#hisonlysavior

Wiping the thin layer of dust off the key cover of the old grand piano placed in the corner of the formal sitting room. After his father passed, his mother insisted o moving it into house. He learned how to play it before he left for boot camp but hasn't really touched it since then.

{his-only-savior} "It's your turn to get the kids up early so we can all make dinner."

He paced in front of his chair almost impatiently. Just moments ago he sent a guard out to fetch Mikasa for him, it is time to do something he thought was right even though he wasn't sure how she would react. He stopped and examined his new throne once more, it wasn't exactly new, his fathers tastes were a bit bland for his current flare but luckily for him before his fathers untimely passing, he succeeded in annexing an eastern district rich in precious ores and new technology. With the new skilled workers Eren wasted no time in designing these new additions. The chair was stuffed with more padding and covered with a soft deep red fabric to emphasize his authority to any visitors. The chair attached to the left was polished silver with white padding and ruby gems accenting the head board, and on his right the attached chair was decorated with white gold, the decorations spiraling around a solid decorated pillar in the center of the back atop it a large nearly glowing stone held in a case resembling popular renditions of the sun. But the major difference of his elaborate throne now, was at the end of the arm rests now sit two decorated golden pillars topped with globes.

{his-only-savior} (For Life WIth Jaeger) "So Xiamen told me that you forgot to pick her up at school one day while I was working the late shift. Is this true?"

He sat on his throne in a seemingly uncomfortable position, his leg propped up on the arm rest extending into the empty chair next to him, his head resting on his fist. His gaze stayed fixated in front of him outside the chamber doors as if he was expecting something. He had been this position unmoving for hours, a soft glaze forming over his half open eyes.

{his-only-savior} "I don't like your clothes, take them off."

{his-only-savior} S (Don't mind me~)

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