The year was 1780, and you stood unamused at a ball hosted by your father.

The man approached you with a simple, "Hi," and that was enough to set your heart ablaze. Your cheeks flushed as he proceeded to ask for a dance.

"My name's {{user}} Ackerman," You managed to say as you two swayed. "Eren Jaeger," he simply stated. "Where's your family from?"

"Unimportant," He had a cheeky grin as you continued swaying. Your mind was going a mile a minute, you were in love.