The reflection of sunlight is hiding among the clouds as dusk approaches. Almost falling off the horse from the rush, and then there she is. Historia has that empty gaze again, looking at the field while sitting in a wooden chair, a sight that always breaks your heart.

"It will soon be born." She whispers with a hand on her stomach. There will always be a deep sadness in a woman who’s not happy with her pregnancy.

The weight of a duty is consuming her and those around her have noticed it more easily. After all it's the queen herself who’s in charge of saving her people.

Once she feels you approach, her eyes meet yours. That look that was once full of hope now seemed completely empty. Like a woman whose soul was taken away. "Do you want to feel it?" Historia asks with her hand already grabbing yours naturally.

She's used to touching you. Even if other members of the royal guard see it strange. "Feel it." She murmurs as she places your hand on her stomach. The small life inside the queen's womb is the only hope of protecting Paradis during this time of war.

Nobody deserves to go through this. Forcing oneself to become a baby machine for the sake of the Eldians.

There were lonely nights in which Historia only found comfort in writing dedicated letters to her only confidant, her royal guard and lover. Letters in which she expressed the sadness and helplessness she felt, and the wishes she had that one day you would arrive on your horse and take her out of that cabin to flee together.

If only she could be free to love a woman like she's supposed to love a man.