The storm was raging throughout the whole night over the small kingdom. The morning, however, was very pretty, with sun shining and birds chirping. Even a rainbow was beaming towards the ground, due to the humidity from the night's rain.

On this particular morning, one young Ymir was walking through the halls of the royal palace with a huge grin splattered across her face. Things were indeed looking good for the people of the walls. The queen's plan had been put into motion, and from the reports that the freckled girl was made aware of, it was seemingly working. The first wave of migration had already hit Marley and the country itself couldn't really do anything else than just relocate them into the internment zones.

After all those years, Ymir couldn't help but root for her people. In reality, the young female experienced first-hand, what it felt like when everyone around hated you for some unrelated reason. Her life in Marley was way worse than anything she's come across on the island, and if the queen could make it all better, Ymir was all for it.

Finally, the freckled girl stood in front of a door. She took a deep breath, before raising her hand to grab the handle.

She hadn't done this before, but today she was in an extremely good mood, so it was all reasonable to share some of this happiness with him.

"Well, well, well…" Ymir suddenly heard from behind.

Upon turning around, she found a very smug-looking Historia, standing with her arms crossed.

"What do we have here" the blonde spoke with a sly grin "planning on breaking the rules once again?"

"You know" Ymir responded while rolling her eyes "if you really want to, I don't mind you watching."

At that, Historia pouted, before walking over to the door.

"If anyone's watching it's you!" The blonde cried out, before taking hold of the handle as well.

The freckled female sighed at that. She was hoping to have some fun with the boy alone, however sharing it with the other girl was even more appealing. If only Historia would understand…

"Listen princess" Ymir started, looking her straight in the eyes "let's both go in, and let Eren decide…"

It took the blonde several moments to consider her options. Obviously, she was pretty confident in her beauty. In that regard, the freckled female had really no way of competing with her. However, the rough personality that Ymir possessed seemed appealing in the eyes of the boy of her dreams.

After a few calculations and simulations, she had run in her mind, Historia finally spoke up.

"Alright" she agreed.

At that, Ymir smiled in triumph and pulled the doorknob.

Immediately, when the two girls entered the room, the freckled female knew something was wrong. The air was feeling weird, almost heavy with all the steam that made it way more humid than it should've been. The smell was also off. Usually, a teenager's room ought to have some of the weirdest smells known to humanity, but Ymir could almost make out a very sweet scent.

One that could very well be that of a perfume…

Historia didn't seem to notice all this, and carelessly approached the boy sleeping in his bed.

"Hey, Eren" the blonde said, while sitting down next to him.

"No…" the young man murmured silently "…get away…"

Something within the boy's voice alarmed the freckled female to her core. It was almost as if he was calling for help…

"He's having a nightmare…" Historia spoke worriedly, while placing her hand on the boy's exposed back.

Suddenly, Eren flinched at the girl's touch. While startling the blonde, this also seemed to have woken him up. He momentarily jolted upright, before turning towards the two girls.

His state right now was leaving Ymir with a lot of questions. His long hair was unusually dishevelled, sweat was prominent all over his skin, he was even missing a shirt.

"Uhm…" Eren started after he finally understood just what was going on "hey…"

"Are you okay?" Historia asked him with worry, before shuffling closer to him.

"What do you mean?" The young man asked with wide eyes.

"You were having a nightmare…"

At that, the boy gave her a confused look.

"No way" he said in a sincere tone "my dreams were quite nice, actually…"

This behaviour would look pretty weird to an average viewer. Nonetheless, it couldn't be explained otherwise, because most of the people who could potentially come across something like this weren't really looking for explanations other than someone acting in an unusual way. Ymir however, had some secret knowledge that could possibly explain what had happened to Eren.

"Eren" the freckled female suddenly exclaimed "what were you doing before you went to sleep?"

At that, the young man furrowed his brows. It seemed as if he was really trying to concentrate on the events of yesterday, when suddenly…

"Agh!" He yelled, before taking hold of his head and falling over.

"Eren!" Historia exclaimed, supporting his form before he fell to the ground "what's wrong?!"

"I don't know…" the boy spoke with squinted eyes "…my head hurts…I don't remember…"

Ymir had heard enough. Before any of the two teens could notice, she already stormed out of the room.

'I swear, if you laid a hand on him…'

The enraged girl was sprinting through the empty halls of the royal palace. What she had seen wasn't much, but it was already enough for her to suspect that something wrong had transpired during this night within that room.

As the freckled female finally reached her destination, she didn't even bother with knocking on the door.

"What did you do!" She yelled as she barged into Frieda's office.

The young queen didn't look up from the documents she was currently seemingly reviewing.

"You have to be more specific" the older woman replied, "by the way, knocking was invented for a reason."

"Don't play dumb!" Ymir shouted furiously "you did something to Eren…"

At that, Frieda finally looked up from the papers.

"What's up with Eren?" She asked in confusion "is he visibly hurt?"

"No, but…!"

"Is he seemingly unhappy?" Frieda asked again.

"It doesn't...!"

"Then I don't see any problem" the queen spoke, before looking back to her documents "from what I remember, you are the one responsible for his wellbeing. Am I right?"

"Just shut up!" Ymir exclaimed in anger "you screwed with his mind! That's what happened!"

Frieda finally understood that she couldn't just ignore her anymore. She sighed, before slowly standing up.

"You are forgetting yourself" the woman said, before glaring daggers at the freckled female "one more word, and you'll regret your insolence."

This threat only further convinced Ymir that Frieda was indeed guilty. However, in that particular moment, the icy glare that the queen was giving her, was enough to convince the freckled female to stop this crazy advance and reassert her options.

"I'm sorry, your majesty…" she spoke through her teeth "apparently I was too hasty with my judgement…"

At that, Frieda smiled in victory.

"It's okay" she said, before sitting down once again "now, leave."

Ymir was trying not to tremble with anger as she walked through the halls of the royal palace. Something evil had happened to Eren and the queen was responsible. There was no other way to put it. The state of his room, his weird behaviour, the pain he was feeling when trying to recollect the repressed memories…

Frieda Reiss did something terrible to Eren Yeager, and she had erased his memories of it. Whatever that was, it couldn't be of any good.

"When I really want something, I'm trying to get it by all means necessary…"

'I'll solve this, Eren' Ymir thought 'I'll find out what's happened, and I'll protect you from her…'