King leonhart: one day she will be queen, she will need a guard, a protector, can i ask you to do this for me?
Bertholdt: yes sir
King leonhart: i dont think you quite understand young hoover, being a queens Guard is a life long thing, are you prepared for that? You're so young, you should think more about this
Bertholdt: well, I've been friend's with your daughter for a while sir, i think she would be comfortable to see a friendly face, besides ever since i was young I've been training with my father sir
King leonhart: you're still young, training? For what?
Bertholdt: ....i...i actually don't know
King leonhart: i see, your father is a well known man, I'd like to have his son on my side
Bertholdt: thank you my king...um excuse me sir, i also have a friend, could he join as well?
King leonhart: name?
Bertholdt: Reiner braun
King leonhart: hmm, i remember him as a boy, I remember his training, the way he ran was, funny
Bertholdt: ...he was out of breath sir
King leonhart: is he fit to serve now?
Bertholdt: he will be sir
King leonhart: hmm
Bertholdt: ... i promise he wont affect you in any way sir, ill help him be the best he can be sir, please, i need him with me
King leonhart: hm? Why? He's just a friend
Bertholdt: ...yes and no...may i ask a question your majesty?
King leonhart: you may
Bertholdt: do you have any siblings?
King leonhart: i dont, niether do you hoover
Bertholdt: i do now sir
King leonhart: name?
Bertholdt: Reiner braun
King leonhart: hmm, very well, ill allow him to join, but i don't want him to be useless
Bertholdt: of course not sir, he's made of armor, thank you sir
King leonhart: hoover, listen to me now, theirs a war coming, and i want you at your best, have you been watching her train?
Bertholdt: i have, she hasn't noticed me, she's actually pretty good
King leonhart: i don't care how good she is, i don't want her fighting
Bertholdt: yes sir
King leonhart: you'll be her right hand, take care of my little annie
Bertholdt: sir, she has my sword and my life
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*in annies room she stares in the mirror*
Annie: hmm, my nose, is it really that big?
*hearing a squeak she turns to see her sister historia in the doorway walking to hug her*
Historia: oh annie you're so pretty
Annie: hey krista
Historia: historia
Annie: you're not queen yet your majesty
Historia: thats right, you're older so you'll be before me
Annie: thanks but no thanks, im not the queen type, im not so cheery like those naive little princess puppets
Historia: like me?
Annie: ..wait no i didn't mean you krista, you're not-
Historia: we'll have to work on your compliments sister
Annie: fine but im still not a queen
Historia: i disagree, you look very queeny
Annie: is that a word?
Historia: maybe, you have to put on your happy face for father
Annie: no, I've told him 20 times now i don't want to be queen, it should just skip me and go to you, no one would care
Historia: its traditional, thats what father says anyway
Annie: traditional my foot
Historia: annie reiss leonhart, language
Annie: my foot? Whatever, I've been training
Historia: ?annie you know you're not allowed to do that, if father finds out-
Annie: and he wont, you better not say anything
Historia: ...well, what are you training for?
Annie: no reason, i like it
Historia: but you're a princess, does Bertholdt know?
Annie: what? hey dont-
*historia opens the door to call Bertholdt, unaware that Bertholdt is standing right outside the door*
Bertholdt: princess Historia
Historia: oh there you are and call me krista ok? Im not queen yet, but do you know annie trains?
Bertholdt: trains? Like with swords?
Historia: mhm
Annie: bertholdt, get in here
Bertholdt: ...y-yes
Historia: hey annie
Annie: shh, what did she say Bertholdt?
Bertholdt: ...she said y-you train with swords
Annie: you cant tell my father alright?
Bertholdt: m-may i speak?
Annie: go
Bertholdt: annie its dangerous
Annie: thats enough, you wont tell my father
Bertholdt: of course
Annie: good, now get out
*Bertholdt still a bit worried continues to stand guard outside her door*
Historia: aw annie
Annie: you too, don't you have your own room? Go there now
Historia: im leaving anyway
Annie: good