attack on titan !
*:✧*:･ﾟ✧. "honey, the devil and i
get along just fine." ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
☾ IN WHICH: ☽
the crown's weapon is tasked to join the survey corps, where she finds friendship, betrayal, love, and what truth l...
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YEAR 845
"THE WALL MARIA.... WAS BREECHED?" Xianna runs a hand through her forehead to wipe her sweat, listening intently to the words that left the mouth of one of the four men inside the hall room.
It had only been less than twenty minutes ago when she finished her training and walked from the stables to the hall of the castle where the throne of a rather all too silent king sits. She even paused, surprised as to how she was able to see him after only ever getting a glimpse of his stoic face once before.
"Breeched? More like it was attacked! Those damned Titans are here to come eat us all!"
"I heard the wall of Shiganshina has a huge hole.."
"What if it reaches the other walls? We are doomed!"
She did not bat an eye for these men, not their unwise balloon for brains, their annoying voices, nor their despicably idiotic way of ruling. She did not care for them—but she knew everything about them. How they walked, talked, thought, ruled.
"Surely the Garrison Regiment will be able to protect us, right?"
"I doubt it. Them fellows are drinking rum at noon!"
"We can't expect much from the Scouts, either. Sadies is to be dismissed from commanding if he returns with less than half his men."
"That's a stretch of formality. We all know he's deemed incompetent for having not one decent result despite the years of scouting outside the walls."
"We'll survive as long as we have our lady Knight!"
Xiandra was not a fool nor a leader, but she was considered an important weapon. If anything, they needed her. It has only been but a couple weeks since she was lectured by Madam Beatriqé from climbing a tree, and since she was sent to the heart of the capital to station inside the walls of the palace and listen to the commands of the royal bloodline.
It did not matter. It was not like the King could talk.
Oh, but sure did these fools. Their loud male voices dominated the space inside the four walls, conversing without a care of who might hear. The King, as per usual, had the side of his head fixed resting on the back of his clenched palm in his throne.
