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In a land torn apart by war and political unrest, a beacon of hope emerged when Levi Ackerman, a man known for his unyielding strength and unmatched tactical brilliance, ascended the throne. As king, Levi brought stability and peace to a kingdom that had long suffered under tyranny. His rule was firm but just, earning him the loyalty of his people and the respect of even his enemies.At his side was Queen Mikasa Ackerman, a warrior as fierce as she was compassionate. She had fought by Levi's side in the past, their bond forged through battles and shared dreams of a better future. As queen, Mikasa was deeply beloved by the people for her kindness and unwavering dedication to the kingdom. Though she had traded her blades for royal duties, her presence in the court was a reminder of the strength that once defended the realm.In the palace, life was peaceful and filled with anticipation. Mikasa, now with child, found herself embraced by the love and care of her husband and their closest allies. Levi, though ever composed, couldn’t hide his subtle but genuine excitement for the arrival of their firstborn. He ensured that Mikasa was shielded from any stress or harm, personally overseeing every detail of her care and the palace's security.The kingdom, too, shared in their joy. Celebrations were being planned, and preparations were underway to welcome the heir to the throne. Streets were decorated with banners, and the people eagerly awaited the day they could rejoice together as one united nation.Though both Levi and Mikasa had lived through countless hardships, they now stood on the brink of a new chapter, one filled with hope and promise. For the first time in years, they allowed themselves to dream of a peaceful future—not just for themselves, but for their child and the kingdom they had worked so hard to protect.
In the intricate web of political alliances, the kingdom of Hizuru proposed a union to strengthen ties with Levi’s realm. At the heart of this alliance was Historia Reiss, a princess from a neighboring kingdom known for her grace and beauty. Her marriage to Levi was not born out of love but necessity—a calculated move to secure peace and bolster both kingdoms' power. Levi, pragmatic as always, agreed to the arrangement, though his heart remained firmly with Mikasa.To the court and the people, Historia was a paragon of virtue. She presented herself as a kind, soft-spoken woman who dutifully played the role of consort, winning the affection of many within the palace. She publicly supported Mikasa, speaking warmly of her and appearing to celebrate the impending birth of her child. But beneath her angelic facade lurked a devilish nature.Historia despised Mikasa, seeing her as a rival not only for Levi’s affection but also for the power and influence Mikasa wielded as queen. The knowledge that Levi’s heart belonged entirely to Mikasa only fueled her resentment. However, Historia was a master manipulator. She concealed her true feelings behind carefully constructed smiles, gentle words, and gestures that seemed to signal unity. In private, however, she schemed relentlessly, searching for ways to undermine Mikasa and secure a more dominant position in the court.Despite Historia's efforts to keep her true nature hidden, Mikasa's sharp instincts made her wary. She noticed the subtle slights and the fleeting moments when Historia’s mask slipped, revealing flashes of malice. Still, Mikasa chose to tread carefully, knowing that Historia’s role as consort was a delicate matter that could affect the alliance between their kingdoms. Levi, on the other hand, was less forgiving of falsehoods. Though he tolerated Historia for the sake of political stability, he trusted Mikasa implicitly and made it clear where his loyalties lay.As the days passed and Mikasa’s pregnancy progressed, Historia’s jealousy only grew. The prospect of Mikasa bearing Levi’s heir—a symbol of their union and the kingdom’s future—was a constant reminder of her own powerless position in Levi’s heart. Yet, she bided her time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike, all the while maintaining her image as the sweet, devoted consort.In the shadows of the palace’s grandeur, a silent battle began to brew, one of hidden agendas, unspoken tension, and the clash of wills. While Levi and Mikasa prepared for the joyous arrival of their child, Historia plotted her next move, determined to change the course of their lives—and perhaps the future of the kingdom itself.The palace had been shrouded in unease for days as Queen Mikasa fell gravely ill just a few days before Prince Eren's first birthday. What began as a minor ailment quickly escalated into something far more serious. Despite the efforts of the kingdom’s most skilled physicians, no one could identify the cause of her illness, let alone find a cure.Levi stayed by her side, his usual composure cracking as he watched the woman he loved grow weaker with each passing hour. Eren, too young to understand, would often be brought to her chambers, and Mikasa’s tired eyes would light up at the sight of him. She would hold him close, whispering soft words of love and reassurance, even as her strength waned.On the night before her final moments, the air in the palace was heavy with despair. Mikasa, her voice barely above a whisper, called for Levi. He sat by her bedside, his hand gently holding hers.“Levi,” she said, her voice frail but steady, “promise me… promise me you’ll protect Eren. No matter what happens, he must grow up strong and free. He’s our future… your legacy.”Levi’s throat tightened, and for a moment, he couldn’t speak. He rarely let his emotions show, but now his eyes betrayed the storm within him. Finally, he nodded. “I promise, Mikasa. I’ll protect him. With everything I have.”A faint smile graced her lips, and she weakly reached up to touch his face. “Thank you… for everything,” she murmured. “I love you.”Levi held her hand against his cheek, his voice breaking as he replied, “I love you too.”As the first light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, Mikasa took her final breath. Her passing was quiet, peaceful, and yet it left a void so profound that the entire kingdom felt its weight.When the news of the queen’s death spread, grief enveloped the palace and the people. Mikasa had been more than a queen; she was a symbol of strength and compassion, a warrior who had brought hope and peace to a once-fractured kingdom.Levi, now a widower and single father, stood before his people, stoic but hollow. With Mikasa gone, his promise to protect Eren became his sole anchor. Though the pain of her loss was unbearable, Levi resolved to honor her final wish. He would ensure that their son grew up in a world she had fought to create—a world of peace, strength, and freedom.But in the shadows of the palace, Historia watched with a twisted sense of satisfaction. Mikasa’s death had created a void, one she intended to fill. With the queen gone, she saw an opportunity to position herself closer to Levi and the throne, her schemes taking a new and dangerous shape.As Levi mourned, unaware of the storm brewing behind closed doors, he held Eren close, silently vowing to shield him from the darkness threatening to consume their lives.
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In the days following Mikasa’s death, the palace grew colder, quieter. Levi, once a man of unshakable resolve, found himself struggling with grief that threatened to consume him. Every time he looked at Eren, his son’s wide, curious eyes reminded him too much of Mikasa—the same intensity, the same quiet strength. The pain was unbearable. Though Levi loved his son, his heart couldn’t handle the constant reminder of his loss. Slowly, almost unconsciously, he began to distance himself from Eren.Eren, now a year old, didn’t understand the change. He cried for his father, but Levi’s silence and avoidance only deepened the void left by his mother’s absence. Hanji Zoe, one of Levi’s oldest and most trusted friends, couldn’t bear to see the boy suffer. Hanji, known for her eccentric but kind nature, stepped in.“Levi,” she said one day, cornering him in the dimly lit halls of the palace. “I know you’re hurting. We all are. But Eren… he needs you. You’re all he has now.”Levi didn’t respond. He simply walked past her, his shoulders tense, his expression blank. Hanji sighed, understanding that words wouldn’t reach him, at least not yet. So she took matters into her own hands.Hanji began to care for Eren as if he were her own child. She cradled him when he cried, played with him in the gardens, and told him stories about his mother’s strength and bravery. Under her care, Eren began to smile again, though the absence of his father left a wound too deep for Hanji to mend.Meanwhile, within the palace, the ministers convened in secret. The loss of the queen and Levi’s apparent withdrawal raised concerns about the stability of the kingdom. With Levi focusing on his grief and the needs of his son seemingly neglected, the ministers saw an opportunity.It was Historia who approached them first, her facade of kindness firmly in place. “The kingdom needs stability,” she said, her tone soft but persuasive. “King Levi is a brilliant leader, but even he cannot shoulder this burden alone. The people need a queen to guide them, to provide hope.”Though some ministers hesitated, the majority agreed. Historia had already earned their favor through her public displays of grace and devotion. She played her part perfectly, pretending to mourn Mikasa while subtly highlighting her own strengths and capabilities.Soon, a decision was reached: Historia would be crowned as queen. The announcement was made under the guise of ensuring the kingdom’s stability, but it sparked whispers and rumors among the people. Some were wary of Historia, questioning the timing of her rise to power. Others, enchanted by her public persona, welcomed her ascension.Levi, still drowning in grief, offered little resistance. He attended Historia’s coronation in silence, standing like a statue as she ascended the throne. Though he trusted no one, Levi’s apathy allowed the ministers to proceed unchallenged.But in the depths of his sorrow, Levi remained unaware of the danger Historia posed—not just to him, but to Eren. Behind her kind smile, Historia’s ambitions burned brighter than ever. With the crown now hers, she set her sights on the one thing standing between her and absolute power: the young prince who bore Mikasa’s legacy.
Five years had passed since Mikasa's death, and the kingdom had changed in many ways. Eren, now six years old, had grown into a quiet but perceptive child. Though still too young to fully understand the dynamics of the palace, he had learned early on to tread carefully around certain people—especially Queen Historia.One day, when the court physician confirmed that Eren had presented as an omega, whispers spread through the palace like wildfire. Omegas were rare among royalty, and while their status didn’t inherently disqualify them from the throne, it posed a complication: if King Levi were to father an alpha son, that child would take precedence over Eren in the line of succession.Historia, who had always viewed Eren as a threat to her ambitions, now found herself secretly pleased by the revelation. For years, she had feared that Eren, the symbol of Levi and Mikasa’s love, would forever stand in the way of her ultimate goal—absolute power. Now, however, she saw an opportunity.If she could bear an alpha son for Levi, Eren would lose his claim to the crown. But there was one problem: Historia couldn’t conceive. Despite years of trying and numerous consultations with the best healers and alchemists, no child came. This failure ate away at her, fueling her jealousy and resentment toward Eren.Behind closed doors, Historia became consumed with the idea of producing an heir. She tried every remedy, every potion, every prayer, but nothing worked. Her frustration turned to desperation, and that desperation soon became obsession.The palace servants whispered of her growing cruelty, especially toward Eren. While she maintained her facade of kindness in public, behind the scenes, she found subtle ways to undermine and isolate him. She ensured he was kept away from important court gatherings and often dismissed his accomplishments.Eren, sharp for his age, felt the coldness in her gaze and the disdain behind her words, even if he couldn’t fully understand why. His refuge remained with Hanji, who continued to care for him as if he were her own. Under Hanji’s protection, Eren grew stronger, inheriting the resilience of his parents.Levi, though still distant, watched Eren from the shadows. His grief over Mikasa hadn’t faded, but he couldn’t deny the boy’s resemblance to her—both in appearance and spirit. Yet, Levi’s avoidance only deepened the divide between them, leaving Eren longing for a connection with his father.Meanwhile, Historia’s desperation reached new heights. She began seeking out forbidden practices and dubious advisors, determined to find a way to conceive. But the more she obsessed over bearing an heir, the more her carefully constructed facade began to crack.Unbeknownst to Historia, her inability to conceive was not just a personal failure but a brewing political issue. The ministers, once her staunch supporters, began to question her worth as queen. If she couldn’t produce an heir, what was the point of her alliance with Levi? Whispers of discontent began to circulate, and the fragile foundation of her power started to tremble.Despite her growing frustrations, Historia’s hatred for Eren only deepened. To her, the boy was a constant reminder of Mikasa’s presence and the love Levi would never give her. But Eren, though young, had inherited more than just his mother’s strength—he carried her spirit of defiance. And no matter how much Historia tried to diminish him, she couldn’t extinguish the fire in his heart.The stage was set for a confrontation between Historia’s growing desperation and Eren’s quiet resilience, as the kingdom’s future hung in the balance. And though Levi remained withdrawn, the day was fast approaching when he would have to confront not only his grief but the threats looming over his son.
After years of relentless effort and obsession, Historia's prayers were finally answered—she became pregnant. The news spread through the kingdom like wildfire, a moment of celebration for the court and a sigh of relief for the ministers who had grown restless about the lack of an heir. Historia basked in the attention, using it to solidify her position as queen.Months later, Historia gave birth to a healthy baby boy. She named him Zeck, a name she carefully chose to symbolize strength and dominance. From the moment she held him in her arms, her ambitions for the child became clear: Zeck would present as an alpha, and he would become the rightful heir to the throne.While the court celebrated the birth of the new prince, Historia’s mind was already consumed with plans. She became fiercely protective of Zeck, ensuring he received the finest care, the most elite tutors, and every advantage possible. She refused to allow even the slightest flaw in his upbringing.“Zeck will be the perfect alpha,” she whispered to herself, watching the infant sleep. “And he will take everything that boy holds dear.”Her hatred for Eren only deepened with Zeck’s birth. Though she continued to play the role of the kind and loving queen, Historia made it her mission to elevate Zeck while subtly undermining Eren at every turn. She used her influence to push Eren further into the shadows, ensuring that the court saw him as weak and unfit to rule.Despite her efforts, Eren remained resilient. Hanji’s unwavering care and guidance had shaped him into a strong and clever child, one who carried himself with quiet dignity even in the face of adversity. Historia’s subtle attempts to belittle him only seemed to fuel his determination to prove himself.Levi, however, was conflicted. The birth of Zeck stirred mixed emotions within him. On one hand, he was grateful for another child, a second chance to build a family. On the other, he couldn’t ignore the rift between himself and Eren. He knew he had failed his firstborn, distancing himself out of grief, and the guilt weighed heavily on him.As the years passed, Historia became increasingly obsessed with ensuring Zeck’s future dominance. She surrounded him with the best, constantly comparing him to Eren and highlighting his supposed superiority. But fate has a way of defying expectations, and Historia’s carefully laid plans may not unfold as she envisioned.Eren, with his mother’s fire and his father’s resilience, was not one to be underestimated. Though the road ahead was fraught with challenges, his spirit burned brighter with each obstacle. The kingdom may have been Historia’s chessboard, but Eren was determined not to be a pawn in her game.