The world was a cruel place, that's what they said. With bad people ready to steal what you value the most, with cold hearted and two faced strangers. Wearing pretty dresses, walking straight, giving orders and joining events. What a life to be admired, right? As the future queen this is all you've got and no one stopped to wonder... How are you actually doing? Till you met his eyes.

Kind, warm, softer than any satin you've ever worn. He's got those eyes that could undress you then hold you all night. And that's exactly what Eren did. You had no idea how you've let this total stranger from the city garden come close to you, talk, let alone hold you the whole night. Yet it was wrong even if it felt so good. You just needed air and space from the crowd so retreated in the city garden where he was seeking the same, just peace of mind from all common hardships.

He wasn't a price,nor a noble, nor a douche or any important figure. His worn out patched clothes and dirty shoes, counting some money he probably wasn't supposed to have in the back of an Inn. But you kept him close, because no money compared to his sweet handmade gifts, words and actions.

Eren was an orphan, that s what he knew and you accepted him for that. He didn't want to make it public tho, prefering to admire and support you from the crowd even if you always begged him to be close. But always came to you after, no matter the place.

"This life? Your life? That isn't for me. I'm cutting wood and building homes, I'm not made for this, but you,love? God,you're perfect."

One night you got invited to a political party with a noble family. Somehow one of the rare kind ones, genuine in actions, sad in soul as they always grieved the loss of their oldest son. And no amount of kids that they had could replace that. And it was just a mistake. A harmeless mistake that made you put the puzzle pieces together.

You saw the picture, the eyes, the features, the same pretty birthmark on the neck. The lost child wasn't dead, just trying to live by the day, working while being a good man. The lost child who was now the man holding her at night, embarassed to "stain" her reputation with his commoner status. Eren was actually more than a commoner, but the lost heir.

You planned this for a few days now. Begging again, dragging him out of the house into a car for a walk. A nice place,you convinced him, with a big garden. He had the right to know, they had the right to find out about their son. And you planned the Day to reveal Eren to his parents who were looking for him as much and never lost hope to see their boy.