"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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"You can decide... You get to decide."
The determination in his eyes was undeniable, so was the pain in his voice as he trailed away.
She got to decide.
No she didn't.
She never got to decide.
She didn't get to decide when it came to learning every skill under the sun from sewing to archery, regardless of the fact that both made her fingertips go raw until they bled.
She didn't get to decide when it came to marrying the prince of a foreign country that hated her people.
She didn't get to decide when she was forced to bear his children and pretend she was happy at his side. If Eren's words were the truth and she had a choice then she would go back in time and choose a different life for herself... a life where she could breathe without drowning.
That's how she knew she did not have a choice; and she was set in her beliefs, she was determined to shut him down once more, but that's when she felt him pulling away from her. It was an expected move, but that didn't take away the fear brewing in her chest as he began to put distance between them.
He was leaving, he was going to leave her again.
Before she realized what she was doing, she had reached out to him, and pulled him towards her, and her mouth was against his.
His lips were soft against her own, but there was an initial moment of shock where he couldn't seem to reciprocate.
Her hands laced around his jaw before she gently pulled away from him, and she felt her heart begin to race when she saw his flustered expression staring back at her.
She bit the inside of her cheek, and she questioned how to move on... how did she move on? She flipped through her memories trying to remember a time when she initiated intercourse with Zeke, but nothing came to her mind. Zeke was always the one who tried having sex with her, and it always felt like more of a demand rather than a genuine question.
So instead she did what felt the most natural.
"Let's go to bed." She whispered carefully, brushing her fingers past his lips.
They were simple words, they could maybe even be confused as being less than what they truly meant, but Eren understood... he always seemed to understand. So as she walked towards the foot of the bed and began to untie the laces of the worn leather corset, he went to put out the fire roaring at the fireplace. The fire begin to fizzle out, and all the light escaped the room, leaving them in nearly complete darkness aside from a few streaks of moonlight that crept into their room from the window.
Her hands shook as she tried to untie the rest of the corset, and despite her best efforts, her mind drifted away to the first night she spent with her husband. How he tried to make her feel comfortable but ultimately failed.
