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If Ymir had known that this was going to happen, she would have never even spared a thought to kidnapping the princess. In hindsight, her plan had been absolutely perfect: sneak into the kingdom of Trost, gain everyone’s trust and admiration, and when everyone was least expecting it, kidnap the princess to assert her power as the evil overlord of the Titan realm. Everything had worked perfectly; she had managed to bring the tiny dame all the way to her castle before those knuckleheads even noticed that there was something wrong. In hindsight, maybe things had worked a little too perfectly, and now Ymir was left with bigger problems than an impending war between her kingdom and Trost.
“Oh Ymir, where did you go?” a voice sweet like honey called for her, but Ymir knew that that honey was mixed with quite possibly the most deadly poison known to man. She pushed herself a little closer to the wall she was hugging, and she thought with bitterness how such a tiny blonde princess could bring the Titan overlord into a shivering mess.
“Are we playing hide and seek again? I love how you know me so well! But you know,” footsteps came closer to Ymir and she swore that her heart was going to pop out of her chest, “I don’t like playing games for too long.” The warmth that had once been in the sweet voice vanished, bringing goosebumps to the dark overlord.
How did things get this bad?
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“Oi! It’s your turn to look after the princess today!” A tall, muscular blonde boy yelled after Ymir, and she thought with awful glee how she was going to enjoy betraying him the most. Reiner had been a pain in her ass since day one, and she made sure to rub it in his face when she overthrew this kingdom for her own.
“Yea, yea! Shut yer trap Reiner, I’m getting to it!” Ymir lazily made her way back into the castle.
She took in her surroundings: a huge stone castle that seemed to reach the sky, adorned with green and white banners bearing two wings. The kingdom of Trost was known for being the kingdom of freedom as well as one of the fiercest kingdoms in the world. If they had decided to declare war on another kingdom, the other citizens would weep in fear. Trost had never lost a battle, and no one dared to get on the kingdom’s bad side.
Well, except me, Ymir chuckled darkly to herself. It had been easy to infiltrate the place. She had posed as a beggar and stole some fruit, letting herself be caught. Trost was also known for being soft to its citizens; instead of punishing her with lashings or whips, they had decided that she were to serve the king and his family as a servant.
Staircases that seemed to go on forever stared Ymir in the face. Portraits of past kings and queens decorated the halls, eyes of the royal blue seemingly staring at her every movement. Sunlight poured through the open windows, basking the castle in a warm glow. It was a truly beautiful place. It was a pity that it was going to crumble to the floor when Ymir was done with it.
Finally, the freckled woman stopped in front of a door decorated crudely with glitter and crayon drawings. She banged on the door, waited for five seconds, then promptly slammed open the door.
“Did you let the orphan brats decorate your room again?” Ymir bluntly asked the inhabitant of the room.
Instead of an answer, she got a pillow thrown rather hard at her face.
“Y-Ymir! What did I say about knocking!” The princess screamed as she scrambled to gather a blanket off her bed.
“You said to do it. So I did.” Ymir responded with disinterest and annoyance. The princess quickly covered herself with the blanket and glared at her servant.
“And I said to wait!” Another pillow was thrown at the freckled intruder, but she quickly dodged it.
“Would ya quit that? It’s starting to annoy me.”
“Then leave my room so I can finish changing!” The princess screamed once more. Tired of her shrieks, Ymir left the room with a huff.
She contemplated kidnapping another child of the royal family, but she ultimately decided that she couldn’t. The kingdom of Trost had a tradition: the next monarch had to be from the family or Reiss, and the true ruler of the kingdom would bear the same blue eyes that the first king had. Although an illegitimate child, princess Historia was the only child in the royal family that had the royal Reiss blue eyes. Her elder sister Frieda had blue eyes as well, but she had passed away before Ymir had arrived. Ymir had to get Historia - Trost couldn’t risk losing another future monarch.
A soft cough interrupted her thoughts.
“You may come in now.” Historia had opened her door, her face dusted a light pink. Ymir ignored it.
“So what’s up short stuff?” Ymir walked and flopped on the princess’s bed. Historia looked at her with a hint of annoyance, so Ymir made a bit of a show of her getting comfortable to further annoy the princess. Historia resigned herself and took a seat next to Ymir.
“It appears that the Titan kingdom is throwing caution to the wind and planning an attack on us.” Historia looked at her hands solemnly, and it took Ymir all she had to not chuckle.
“Oh? And how did you find this out?”
“Another letter was delivered to the foot of father’s bed.” Historia released a frustrated sigh and ruffled her hair. “I don’t understand how those bastards keep managing to sneak in! And only to leave a letter? They’re mocking us!”
You bet your sweet ass that I am, Ymir laughed inside her head. “It seems to me that Trost has some competition on their hands.”
Historia turned to hotly glare at the freckled brunette. Ymir only shrugged; Trost had no idea how to deal with her kingdom, and it filled her with glee.
“Father...father will manage. Those rotten beasts will regret messing with us.”
“Oh?” Ymir wasn’t angry, in fact it was the contrary. The princess was more talk than she was action. “You really think so?”
“I do! Trost is the mightiest kingdom in the world, and no one will take us down. In fact, when we win, I’ll...I’ll...I’ll make that bastard queen kneel before me for forgiveness!” Historia proudly exclaimed. Ymir felt herself grow annoyed.
“Really now. You, the tiny princess, are going to make the queen of the mighty titans kneel before you?” Ymir sat herself up to stare at the tiny blonde. “You, the smallest of the royal children. You, the youngest of the royal children. You, who have no battle experience- or any experience as a matter of fact.” With every “you” that she spoke, Ymir got closer to the tiny blonde until she was practically pinning the princess against her headboard.
Historia stared at Ymir in shocked silence, the slight pink dusting her cheeks once again. The titan queen had to admit, the young princess was cute. With hair the color of the sun, eyes that resembled the deep and vast ocean, and plump pink lips that spoke only compliments, it was easy to see why the kingdom loved her.
It was easy to see why Ymir needed to kidnap her.
Ymir quickly retracted herself. The sun was beginning to set, and the hazy golds and oranges began to set Historia’s room a glow. Ymir got off the bed and stretched; she would need it for all the running she was about to do.
“Princess, how about we take a stroll?” She offered her hand to Historia who stared at it warily. “C’mon, I’m trying to apologize for being an asshole.” Historia chuckled and softly accepted Ymir’s hand. Things were going smoothly so far, and Ymir led the princess out of her room and to the entrance of the forest behind the castle.
“Ymir?” Historia spoke after a while of walking. “What are we doing in the forest?”
Ymir didn’t respond, instead just tugging on Historia’s hand and pulling the princess into the forest. The sun had set, leaving only the moon as their source of light. Ymir grinned to herself; things were going perfectly.
“Ymir?” Historia once again spoke. “What are-” Her words were muffled as Ymir held her in a tight embrace. The princess felt her face grow hot and reciprocated the hug. Ymir paid her no mind; the guards were out on their nightly patrol. It would be a pain in the ass to escape them while trying to kidnap the princess.
Once they left, Ymir let go of Historia and once again began tugging on her hand to lead her away. They walked in silence, listening to the soft noises of the animals in the forest.
Ymir abruptly stopped near a lake, causing Historia to softly bump into her.
“Ymir? What are we doing here?” Historia asked. The pale light of the moon lit up her face, showcasing the bright pink that she held in her cheeks. Historia could feel her heart skip a beat at what Ymir had brought her here for; the young princess had admired the freckled servant since she arrived. Their frequent banter over the few months that Ymir had stayed had strangely touched Historia’s heart. No one had ever acted that way with her, no one but Ymir.
Ymir silently got down on both knees, leaving Historia to look at her in confusion.
“Ymir?”
Ymir mumbled something inaudible.
“Can you repeat that Ymir? I didn’t hear you.”
“You said that you would make the bastard queen of the titans kneel before you. I thought I might as well indulge you.” Ymir sent the princess a crooked smile.
Historia paled as she realized what Ymir’s words meant, but she could not utter another word. In a flash of brilliant light, Ymir had been replaced with a gigantic hideous beast and grabbed Historia in her hands, running off into the night.
Ymir chuckled at how things had gone so right.