Historia

The fairy godmother’s words constantly rang through Ymir’s head, like a upcoming battle drum.

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“Historia’s a princess, and you’re a...” She paused for a moment. Not wanting to say the real problem that Ymir had. “...a knight. That’s something no amount of potion is ever going to change.”

“But, I love her!” Ymir had stated proudly.

“If you really love her, you’ll let her go.”

Those were the fairy godmother’s departing words. Before she disappeared in a mirage of bubbles. Never to be seen again by Ymir.

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“Ymir...Ymir....Ymir!” A familiar voice called out to her. Of course, cruel fate was now toying with her.

There she was, running straight towards Ymir in such an unladylike manner. But it was obvious that, Historia didn’t care in the slightest. Because you could just see the pure happiness etched onto her face. The glee shining through those blue oceanic eyes. A sight nobody could resist drowning in.

She immediately hugged Ymir with a hidden strength that you wouldn’t expect from her frail and delicate looking demeanor. Another part of Historia that she grew to love over time.

“Oh dearest me, I missed you so Ymir! How was your family? I hope that they’re doing well.” She curiously inquired. Looking up at her with a smile that could warm up any hearth nearby.

Family? Oh right....

Ymir may have told a little fib to Historia. About needing to go and check up on her relatives.

As a ploy to go visit the fairy godmother instead.

Oh boy. Good luck Ymir. We’re praying for you.