Continuation of Chapter 12.
"Daddy, you can't make me!" Historia cried out as Rod sighed, trying to calm his daughter down.
They were standing before the foyer's doors, waiting for the Langnar family to come. Historia hadn't seen Ymir in two years since then and now, NOW—
"You can't make me marry her!" Historia hissed at him and Rod put his hands on her shoulders.
"Darling, I said it is an option… if you don't want to I won't—"
"I decline!" Historia stamped her foot.
"Now, now, it's been two years, I'm sure you two will agree quite nicely now."
As if on cue the servants opened the doors and Rod straightened himself out as Historia glared. Skitters came sauntering by, wondering what the commotion was. Historia picked him up in all his white fluffy glory as he looked on like a regal lion.
From driveway, a car came rolling up, stopping at the front steps. The servants quickly opened the doors as the Langnar family came out.
Historia watched to see Ymir come out, too, but this time she wore a dress. She had shot up even more. Her limbs were all gangly and her hair was very long. It didn't not fit with the image Historia had of her.
The family came up the stairs and upon the threshold, smiling.
"Ah! Rod! Historia! How wonderful to see you!" Asmund greeted as Ilse gave Rod kisses on each cheek with a hug.
"Darling, you're becoming quite stout!" Ilse told Rod and he laughed.
"Why, I prefer to call it preparing for the winter hibernation!"
"In summer? You always were a long-term player, weren't you?" Asmund chuckled going in for a handshake.
Ymir stood in front of Historia, towering over her, looking down curiously.
"Is that Skitters?" She asked.
"Yes," Historia replied curtly. When did she learn about her cat?
"He's really fluffy…can I pet him?" Ymir asked, reaching out. Out of politeness, Historia nodded. Ymir went to petting the cat, rubbing his ears, and Skitters purred to show his gratitude.
"It's good to see you two getting along now," Asmund smiled down at the two. Ymir pulled her hand away, quiet.
No smile or anything.
The day continued all accordingly until the grown-ups shooed them off into the gardens. Once there, it seemed like Ymir was dizzy as she sat down, sneezing and coughing. Her eyes were getting watery and she didn't look good.
"…are you okay?" Historia asked with Skitters still in tow.
"Ugh…I—I think I'm allergic to cats." Her cheeks and hands were puffy. Snot was starting to run out of her nose, too.
"Oh," Historia felt bad. She put Skitters down and he waddled to the porch, meowing to be let back in and out of the barbaric outside world.
"Are you going to be okay?" Historia questioned.
Ymir sat down with a few tears coming out of her eyes.
"I fweel stoofy." Ymir groaned and then she looked like she realized something and—a hopeless amount of snot and spit splatted over Historia's face. Some even went into her mouth as she shrieked.
"I KNEW I COULDN'T TRUST YOU!" Historia cried out. Instantly, the grown-ups were outside upon hearing the scream and saw Ymir crying on the ground with Historia walking in circles, unable to deal with the situation.
"…This won't work," Asmund told Rod as Ilse went over to coddle Ymir.
"They're only children right now… Let it be…"