Eren POV
Eren dove to the side, barely avoiding getting cut open by his father's weapon, already slick with blood. The red liquor stuck to Eren's skin as he knelt down on one knee, his trembling hand only barely holding on to the hilt of his sword.
"Giving up already?", the king mocked him, his tall body looming over his son's as he tried to get up once again. His feet were about to give out. Eren bent over and coughed – hard and painfully.
"Never.", he rasped. Grisha had taken his sweet time with him, ducking and dodging and missing his gut only by a few inches whenever Eren hadn't managed to fend off the attack.
His muscles were sore, his body aching. The prince wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to withstand the king's merciless attacks. The background noises were fading. Less people were screaming, most of them dying.
Grisha dove forward and aimed at Eren's head this time, bloodlust and madness in the king's eyes. Eren flung himself aside at the last second but hadn't seen the sharp stones waiting for his already exhausted body.
He bit back a scream at the anguish that ran through his system when he hit them with full force.
Grisha cursed. Another blow of his. No hit again. The man grunted and stomped over to him, the sword hanging by his side.
"You are getting on my nerves, you little brat!"
The king grabbed him with his hand by the collar of his clothes, dug his fingers into the fabric and lifted him effortlessly from the ground until Eren's feet were no longer touching it. Eren raised his hand to fight him, ready to scratch his father's eyes out just to get away from him.
He gasped for air when those fingers found his throat and the other hand joined in. The king squeezed. Slowly. Let the anguish build. Just like back then. Down in the dungeons.
"This should feel familiar by now, son.", the king said and when Eren glanced at him through the curtain of tears, he thought to see the memories running through his father's eyes. "You looked best when you knelt there, whipped and bloodied. You should have died like that stupid bitch!"
"You...loved her...once!", Eren spat and struggled against his father's grip. "Fucking let go of me, you...you bastard!"
"I loved her looks.", Grisha answered and squeezed harder, forcing Eren to fight for the air in his lungs. The fingers he had wrapped around his father's wrists fell down. His strength was leaving him. "And you look just like her. What a shame. For such a beauty to leave the world."
Eren didn't want to know who of them the king was talking about and the simple thought made him want to vomit.
A rumbling distracted the king for a moment, his gaze going sideways.
"What the hell-"
Eren didn't waste his chance and used his last resources of strength to kick his father against his upper body with all his might. The king let go of him and Eren fell, stones digging into his waist and hips.
He chugged down as much air as he could possibly manage, coughing and blinking away the tears in his eyes. Around them the cave seemed to move, the stones trembling and for once the shouts were caused by surprise and orders to retreat.
Grisha snarled angrily, not caring how all of his loyal soldiers left him behind.
"I'm not done with you yet.", he said when he directed his gaze back at his son, who had tried to crawl away from him as long as Grisha was otherwise occupied. The man raised his hand, reaching out to grab Eren again.
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Coming for your heart
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...
