Save Me (Erekuri/Erestoria) [ON-HOLD INDEFINITELY]

Chapter 4

Eren's POV

Historia has been busy ever since this morning. She got up before I did, got dressed early, and was already in her study before I was completely out of bed. I thought that I'd be going through my first day here without spending time with her, but thankfully she waited for me to be up and ready so we could have breakfast together.

"So what do you do here all day?" I asked. We're currently in her study room right now. I sat in front of her desk as she gracefully did her paperwork like a professional.

"Study, read, sign...study," that was all she said.

"I meant anything other than that," I clarified. She shrugged, not saying anything. "Nothing? That's all the fun you have here? Literally nothing at all?" She looked up at me before focusing back to the documents.

"Well, this is kinda fun," she replied sarcastically.

"The fun kind of mental torture? I doubt that's even the slightest bit of enjoyable, your highness."

"If you're looking for fun then head out to the stables. I'll inform the—"

"It's not fun without you," I stated with clear seriousness in my tone. Historia froze then sighed.

"Well, I'm busy—"

"Then I'll stay with you until you're done," I said. "I offered you my help yesterday, remember? So if there's anything you need then tell me."

"Hmm," Historia took the idea to considerarion. "Maybe there is something you can do."

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I let out a deep sigh. Cleaning the shelves wasn't the kind if task I hoped for.

"Make sure you dust them all properly," Historia ordered. "Those books have been acting up my allergies lately."

"I wanted to be of assistance to you," I said.

"Well, you are of assitance," she looked up from her book. "You're making yourself useful by cleaning up my study. This place really needed some dusting and your presence is useful in this situation."

"I wanted to help you, not to be your part-time maid," I complained.

She focused back to her book. "You are being helpful, and you're not a maid. You're my part-time butler."

"Still a servant, your highness. Still a servant."

She shook her head. "Nope, you got that all wrong. Servants serve to get paid. You offered your services to me as a kind gesture."

"I'm your guest. Guests aren't supposed to serve you. You should accomodate them," I justified.

"Not precisely. Guests make their decisions on what to do. You offered your services to me and that was your choice," she countered.

"Ugh, I take that back."

"Too late. You already started so you might as well finish it."

"Sometimes it gets annoying the fact that you are smart."

"What do you expect? I'm queen," she smiled. "Don't underestimate me."