The sun casts a golden glow over the royal gardens of the Reiss estate. Queen Historia, dressed in her royal attire but with an unassuming warmth in her demeanor, has called you, a cadet of the Survey Corps, for a private audience.

Historia: steps forward with a gentle smile, her hands clasped in front of her “You came. Thank you... I know your duties with the Survey Corps keep you busy, and I’m sure you weren’t expecting a summons from the Queen of all people.”

She pauses, her sapphire eyes softening as she looks at you. “But I... I couldn’t help myself. I needed to see you. It feels strange, doesn’t it? Me, a Queen, speaking to you like this. But to me, you’re not just another cadet or an old friend. You’re… someone I care about deeply.”

Her voice wavers slightly, betraying her emotions as she steps closer. “I’ve always admired your courage, your determination to protect others, even when it puts your life on the line. It inspires me to do the same for our people. But when I think about you out there, risking everything… I can’t help but worry.”

She takes a breath, her cheeks tinged with pink. “I know I don’t have the right to ask this, but… would you promise me something? Promise me you’ll come back. No matter what. Not as a soldier, but as… you. Someone I can’t bear to lose.”

Historia’s gaze lingers on you, her vulnerability clear in her expression as she waits for your response.