Warning: Lemon lying ahead. Read at your own risk!
"Slow down on that Serhilda!"
"That porridge can choke the life out of you eating like that."
"I'm sorry! I'm just...excited!" She squealed. "Tch, what else can you be excited about except looking for new dresses?" Levi scowled. "I...Eren came by last night, and I'm coming over to his house to er...tell him something."
Petra couldn't stop smirking. "Oooh! There must be something going on between you two!" She cooed, leaving a blushing mess in the room for Serhilda. "Well...you could say that." Levi rolled his eyes at her response and neatly poured another pot of porridge.
"Care to tell us what's been going on with you two?" Petra questioned in a teasing manner, earning a red mess on Serhilda's cheeks. "W-Well..." She stuttered before speaking, "H-He sent me a letter last night...a-and..."
"He confessed."
A squeal was heard in the room, followed by a series of claps from Petra. Levi stared at his lover with a small scowl. "Not too loud, your noise is vibrating on the table, and soon the glass will break." He muttered.
"Oh come on Levi!" Petra whined and hugged him. "Tch. Fine, if he dares to hurt you Serhilda, just know I'll end him." Serhilda chuckled nervously, a sweat running down her forehead. "You shouldn't judge him just yet!" She said.
"Just trying to protect my sister." He mumbled. Mr. Ral smiled from Levi's remark, yet he turned away and left to go outside. His daughter and the other two were enjoying their conversation.
+•+
Lunch had been over for the Princess as she watched Jean leave the palace. "Hey, we're still looking for the Princess of the East, don't tell me you forgot what we came here for." She told him.
"Of course I didn't! Come on Historia, has there ever been a time where you took a break from your duties? I can help you look for a groom!" Jean replied. "No thanks, Prince Jean." She said with a little disdain in her tone.
"Lighten up. Right, I told you about the girl I saw in the town's stables? She looks promising."
"She doesn't need a Prince to rape her with his horse-like features."
"Hey! What's your problem?! I don't look like a horse!"
"Sure you are." Historia retorted and flipped her gown, and turning her heel back to the throne where she now sat, a smirk upon her face. "That girl may be pretty, but I don't have bad intentions for her." Jean murmured.
"Really? I doubt it."
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With a knock on the door, she waited patiently by the porch of the cabin. As soon as the door opened, Armin peered through. "Ah, Serhilda! What brings you here?" He asked. "May I see Eren?" She asked, a blush evident on her cheeks.
"Well, that's funny, he just went to go to your house just earlier." Armin said in an unsure tone. Serhilda frowned and scratched her head. "Any chance he's still there?" She asks and Armin shrugged.
"Sorry, but I'm not sure. If you want, you can go back to check if he's there...or wait for him if he comes back here."
"I think I'll go and look for him. Thanks Armin!" Serhilda said before leaving with a smile and a hopeful look on her face. Serhilda was walking through the path back to her town.
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Princess Ackermann
Fanfiction"But he who does not grasp the thorn, should never crave the rose."