"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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THE DAYS HAD BEEN LONG AND QUIET, with the threat of war looming over everyone's shoulders, many nobles were no longer in such a hurry to be present in court.
Eren in particular was struggling to cope with the boredom, and it didn't help that none of his closest friends were around, or the fact that Hitch was becoming evermore suspicious of the nights Eren was missing from her bedside... and those nights he spent with [Name] were becoming strenuous.
The concept of "separating" his and her private life was proving to be difficult; she was hiding things from him, he could tell, and it was creating a rift of sorts, he felt farther from her than he'd hoped they would after their vows.
"Eren," Reiner said, setting his cup down, and dragging Eren out of his thoughts. "It's your turn."
Eren nodded and looked through his cards, doing his best to pick out the best card, when Bertholdt spoke out.
"Yeager, look Arlert is here." Berthold said gesturing towards the second floor of the Great Hall, in an instant, Eren jerked his head over, and sure enough, his friend passed by the staircase for a fleeting moment, before disappearing from his view.
He smacked his cards down onto the table and yelled, "I'm knocking!"
"Eren! You can't just knock mid-game." Reiner hissed, as all the other men at the table reached over to look at the hand he'd been dealt, but Eren didn't care. After all, he hadn't seen Armin in weeks.
When Eren finally reached the top of the second floor of the Great Hall, it only took him a moment to find his friend. Armin was on one of the Hall's balconies, staring intently at the snow-covered fields in front of them, holding a worn leather folder in one hand.
"Armin!" Eren exclaimed before he enveloped his friend in a hug, so aggressively, that it nearly made Armin stumble backwards. "Dear lord, where have you been?"
"Eren," Armin said simply, clearly stumbling for words. "I've–I've been home."
Eren had to hold back a frown as he pulled away from his friend, who was acting slightly too anxious for his liking.
"Are you alright?" Eren questioned, tilting his head to the side. "You're acting quite strange."
"You think so?" Armin said quickly, his eyes darting back down to the snow-covered field, before looking back up at Eren. "I'm just recovering from a fever, it might take me a moment to fall back into things."
"You had a fever?" Eren asked. "Why didn't anyone alert me? I would've gone straight to your estate had I known."
Armin shook his head. "It was nothing serious, there was no need to alarm anybody... you know how people get when there's a whiff of death."
