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Eren roughly dislodged his sword from a dead guard and flicking off the blood. He nodded to his companions, Armin and Mikasa as he headed up the stairwell. He took the stairs two at a time before putting all his force into running up the last few steps and colliding with the door shoulder first. Eren stumbled in, staggering until his face hit the soft sheets of a bed.
Eren looked up, blinking at the large, oval bed, encircled by a veil. Eren reached out, parting the veil as he crept along bed to lean over the princess.
Eren swallowed heavily, remembering what the old witch had said. In a tower, far, far away, lay Trost Kingdom’s heir, fair of hair and fair of skin, trapped in an eternal sleep, broken only by a kiss.