In a small room, people with flushed but contented faces made a loud noise. The noise was chaotic, but not a problem. Here and there the companies at the tables, something heatedly discussed, then burst into laughter. There was no specific reason for this meeting. Simply, sometimes people who have gone through difficulties and hardships need to be given the opportunity to rest.
For one girl, the evening was a little different than for the rest of the audience. It was special. Today she does not need to meet standards, today she does not need to think about how she looks from the outside. Historia is a girl who turned out to be a queen. But at the same time she was not arrogant. Today she was resting in the company of her colleagues. With herfamily, because blood, tears and sweat are related almost as much as common parents, and sometimes even stronger.
Almost nothing has changed since she was a soldier. Sasha tried to eat everything on the table. Connie and Jean tried to reason with her incontinence. Mikasa sat quietly, casting a worried look at her close friends. Armin talked about something, but there was no former enthusiasm in his intonations. The burden of responsibility and guilt pressed on him. He often doubted himself, and after the death of Erwin, self-discovery practically did not stop. Eren. Eren became a different, detached observer. It was as if something had died inside him. History was worried about this, but decided that it was not time to talk yet. She understood that at certain moments a person can become different and there are reasons for this. Therefore, she did not dare to go into the soul and bother his wounds.
Although, to say that it was quite simply impossible. Feelings of anxiety, anticipation and insecurity consumed her. It began long ago, with a sudden prick, then with a feeling of melancholy. In attempts to pull herself together, to overcome these feelings, the girl lost every time and they only more subdued her.
Furtively, she glanced in the direction where the command was located. A serious-faced man caught her gaze. Historia did not hesitate and did not look away. There is nothing wrong with that.
"He is the captain, I am an object for him to guard. An important object, but nothing more." Such thoughts did not contribute to improving her condition, so she decided a little liberty. There is more wine in the glass, and the filling is more frequent. The cheeks were flushed, the anxiety began to recede.
The girl was unaware that the captain was watching her intently.
But no matter how it was, the rest did not cancel work. Therefore, after midnight, everyone slowly began to disperse. Historia tried to absorb the feeling of lightness and freedom. Standing up abruptly, consciousness clouded over, she began to fall. But the collision with a solid surface did not happen. A couple of strong hands managed to grab her. "Captain, thank you." The girl's cheeks turned pink again.
The captain nodded.
"How are you, your majesty?" Hange arrived in time for them.
"It's okay, I went over a bit."
"I understand, I was young myself," the drunken commander said with a laugh.
"Captain, escort the queen to her chambers," Hange raised an eyebrow.
Levi rolled his eyes and slightly supporting the queen led her towards the exit.
It was a real happiness to be on the street after a stuffy room filled with people. It was so correct to breathe in deeply, as if some kind of renewal was taking place. The queen walked with her eyes closed, there was no need to worry. The strong man next to her continued to support and guide her.
History had no idea that at the same moment he held his breath, watching her pacified face.
They crossed the territory of the palace, climbed the stairs, there was not much left to the queen's room.
History didn't want the captain to leave her. Selfish desire made her go through the options so that he would not leave her.
"If I try, he won't notice the catch. After all, he saved me from falling today."
The girl staggered slightly, her body began to go limp, but the captain pulled her closer to him.
Once in the chambers, he sat her down on a chair. On a small table near the chair, there was a decanter of water. The man hastened to pour a cup of water and give it to the pale girl in front of him.
After taking a couple of sips, the girl sighed heavily.
"I gotta take a chance, I'll be sorry if I don't."
The girl's forehead was covered with sweat, her neck turned red, the paint began to fill her face.
Her rapidly changing condition alarmed the captain.
"I will find a doctor"
"No, no, it's not worth it. Me, I just ..." dare to say what she wanted was harder than thinking about it.
The captain watched her inner struggle frowning. "I will still bring a doctor"
"No!" Historia stood up abruptly and looked at the captain.
"I need help," she said quietly.
"What? Is there a threat we haven't noticed? Is the Queen threatening something?"
The captain ran through the events of the last days in his head to find something strange. But he noticed only her confused look. The queen was shorter than the captain, but in an instant she seemed even smaller.
He waited for the continuation.
"I need a man's help," the young woman's cheeks were bleached.
"Um, do you need to fix something?" The captain was a little confused. This is not his job. But if necessary, he will help.
History shook her head from side to side and sagged even more.
The captain waited patiently for the continuation.
The girl resolutely approached the captain, standing on tiptoe and touching his lips with hers.
The man was numb, but did not pull away. Yielding to desire, he responded with a kiss that was so inept and innocent.
The girl in the hands of the captain was jubilant, maybe everything will be easier than she thought.
It was at this moment that everything stopped.
"No," the captain gasped. "You need to forget about it." Then he headed for the exit.
Historia seemed to be doused with cold water.
The captain's hand rested on the doorknob.
"Captain, please. Don't leave me." Sobs broke out.
He was not ready for this. It was hard for him to look on the tears, sobs. But over time, the ability to ignore it came. But not now. The stone wall around him trembled, he returned to her and hugged her, lightly stroking her head.
"You're just still young and in a hurry. You deserve more than an aging ex-bandit." The expectation that she just forget about this nonsense could work tomorrow.
"You don't understand, I am alone. Always. Under constant control. Under constant supervision."
"Is this your first time?"
She pulled away from him and blushed.
"I see, but taking your innocence doesn't change your life."
"I want to feel something. It's like a burnt field inside me." The girl pressed closer to her former boss. On the one hand, Levi was amused by this phrase, because it was pronounced by such a fragile and young girl. On the other hand, they all ended up in the army not from a good life.
"Why me?"
"Because you are you."
Throwing his head back, the captain laughed.
"Oh, Your Majesty, you hear that this sounds so childish?"
"Because I trust you." Historia faced a rather rude treatment from the captain, but after the coronation his support grew from meeting to meeting. She did not forget that his actions helped her.
For a few more minutes they stood there warming each other. The girl believed that she would get what she wanted.
"No." The captain unlocked his hands and headed for the exit.
"Captain." There was no answer.
"Levi, wait." At the very door, the man stopped, she had never addressed him like that. It wasn't enough to stop him.
The man had only a little time to open the door, as instincts worked. Catching the sound of something flying object , he pulled away.
A cup flew close to his head. Having hit the door, it shattered with a resounding sound.
"Porcelain, what a waste."