𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 (𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟐) || 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀.

+.*Chapter 1: Prisoner in Marley*.+

❗❗WARNINGS:

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Your POV

"Y/n."

"Y/n!"

"Y/N!"

My eyes shot open. I found myself under the tree, leaves falling down. A familiar face entered my sight, Armin.

"Hey, are you awake?" He asked with a smile. I looked in his blue eyes, that were filled with brightness.

"Oh, Armin. Hey. What's up?" I rubbed my eyes as I sat up, a book falling off my chest into my lap.

"Nothing really. I just happen to see you here, is all." He chuckled softly. "What're you reading?"

I looked at the book in my lap. "It's a story about how two kids grew up together, then becoming a couple. It's a good romance story, coming from a 10 year old." I laughed at the end. "It's a good story, yeah, but there is some angsty stuff in here."

I felt him sit behind me, our backs against each other. His head rested on my shoulder; his blonde hair brushing against the side of my face.

"Hey, Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"I know that we've been friends for about 8 weeks, but... You're a very great friend, you know?" He said. I smiled sheepishly and laughed.

"Well... I guess I am. I never had friends before you three." I sighed.

"Hah, don't tell Eren and Mikasa this, but I think that hanging out with you is my getaway from him getting into crazy situations. You know him; getting into fights and all that." He said in a calm tone.

"You got that right." I giggled as I messed with my shirt.

"All I'm saying is... I hope you stay with us."

"Don't worry, I will."

My eyes opened, looking up at a dark ceiling. "Armin?" I mumbled quietly. As my peripheral sight triggered, I noticed I was in a jail cell. I quickly sat up, seeing a tall lady with blonde hair cut in a bowl cut. Her dark eyes stared at me, along with a grin.

"So, you're the souvenir they brought huh?" The tall woman guessed correctly. I tried to put my hands up, just to find out I was chained up.

"Y-Yes, ma'am... What happened?" I said in a shaky manner. I looked down at my outfit, seeing me in a white cloak outfit.

She let out a sigh. "Not sure. I just got here." She looked to her left and waved her hand slightly. "Hello, Miss Cecilia. I was just talking to the little thing you bought home with you."

"Yelena, you didn't tell her anything, right?" Cecilia asked as she put her hand on her hip.

"No worries, Ce. I don't even know much." Yelena replied. She started walking out of my view. "Anyway, I'll let you two talk it out. Won't wanna be a bother." 

Cecilia turned to me and I gave her a side-glare. She got what she wanted, so what did she need?

"Alright, you got me back to my 'hometown.' Now what do you want?" I asked her in annoyance. She pulled out a chair from the side and sat in front of my cell.

She sat there in silence and looked to her left. I heard footsteps approaching, causing Cecilia to turn her head.

"Thanks, my dear Cece. I'll take care of this." I hear a voice that sounds like a old man's voice. He came into my view. The man looked wealthy, all dressed up in a tux and that stuff. He looked at me with a natural face. "You look just like your mother." The man said to me. I put on a confused expression, wondering what he was talking about. "Ah, sorry. I should introduce myself."