Promises, Promises. | A Levi Ackerman Fanfiction. | Attack On Titan.

four

"She's smart and all but sometimes she can be a little clueless."

You woke up to the bright light from the outside shining in through the window. It was something new to you. Something you weren't sure you could get used to or not. But you knew you had to. 

Maybe not for long since you were to join the Scout Regiment and they had an upcoming mission that had a survival rate of 2% only. So maybe you only had to get used to this until the mission ends because you'd die. 

You shrugged, slightly amused by such a thought. Gently, you tossed your blanket to the side, the fabric folded messily before you made your bed carefully. You walked over to the window, gazing at the beautiful sky. It was such a beautiful view. You missed out on it for the past 20 something years. 

Sighing, you walked over to the bathroom to take a bath. A set of clothes were given to you specifically for the day since you were going to meet the Queen. It seems that the rumors of the politics changing were all true. 

But to think, the new Queen, the rightful heir, is only a teenager. And with such a burden, too. Maybe children couldn't really be children in this world of terror you live in. You certainly understood that better than anyone. Once you had gotten ready, you heard a knock on your door. 

"Come in," you shouted as you were still buttoning up the dress. 

You were standing in front of a mirror, your eyes looking down as you were halfway done with the buttons. The top buttons were still opened, revealing the inner that covered your chest. You heard as the door creaked open. Your body turned towards the door but you were still focused on buttoning up the rest of your dress. 

"Shit!" You heard a boy cursing loudly before shutting the door with a loud thud. 

"Wha-" You frowned, looking up in confusion. 

Your hands stopped moving as you were left in confusion. You heard murmuring on the other side of the door. Once again, you called out for whoever it was to come in. You let out a sigh, continuing to button up the rest. The door creaked open, your body facing it but your eyes down to focus on your hands. 

"Oi, don't call someone in if you're still not done," you heard Levi scolding you. 

"I am done," you frowned, lifting your gaze to him, noticing the boy near the door.

You recognized him as the one named Jean. He was trying to look away, a red hue tinting his cheeks. Your eyebrows were stitched together in confusion. 

"What's his deal?" You nodded towards him. 

"He's a teenage boy, he's going through a phase," Levi lazily replied. 

"Who chose this dress, by the way?" You asked, ironing out the bottom with your hands. 

"Hange."

"Unsurprisingly," you mumbled. 

"Are you ready, then?" Levi raised his brows, eyes looking up and down at your figure. 

"Yeah, I am," you nodded, throwing a glance over your shoulder to look at yourself once more. "Nice dress," you pursed your lips. 

"Come on, then. Let's not waste time," Levi tried to take your hand but at the faintest touch of his calloused fingertips, you pulled away immediately. Your eyes sharply glared at him before you walked past him. 

"Good morning, Jean," you gave him a pat on his shoulder. 

"G-Good morning!" He enthusiastically greeted, bowing.