Jean Kirstien, Prince of the land of Trost, now holds the burden of becoming the next heir to the thrown after his father died of a sudden illness. After a few years of agonizingly waiting, they made an announcement. A royal ball. Specifically in the name of him, to find his princess to marry and the key to ruling the kingdom, was to be performed. First he was hesitant, with all the perfectly postured, giggling, sophisticated fair maidens, until he approaches someone who caught his eye from afar. JEAN'S POV (Jearmin) (JeanxArmin) (ConniexSasha) (ErenxLevi)

When Jean Kirstein finally manages to muster up all the courage he has stowed away and ask out the girl of his dreams, Destiny comes in and completely, well... Fucks it up. Instead of his undying and unconditional love falling into the arms of Mikasa, it accidentally slips into the hands of Armin. Suspicious from the start, Armin is taken aback from the gift, until Jean assures the gift was specifically meant for him. WARNING: SPOILERS IN COMMENTS AND STORY