"𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞."
A STORY IN WHICH, you've never had a choice, especially not when you were forced to marry the future king of marley, 𝘻𝘦𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳.
things were difficult from the start, a foreign country a host...
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Skills.
It was important to have them, [Name] knew this, she'd been taught ever since she was a child that she needed to master many skills to be considered worthy as a woman, as a princess.
As a woman, it was expected of her to know how to write, read, knit, sew, dance, and play at least one instrument.
As a member of the royal family, she was expected to not only know but master these skills; and she did.
It wasn't until she came to Marley and had to deal with not only her husband's abuse that she realized these skills were not enough. They weren't enough to push back against a man, whether it is her husband trying to belittle her, or a man such as Floch Forster kidnapping her and her friends.
Months after Eren left, she'd reached out to Mikasa Ackermann... practically the only woman she knew of that could overpower a man with brute force alone.
Mikasa was confused the first time she was forced to meet her Queen on her own, but [Name] made her intentions clear and implored her for help. Soon after that Mikasa confided in her about the "Ackermann Bloodline", a failed project coming from Marley's royalty, a secret that not only Zeke had kept from her, but Eren as well.
Mikasa was able to teach her the basics of combat, but [Name] was unfortunately not very blessed when it came to hand-to-hand combat, and whilst graceful with activities that required focus and patience, she was clumsy with a weapon in hand.
Over the years though she grew rather fond of Mikasa Ackermann... as well as other things.
[Name] took a deep breath of the air. It was going to rain soon, she could tell by the earthy smell in the wind, she pressed her blade against the stem of one of the violet flowers in her garden.
She lifted the flower in the air and Mikasa raised an eyebrow.
"Wolfsbane?" the dark-haired woman asked.
[Name] nodded, before dropping the flowers in her wooden basket.
"It's a lethal plant." [Name] mumbled, standing up from the ground. "Especially when using the roots."
Mikasa smiled. "Who knew the Queen of Marley would specialize in poisons."
[Name] dusted the soil off her hands. "I wouldn't say specialize... more interested?"
Mikasa had her arms crossed behind her back and she shook her head, despite the small smile on her face.
"We must be wary," Mikasa said. "Anybody could listen in... even if we are wasting the morning away in your paradise."
