Levi POV
The pounding in his head broke Levi out of his sleep and he woke with a sore throat and sticky eyes. Groaning he put a hand to the back of his head where the pain was the worst.
What the fuck happened?
With exhaustion filling his limbs and dizziness fighting its way up his body he grabbed the nearest thing to hold on to – which turned out to be a mattress. His mattress. The mattress he was lying on.
Levi winced when he moved and a sharp pain shot through his head, almost as if its only purpose was to tear his brain apart.
"You are awake."
The hoarse voice came from somewhere close to him. Levi shook his head and felt the wet strands of hair sticking to his forehead and cheeks.
Wet?
He carefully touched them, felt the cold of the drops against his fingertips and opened his eyes, not knowing just what exactly he had expected to see. But it surely wasn't this.
The room was dark, a sign that it must still be in the middle of the night. But when he turned his head he thought to see the glimpse of red from outside the palace, where the sun was ready to head all the way up to the sky.
Levi grabbed the mattress, craving some kind of assurance that this wasn't just a dream. That the prince in front of him was just a trick of his mind. Imagination. Because the thought of the Second Prince – the wanted enemy of his king – leaning nonchalantly and with crossed arms against his wardrobe was just that absurd.
"Fucking tell me this is a dream.", he muttered and tried to get up, to get his body moving and maybe his mind to break out of this strange fantasy or whatever this joke was.
When he glanced back at the prince he thought to see the corners of his mouth twitching up.
"I wouldn't move around yet.", the dark-haired man said softly, the sound quiet but still too loud in the otherwise silent room.
"Don't fucking tell me what to do."
He wasn't about to tell the brat about the ground that was definitely shaking underneath his feet and the slight nausea in his stomach that would have surely pushed all the food inside it up – but Levi couldn't even remember when he had last eaten. Must have been after he trained those new cadets yesterday.
The prince moved around and the rustling of his shoes attracted Levi's attention again.
"What are you doing here?" He rubbed his face with one hand. "It's dangerous for you to be here."
The prince traced the wooden lines of the wardrobe with his long fingers and watched them with tight lips.
"I know."
"Then why are you here?"
Suddenly those orbs of emerald, stunning like a sunset and vibrating like nothing Levi had ever seen, were fixated on him and for a second he saw nothing but those eyes. Hard and yet compassionate, the soul behind them broken and yet strong enough to fight back.
"You were hurt."
Levi swallowed.
The prince sent him a small, apologetic smile and shrugged, leaving the wood of the wardrobe alone to step over until he was standing right in front of Levi's bed. Only a few feet away. It would be so easy to pin him down and wait for the guards to show up and arrest him.
His eyes danced over the blanket Levi was resting upon and with a flinch Levi knew what seemed so out of place in this picture – Izzy.
The dog wasn't barking at the prince, nor did she threaten him in any way. A glance to the side showed him that the dog was still asleep next to him and only the tension in her body told Levi that she was awake enough to save him should he be in any kind of danger.
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Fanfiction|| Book 1 || Eren Yaeger had to flee from his home when he was only six years old. With his mother and his adopted sister he tries to forget anything related to the King and the secrets they left behind. Many years later war comes for Eldia and Er...
