Eren is sitting in the warm water, inside the large bath. His long hair is falling on his shoulders, and his tan skin, where scars engrave his epidermis, is illuminated by the candles all around him. A necklace with a key is hanging around his neck, and the small golden object is resting perfectly on his chest, between his tow pectorals. He arrived in the castle this morning, after a rough travel. And Eren’s perseverance can’t be denied. He traveled trough night, storm and snow. And now he’s here.

And ready to be washed, taken care of by you, a simple servant girl. You’ve been in this castle all your life. Your father was a gardener, your mother a cook, and now you’re a maid. It’s a decent life. Hard and tiring but it’s better than what other low born girls like you have to go trough to make a living.

You enter the room, which smell like lavender, with your towels and soap all stored in a bucket. The knight turns his head to you, showing a total blank face.

"Ser Jäger." You greet him, bowing slightly.