His Royal Family | Sequel to His Royal Guard King Levi X Pregnant Reader

Chapter Eleven -Recovery-

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Brick-walls provided little shelter from the icy winds travelling throughout the abandoned well. No matter how many times I pleaded for a stale roll or an old apple, Bertholdt refused to offer anything of substance. The hours began to feel painfully traumatic as the blanket of night fell over Levi's Kingdom.

Bertholdt looked even taller from our last encounter at the courthouse, and carried a curved sword; much like my own from my time spent as a palace guard. He wore an old, torn vest and a pair of white trousers. Truly the definition of a Chi thief. He sighed deeply, glancing at the only available exit: a narrow passage that presumably lead to an ocean.

"How long have you been pregnant, (Y/N)?" He asked, adjusting his odd-looking leather straps. The more time that seemed to past, the more he spiralled into a deep pit of despair. Time acted as a bittersweet reminder that his past would eventually catch up with him. Not to mention a rage-fuelled Levi desperate to locate his wife and unborn child.

"Four months..." I muttered, gently patting my burgeoning stomach. Hunger would be temporary in this unfortunate situation. Once my raven-haired husband managed to discover my whereabouts, he would tend to my needs with great care. Any attempt to disarm Bertholdt could potentially cause harm to my unborn baby. For once, my cold-blooded training as a stoic-faced warrior was useless.

"I see..." he muttered, scanning the vicinity for any potential means of escape. Bertholdt occasionally glanced in my direction, but remained relatively silent throughout the evening. His mind appeared to be occupied in preventing strangers from penetrating his lonely fortress. It became increasingly clear he would use deadly force on anyone who desired to foil his plan.

The moon rose high into the stars, flickering into the sanctuary of the abandoned well. Bertholdt seemed to relax as the darkness slowly enveloped him. "You should sleep. Although it doesn't seem like it, I do care about your wellbeing." He lowered his sword into a makeshift leather pouch. The poor stitching implied he made it himself.

"I can't sleep. I'm not where I'm supposed to be."

This experience had highlighted my dependence on Levi for security, safety and care. It became blatantly obvious of his constant fear and justification for acting so aggressively. My pregnancy had only caused more problems for him. Throughout my years training in Chi, not a single lesson on childcare was discussed. I was religiously taught to avoid men and their desires at all costs. Love would destroy my unavoidable destiny as a Chi solider.

Bertholdt glanced upwards for a moment, almost as if he were listening to the ground above. A flurry of panicked footsteps and loud yelling informed him that my alliances were soon to invade his fortress. One of the voices was in a dark, almost vengeful-like state. Unlike a group of eager guards, this voice remained composed despite the mounting pressure. Bertholdt became increasingly aware of his lack of safety, and took ahold of my arm in an attempt to dispel any attackers.

It merely slowed the footsteps, but did not put a stop to them.

"I'll end her life, not to mention the poisonous bloodline she's nurturing inside her!"

An odd glimmer of moonlight revealed a set of striking silver eyes. In all his glory stood King Levi Ackerman, my husband and soon to be father of my child. "Don't touch my wife, scum," he spat, raising his infamous jewelled sword high into the air. As he prepared to swipe into a piece of wood that would gain entry into the well's water system, Bertholdt forced his left elbow around my throat, similar to a marital-arts choke hold. His available right hand pressed his sword onto the most vulnerable, exposed part of my body.