A Devoted Heart (Attack on Titan // LeviHan) - Part 2

Bad Boy

"What is going on?" Historia yawned, her blond hair tousled, her blouse hanging halfway out of her pants as she stumbled from the relative coolness of the house into the mounting heat of the day.

Levi waved her forward with an impatient huff as he held open the door. Maybe this wasn't exactly how one treated a queen but Levi didn't want the whole Eren fanclub to witness what he expected would be a painful experience for himself, so dragging her from her bed before anybody else woke up seemed justified to him.

"Is he a bit... again?" Historia whispered to Eren, making a sign that Levi didn't recognize - it looked rather rude to him though.

"Yeah, I think so," Eren whispered back with an apologetic shrug.

What impossible brats!

"No, I'm not a bit... in the least," Levi snapped at them, copying the rude gesture. "This is about some new Titan shit that Eren is trying to keep from us."

Historia frowned, throwing Eren a questioning look from the side.

"Because you have royal blood," Levi explained. "Touching you allows him to see things, apparently."

"I'm sorry, Historia," Eren said, chagrined.

Sorry about what? Being secretive? Or about the shitty future he had seen for her? Well, being sorry was appropriate. If having royal blood meant she had some kind of special powers, then yeah, her quiet life was over.

"I trust you," Historia smiled brightly at Eren. He smiled back, his morose features transformed into a hopeful boy's. No wonder Mikasa sometimes got a little jealous.

He needed to tell Hanji about the outcome of his little experiment, Levi thought, as soon as he had confirmation about what was going on. Hanji and Armin, these two would figure out what to do next. Historia was the last living person with royal blood, well, at least as far as they knew - and....

No, not the last.

Levi stopped abruptly, feeling a shiver race down his spine. Likely it didn't signify anything but he did not appreciate that the Panther, half-brother to Lord Reiss, reappeared this frequently in his thoughts of late. A superstitious person would think it a bad omen. Good that he wasn't in the least superstitious - which didn't explain the shiver though.

"Never mind," he grumbled, noticing Eren and Historia looking at him strangely. He waved them on. No use wetting one's pants over things one didn't understand. Like for example, the link between the royal bloodline and the Ackermans, something which kept bugging him of late too.

Levi pushed the questions aside and quickened his steps. He was headed for one of the empty paddocks, preferably one with not too much cow dung on the ground.

"Fuck, it's hot already," Historia complained and Levi shot her an irritated look.

"What?" she quipped. "Are you going to lecture me about appropriate language, Captain Levi? I'm the Queen, I can do whatever I want."

"Oh yeah?" he jeered. "Wanna try?"

"I'm not afraid of you," she grumbled.

"What's the maid's name Eren got close to again?" Levi asked her.

"Oh, you mean Caroline," she answered promptly, falling for the old switch-topics-to-surprise-someone trick, realizing it and looking guilty when Eren groaned miserably.

"Yes, that's it, Caroline," Levi smirked. "Lovely girl."

He vaguely remembered the woman in question from the questioning rounds. Ample tits that almost popped out of a tight bodice. Flirty. Seducer of virginal boys? Or was it perhaps just this particular boy?