The Royal Command

Ch 5

"Jackpot!" Zeke exclaimed loudly, spit escaping his triumphant mouth and veins protruding along his exposed muscled arms. He had held a polished, wooden bow on his arisen hand and a leather pouch bag filled with arrows hugging around his hip joint.

Once again, he won against you at archery, yet, it was no surprise, though you and Eren showed visible signs of vexation as he is incredibly masterly at this sport. "Shall we go for another round?" He cockily offered amidst the hot-windy atmosphere of the green fields, raising his eyebrow and cupid's bow while his blonde, stubby facial hairs tickled onto his sweating face.

Perhaps it was your selfishness. Perhaps it was your jealousy— regardless, you shook your head. While on the contrary, the playful bastard laughed with content before hoisting his calloused hand upon mid-air, gesturing two fingers to receive the attention of a nearby butler.

The butler jolted in slight fear before running towards Zeke, providing him a towel of the softest material and a glass of pristine water to tone down his erratic breathing.

Today was the beginning of your exciting weekend— the time you've been anticipating seeking out as the vacant, quiet days of being secluded within your stuffy mansion following your visit to the Scouts Academy had notably ended as though it was just a couple of hours ago.

"I'm not doing another round." Eren deadpanned, his hands morphed into balls of fists as he bangs down his oak bow onto the grassy surface.

"Alright, alright. As the eldest, I'll be a bit sympathetic." Zeke throws the white towel onto the top rail of his chair, grinning widely at his winning streaks that could be evident from his infinite bullseye hits. "So," He initiated, his masculine hands stretching forward to give a sense of relief from the soreness. "Shall we go horseback riding now?"

However, now, that same selfishness, jealousy, or whatever emotion of malice rushed out, supplanted by an active spark of happiness. "Yes!" You exclaimed. No longer were your eyes half-lidded. Instead, they had widened to the brim with delight with a smile across your plump lips. But yet, that joy you spoke of quickly ceased as a thought came flying across your mind. "Hold on; I thought we would horseback along with Armin. Where is he, Eren?"

Eren shifts his head towards your direction, jaws mildly agape while his brown eyes lengthily dazed off onto the vivid azure of the sky to search for an immediate answer. "Shit," He says, whereas Zeke responded with a bitter sigh. "I'm not sure myself."

His cluelessness was awfully not needed during this circumstance. The sun overpowered you all, and your sweat oozed from each point of your body as you deliberately wish the gods above for more wind to be generated by mother nature. "It's getting quite hot." You pout your wet grazed lips that the drunken water had drizzled. "Shall we-"

Yet, you were disrupted in a brisk by a loud shout of an adolescent boy. "W-wait!" His pleas echoed along the free-space as the sounds of rustles of the stomped grass were bred by the sprinting gentleman. "I'm here!" He inhaled sharply, the blonde locks of his bangs falling onto the lids of his blue eyes. "Sorry— I'm late." His hands were forced to assist his unstable body as his palms propped against his bent knees, fighting the urge to pass out from the momentary suffocation.

His state was enough to stagger Eren's existence. He had never enjoyed seeing his beloved ones fall into disparity as he was a caring person, after all. "Armin! Are you okay?" He quickly snatched a glass of cold water from a nearby table for the stifled lad.

Thankfully, the blondie's weakness wasn't too severe to the extent of oblivion, seeing as to how he acknowledged Eren's worry through a faint nod. "Yeah-" He took hold of the offered glass, chugging the liquid down his throat as if a boar, while Eren lands his hand onto his shoulder for further balance.