THE BASTARD, eren yeager

𝐱𝐢𝐯, what about her?

THE BASTARD
chapter fourteen

[Name] frowned as she looked outside her window. The night was pitch black and the only light that was offered was the torches that Floch's men had put around the castle.

They'd been locked up in her room for an entire night, and the severity of their situation had finally settled on everyone's shoulders.

[Name] was sitting on her chair, Christa was curled up in her bed with Sasha, Pieck was flipping through a book on her couch, and Ymir was pacing restlessly behind her.

"How are you all not worried?" Ymir finally spoke breaking the never ending silence.

"Well what are we supposed to do?" Sasha asked, sitting up on the bed, her hair disheveled.

"Lower your voice." [Name] mumbled. "Floch's right next door."

The King's quarters and the Queen's quarters were connected by an entrance. If Floch had chosen to sleep next door to them, he should've been able to walk in whenever he liked considering the door only locked from Zeke's side, but [Name] had placed a fire iron in between the double doors, to prevent him from doing so.

"Well can't we wait for the King and his armies to come back?" Christa offered, sitting up in the bed as well.

[Name] shook her head, and waved her hand in the air for all of them to crowd near her table where Pieck was strewn against the couch.

Once they were all circled around the table she lowered her voice and began to speak.

"Karifa is a half a day's travel away. Even if they were able to squash the rebellion in an instant it would still take an entire day for them to be back."

Pieck scowled as she sat up, her swollen stomach making it more difficult than it should've been.

"I was sixteen when King Grisha had to battle his own rebellion... it took him six days."

Ymir looked down at Pieck with narrowed eyes before speaking. "That was nearly a week."

"I don't understand why can't we just wait? Floch Forster is nobody, he can't go against two powerful armies." Christa countered.

"We cannot wait." Pieck said. "This man has got a Queen, and a pregnant mistress as hostages... he could charge a fortune for our release. Not to mention..."

[Name] looked up. "Don't censor yourself, speak."

Pieck grimaced before answering. "We all saw the way he looked at you."

[Name] felt all her muscles go slack, and the color drain from her face.

"You're getting ahead of yourself, mistress. [Name] is a queen that rat wouldn't dare." Christa hissed.