Being born as the youngest daughter of the influential Dukedom of Yeager, you were trained to loathe a neighboring duchy- the Dukedom of Ackerman, due to the past tragic circumstances occurring amongst the two territories.
One day, Empress Historia...
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Clack...clack...clack
The clamor boisterously replenished the cacophonous mansion. With the boundless whispers of the maids to the resonance of footsteps produced by countless people to the exasperating shoutings of your impatient mother— it was enough for you to be vexed with everyone as the clock selfishly began rotating towards the next carved digit.
Carla screamed your name once more, intonation filled with mostly frustration at your slow pace of presence. "In heaven's name, are you done?" she shouts vigorously, resulting in the young men beside her flinching at her terrifying volume.
"Mother, calm yourself down." Eren cooed. His broad body was enveloped with his flawlessly tailored black suit that comprises such luxuriant material and numerous of his golden military badges. At the same time, he neared his body towards her and caressed her shoulders as a form of support. "You mustn't waste your energy on, sister. She's still a young adolescent who's yet to mature."
Zeke lets out a brief chuckle, "What is taking our Pandora so long." He rhetorically asked the two family members while he wore a beautiful fine suit which, too, had his military badges attached to the fabric and possibly more than Eren's.
"I said I'm coming!" You screamed back at their impatient concerns while you walked down through the imperial, grand staircase with attire of such elegance: a tight satin-made short-sleeved dress that mildly exposed your chest area and hugged the curves of your body, a pair of long white Mitras silk gloves, a small leather pouch which could accommodate two to three small items along with pairing white short-lengthen heels, a collection of pearl jewelry hugging the crook of your neck, and your bangs parted as the remains were put up into a tidy bun.
Everyone stared at you with eyes of amusement. Even Eren and Zeke, who regularly does not speak of your appearance, complimented your youthful elegance. "You look amazing, milady." A maid from behind states.
Carla gave a nod of agreement and approached herself towards you, "Beautiful. You are befitted as a perfect lady, unlike that manly heiress they have there." She shades.
"Whom you speak of?" You ask purely out of confusion.
"It's trivial of you to waste your brain capacity memorizing the names of the pests. Now, let us all go. I believe your father is outside, waiting." She said, afterward grabbing both you and Zeke's hands while Eren followed from behind.
You all ditched the luxurious main hall towards the exit doors whose size was as big as an elephant, passing through the great porcelain antiques originating from numerous nations and classical paintings done by renowned painters. The glamorous ceramic tiles were utterly spotless, even managing to reflect your appearance against its surface as it showed a strand of hair is out of place— however, just before driving to tuck it behind your ear lobe, the knights of the dukedom opened the grand doors. It was revealing your usual family carriage, along with Grisha patting the horses tenderly.
