Tbate | Short Stories

Sylvia's Daugther

Hey guys It's been a while and I know that I haven't posted, uni has been really stressful lately so I couldn't write much.

While I was on break I came up with an interesting AU, most people find it weird for Arthur to be in a relationship with Sylvia because of their age difference and the same is with Sylvie, but what if Sylvia had an older daughter, a daughter around Arthur's age.

How would the story change? What relationship would they have? It isn't much but I just wanted to know what you guys would think of a fanfic with a relationship between Arthur and Sylvie's supposedly older sister? I for one would think it would be very interesting, both to see how the story changes and how their relationship would evolve over time.

Arthur LeywinPOV

Even before I was able to open my eyes, the first thing I became aware of was the soft creaking of footsteps on old wood. Echoes of groaning floorboards resounded in my ears, allowing me to get a vague grasp of the size of the room I was held in.

An array of intoxicating smells—rich with unfamiliar herbs and spices—bombarded my senses, distracting me from anything else. Opening my eyes, the first thing to welcome me was the underside of a cottage roof. Besides the parched coarseness of my tongue from lack of water, my body felt fine; or at least, I thought, until I tried moving.

To my horror, there was no response when I tried to lift my legs; there was no sensation or feedback when I tried moving anything from the waist down. I immediately lifted the blankets covering my lower body, only to see that my legs had been completely bandaged and fashioned tightly to a wooden splint to keep them from moving.

"Your legs are fine, Arthur. My grandmother just numbs them so that you wouldn't be up all night," a gentle, yet soothing voice stirred my attention.

Turning to the soothing voice I was met with an enchanting smile gracing the face of a young woman in her early teens -who by the looks of it- is a little older than I am.

She had jewels for eyes, platted with molten gold, that which shone so brightly in the night sky above us. Her hair was just as eye-catching, brilliant white and blond hair curled up in a bun showing off the nape of her neck. She wore an off-the-shoulder dress that exposed only her shoulders and arms. A translucent veil connected her breast to her neckline exposing everything in-between just barely, then going up and wrapping her neck to keep everything connected. A grey shawl wrapped around her forearms, making her entire appearance even more eye-catching.

"-ou feel?"

"How do you feel, Arthur?" Her voice cooed once again, positioning her hand on my forehead. I then realized that I was staring at her for too long. I scratched my cheek in embarrassment. She tilted her head, letting out a delicate smile, "Ah I'm fine thank you" I finally let out an answer to her question.

It was then that I finally came to my senses and recalled what had happened; the last thing I remembered was landing a solid blow on the titan bear before passing out. I turned my head around, scanning my surroundings. I was in a spacious room, well-lit and heated by a fire crackling in a stone fireplace. Beside it was a small kitchen muddled with pots and pans of all sizes either hanging on the wall or stacked high on top of each other. Besides the worn upholstered couches placed around the fireplace and a small dining table in front of the kitchen, there was little else inside this cottage.

"Confused?" the young-woman chuckled.

"Yeah, am I—are we—still in Epheotus?" I replied hoarsely before breaking down into a fit of coughs. The young-woman promptly got up from her seat beside me and came back with a mug of lukewarm water. After a few deep gulps of what tasted like liquid heaven, I felt confident enough to form cohesive words.