Lissana was waiting in one of the palace's private rooms, sitting by the window. The morning light gently poured over the floor and furniture, but she barely noticed it.
Her fingers played absentmindedly with the fabric of her dress.
Impatience.
Restlessness.
As if every second without seeing him weighed more than it should.
When the door opened, she lifted her gaze.
And the world seemed to stop.
Eren had just entered.
Freshly bathed, with his hair still damp, a few droplets slowly sliding down his neck. The light robe he wore was carelessly tied, open enough to reveal part of his chest.
Lissana said nothing.
She couldn't.
She just looked at him.
With a dangerous mix of fascination... and something deeper.
Something that gently tightened her chest.
Eren noticed her silence an
