What's your problem, Frieda?" The freckled female apprehensively asked.

"If you…" the queen started hesitantly "if you really wanted something… What would you do?"

The girl widened her eyes at the weird question, before bringing a hand to her chin.

"When I really want something" Ymir responded after a moment of thinking "I'm trying to get it by all means necessary."

By all means necessary…

"Thank you" Frieda replied with a smile.

This was the day. She would finally do it. This small exchange was the last thing that could convince her otherwise.

Soon, the sun had set, and darkness of the night enveloped the world.

The young queen was eagerly preparing for this. There was no doubt in her mind that she was beautiful. Her dark, long hair cascaded down her shoulders and her aristocratic face shone with perfection. No one would tell that to her, but she was also confident in her other features.

As she was looking in the mirror, applying some finishing touches here and there, a last moment thought ran through her mind.

'If you do this, Historia is going to hate you, forever…'

Everything that she had ever done, was more or less for her little sister. She cared deeply about her people, but that little blonde was her main driving force in life.

At least, that's how it has been in the past…

Frieda looked over the semi-translucent nightdress, she had prepared for this night. The woman had never tried it before. It was tailored specifically for her from the finest, and softest material within the walls.

As she was changing, no further reservation appeared within her mind. This was her moment, and no one would take it away from her.

Not even her dear sister…

Frieda walked through the silent halls of the royal palace. Sometimes, this place could scare her with all the illuminations that shone through the windows. Yet tonight there was no moon. No light would accompany her to her destination. Only darkness would cover her as she strode through the corridors.

Suddenly, she heard a thunder in the distance. A summer storm was not uncommon in those regions. It was almost weird, how well timed it seemed. After all, this night would be way different from the others.

Finally, Frieda was standing in front of a wooden door. Slowly, the woman raised her hand and knocked on it several times.

A few moments later, it opened to reveal her most wanted person in the world.

"Is something the matter?" He asked innocently as he looked over her form.

"Can I come in?" Frieda asked without hesitation.

Not expecting anything out of the ordinary, Eren stepped away and motioned for her to come inside.

As the two sat on his bed, Frieda took a deep breath.

"What is it, Frieda?" The boy asked her "do you want to talk about something?"

As she looked at his face, her heart skipped a beat. His long hair was perfectly accentuating his handsome face. Right there, he seemed even taller than her.

"Is it about Historia?"

"No" Frieda responded, not looking away "this is about you and me…"

Silence fell between the two. As the teenager was processing the woman's words, a grimace appeared on his face.

"You and me?" He asked apprehensively.

"Yes" the young queen responded, before taking hold of his hand.

This seemingly disturbed Eren. As his soft expression changed into that of a repressed shock, he tried shuffling away from Frieda.

"Are you okay, Frieda?" He asked with fear in his eyes.

"No…" the female replied "actually, I'm quite crazy…"

But the boy was no fool. He knew where all of this was going.

"You should just go to sleep…" Eren replied quickly, before retracting his hand.

"I won't" the woman said, before taking hold of his hand once again "but if you want, you can soothe me to sleep…"

"You're not being yourself, Frieda" the young man shakily stated with alarm in his voice.

As she shuffled closer to him, she placed her other hand on the man's shoulder.

"I assure you, never in my life have I ever felt more like myself, than I'm feeling right now…"

As she was trying to close in on him, she attempted to kiss the stunned boy.

Suddenly, she was violently pushed away.

"Frieda…" Eren exclaimed, while standing up from the bed "this isn't right…"

"Why?" The woman asked, while tilting her head "am I not to your liking?"

"This is not the case…" the young man stated in panic "Historia…"

"You seemed very eager when you were kissing Ymir, back then…" Frieda retorted.

At that the boy raised his hands in protest.

"Those are two separate things!" He cried out, losing his cool "my relationship is reserved to Historia and possibly Ymir…"

"So, why won't you let me in?"

Another moment of silence fell between the two. What a weird sight it must've been. A woman staring with lust at a man who simply couldn't understand her reasoning.

"Leave" he said softly, his eyes starting to water "please, just leave now and I will forget everything that had transpired here…"

Slowly, Frieda stood up from the bed and walked over to him.

"I believe it's not an option" she said, as she was approaching his form.

"Please stop" Eren said, while backing off.

Suddenly, the boy hit the wall with his back.

"No need to run away from me" the woman said, before reaching to him with her hand.

SWAT!

As Eren slapped away her extended hand, some string within the young queen broke. Usually, she had a lot of patience, but this time, it was enough already.

Suddenly, his body went rigid, and his gaze dulled. As Frieda walked closer, she saw that he was under the effects of her powers.

"What a pity" she said, before softly placing her hand on his handsome face "it would be a lot nicer if you were more willing…"

As the thunderstorm raged over the small kingdom, the rain that fell over the tainted ground would wash away signs of any wrongdoings that had transpired during this night.