"We must save the princess!" Eren roared, shield and sword slashing away at the goblin hordes that was following them up the tower.
"We're almost there, Eren!" Historia cried out, holding her tower shield as the air seemed to constrict before the whole hallway went aflame. Eren held his shield above hers, making a makeshift defense against the flames that shot and licked past them, scorching and burning out the hordes.
"That dragon won't let up, will it?!" Historia cried as the flames stopped and they went back to racing up the stairs.
Soon they came upon the wood door that was barred from the outside. Eren went to hauling it up, grunting and growling until finally the large metal block fell off. Historia kicked open the door, smiling.
"We're here to save you!"
Ymir laid in bed, reading a book where stacks upon stacks of them sat. Food was set off to the side.
"Save me? You haven't killed the dragon." She pointed to the large window that was without glass. The dragon's eye peered in and then turned to slits.
"DRAGGGGONNNNNS ARE MY TRIGGER!" Eren jumped out the window, screaming maniacally.
"No! Eren! Dammit!" Historia sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"Well, his choice, I guess…" Ymir shrugged.
"Yes…but, this isn't how it's supposed to go! Let's try again…" Historia cleared her throat before stowing away her flail and shield.
"Princess! I am here to save you! All across the land they spoke of your beauty! Your eyes shine brighter than gold coins, they're warmer than the sun! Your skin is told to be made of the Earth's richest clay! Thousands of angels came to your birthing, kissing your cheeks and leaving specks where their lips graced! Despite it all, your beauty still penetrates my heart and makes me falter! I am Historia Reiss, daughter of Rod and Alma Reiss, King and Queen of the Four Walls!"
Ymir watched her before sighing, putting her book down. She stood up, giving her at least the courtesy of her hand.
"Ymir Langnar. Bride to be, apparently. Overly charmed." She rolled her eyes and Historia gave a determined nod, practically chomping Ymir's hand out of nervousness than kissing it.
Ymir found it odd but strangely fitting.
"Now! Let me escort you to our steed and I will join the battle with my squire!"
"Your squire is probably a dragon toothpick by now."
Another loud, insane scream came and the dragon groaned in pain outside.
"Or not."
Historia went to Ymir with a practically crinkled-up looking face.
"Hey, whoa… are you constipated? I have berries that can—"
"No! I am determined! I must carry you!" Historia strained and picked up Ymir. After struggling and nearly falling over, she held Ymir bridal style.
"To my steed!" Historia cried and then realized they had to go back down the flight of stairs. The three days straight of battling goblin armies and avoiding the dragon and bandits were finally hitting her as Historia fell over, passed out from stress and exhaustion.
Ymir landed with a thump as she sat there, on top of Historia, sighing and rubbing her hands into her face.
"Silly girl." She huffed.
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"DRAGON! YOU HAVE FALLEN! HAHAHAHA!" Eren laughed, punching the dragon's snout over and over as it rolled over, whining in pain, but Eren's bruised body kept crawling towards it to smack it some more.
"ADMIT DEFEAT, BEAST! OI! OI!" Eren yelped when Ymir picked him up, throwing him over her other shoulder as Historia was on her other.
"OI! I AM NOT DONE! LEAVE ME BE! IT IS MY DESTINY TO—"and he passed out from the blood rushing to his head on top of the stress and exhaustion.
"Ugh," Ymir staggered a bit. They were heavy as could be. She hoped their steed was near-
"…"
Ymir stared at the man who was chained to a tree down the hill of the forbidden castle.
"…who are you?"
"Jean."