May I have this dance? Erwin x reader story

Chapter one:wishes

Y/n's POV:
Tonight my father is forcing me to attend a ball in wall Sina.You see my father wants me to have arrange marriage with high profile man,even if he is twice or three times my age,and then have a male offspring to of course ensure the family's name and strength.I hate this I absolutely do.I've always believed that you should met someone and fall in love on your own time,not be forced into marriage with someone your barely know at the age of 18.But what can I do? I have to get ready for this ball.Less the wrath of my father...Everytime I go out even for a walk I must look my absolute best or else I'll bring shame on the family. So I must look the best at this ball I must uphold to the family name after all.And that begins my preparations,corset?Done.Makeup and hair?Finished.Outfit?On. With the help of the maids of course.
Now it's time to see my father,to see if I meet his expectations. I walk down the stairs of our mansion and see him sitting by the fire place.He stands up and looks at me "you've gained some weight that's not good.Your makeup is a bit much isn't it ?Your hair should've been done differently as well.....well I guess I can't do much to help you now..Lets go to the chauffeur."I simply sigh the maids and even butlers look sad or mad everytime this happens.
As I'm in the carriage I look outside the window and think how I even got here.
*TW:MENTIONS OF UNALIVING,(can't say I don't want this taken down :/ but it starts with an S and ends with an E),CHILD HARM AND ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIPS*(PLEASE DONT READ IF YOUR NOT COMFORTABLE OR ARE TRIGGERED BY THESE TOPICS SKIP TO CHAPTER TWO:THE BALL)
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Y/n's POV:
Throughout my childhood I was told from day I will be preparing for a suitable husband.If I did not perform a task right I was hit hard by my father or his friends as they saw fit.If I talked back,said my opinion or even mentioned my ideas,It was a beating.My mother,God bless her heart,wasn't safe either she was forced in this marriage as well.She hated it more so,she taught me how to read,write and even history in secret.If she argued back to my father or caught him cheating on her she was beaten.She was too kind of a soul for this world,eventually she died.My "father" told me she died of a mysterious illness and played the heart broken husband at the funeral but after that he was more than happy to sleep around.I eventually found out through my personal butler that my mother died by her own hand.I can't blame her,I would've done the same thing but I miss her terribly and wish I could hold her and read with her again.I wish my life was different from this I know everyone sees a lavish life but they don't see the inside of it.The mistreatment,forced ideals and perspectives,rules and regulations you must follow as well.But there's nothing I can do but live out what remaining time I have left.......