It had been two months since Historia had officially become queen, and Levi had thrown his full support behind her initiative to provide a home for the orphans of the Underground City. After all, he had come from there too.

The orphanage stood proudly at the heart of the farmland, a grand transformation of confiscated noble estates into a peaceful sanctuary. The vast expanse of quiet rural land stretched as far as the eye could see—a stark contrast to the grimy, cramped streets where Levi had spent his childhood. It was a world away from the life he had survived as a child, and now this place offered the children something he had never known—safety, comfort, and hope.

You walked beside him as the two of you toured the orphanage, passing rooms filled with books, toys, and supplies—donations meant to ensure that the children could live in comfort. The orphanage was nothing short of a haven, a world removed from the cruel existence Levi and these children once knew. You matched his steady pace, walking in silence. Though Levi was quiet, the weight of his thoughts was almost palpable.

The wooden floor creaked softly beneath his boots as he stopped in front of a large window, his gaze settling on the yard outside where younger children played, their laughter and shouts echoing across the open space. You watched as they chased each other, their joy a sharp contrast to Levi's usual silence.

Levi’s steel blue eyes narrowed slightly as he watched them, his posture stiff, his expression difficult to read. His face softened only the tiniest fraction. "Of all things, I never thought I'd live to see the day something like this would exist," Levi muttered under his breath, his voice flat, though you could sense the depth of his emotions behind the words.