The Royal Command

Ch 3

Cats and dogs, that's what we are— ruthless, selfish, cunning, and ironic indeed, however, we are, and this dilemma could prove it all.

There they stood, deceitful eyes of disgust piercing through your veiled brutality. There was a tall, wrinkled man, inferentially as aged as Grisha, and aside stood an elegant middle-aged woman and a young lady of the Eastern race.

You exchanged glares of concealed distaste; Eren stared menacingly at the jet-black young lady while Zeke ignored all contact, drawing imaginary shapes onto the armrests of his chair, and Carla and Grisha scanned mockingly of the entirety of the family.

"Hmm?" Historia began as she tilts her head further, and before she managed to speak of her question, the tall man inappropriately interrupted. "My apologies, my Queen. He insisted on not coming, or so I was told by the servants."

"And you didn't bother of speaking to him?" At this point, your mind was fuming with confusion. Who's 'he' they are implying to? However, quickly disregarding the thought, you peered into their eyes and exchanged with little care. After all the things they've done to your land, they still have the guts to smile and enjoy life. How ironic.

"Calm down, your majesty. It seems the boy is highly rebellious to ignore your sacred commands. Perhaps consider re-educating your son, Lady Kuchel."

The glaring young lady growled of resentment towards Zeke's privacy-invasive request. Her flex palms morphed into balls of fists, her eyes of ebony sparked lit of fire, and her veiled teeth were displayed as she grits her teeth. "Don't-"

The newly introduced lady named "Lady Kuchel" disrupts her threatening response with a tender call of name: "Mikasa."

Instead of being greeted with a look of malice, she gave a smile of arguable sincerity and choked out a faint muffled sigh. "I'll take note of that, Sir Zeke. Regardless, I'm sure he'll arrive in no time."

"Lady Kuchel. As the heir of the Ackerman duchy, I expect your son to arrive on today's occasion. However, of course, knowing his nature, I will excuse this for once and exclude the punishments."

"Thank you, your highness." She spoke as she bent her body elegantly before being instructed as a whole by Historia to move towards their sitting placements.

"Lady Ymir,"

"Yes, your majesty?"

"Could you please inform of the cooks and servants to prepare the dishes at this instance?"

"Of course, your majesty." The brunette lady clattered throughout the room to fulfill her request. Repetitively, a sign of dreadful silence filled the tension-filled room as each and everyone one of you (excluding the Empress) exchanged expressions of savagery. And as though Historia had detected the upcoming troubles, she cleared her throat, loud enough for all to shift attention to her. "I suppose you all are familiar with one another; for the sake of conversation, I'd like to start explaining my coup d'etat."

"We're all ears, your majesty." Sir Kenny spoke with slight contempt.

"So you all may know of Marley's current advancement. Not only had they been able to construct the first known airplane, but their economy had flourished drastically."

"Yes, I believe they've increased by ten percent," Grisha spoke, ignoring all needless contact with the neighboring family.

"Correct. My sister, Frieda, has also told me so. Therefore, I've come up with a-"

And just as she began highlighting the purpose of this meeting, the guarded knights had forcefully opened the grand doors, allowing a male figure to enter abruptly onto the scene. You all look at him with dismay as he lets out a click of his tongue. Carla unleashes inaudible remarks of complaints towards his lack of etiquette; Zeke and Eren had only stared contently, and you quickly averted your gaze to the stunning man ahead. He is a man with silky raven hair that instantly categorized himself as an Ackerman, eyes of steel gray that could generate shivers down your spine, muscles, and looks of the legend: Hercules. Not only did he bring a stoic complexion, but he had also brought the refreshing scent of lemons and mint.