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“Alright father”, she replied as she walked out of her father’s office back to her room. His earlier words repeated in her head as she silently passed through the halls of the manor. “Your old guard recently got killed on a recent operation. As you have reached an older age I feel more comfortable with assigning you a female guard instead to watch over you. She will be coming in this afternoon so be on your best behavior when you meet her.”. What a pain in the ass. She knew that she hadn’t been too close with her old guard but she had him for damn near 5 years then. She always kept the thought in the back of her head, I can never get close to anyone anyway, with all these dumb operations my father runs.
Historia had been born into the Lucchese family, her father being the Boss. Being his daughter meant a lot of things. Yes, he had given her a proper education and all, and yes he allowed her to have a few friends and even a few relationships over the years. Yet, it was far from the feeling of being free. Homeschooling, friends having deep background checks to see if it was safe for her to really be friends with them. Don’t even get started on how much trouble it was to ask her father if she could get into a relationship. He always got mad, and always made her break up with them soon after in an effort to “keep her safe”. Or so he says.
She soon reached her room. As she turned to close the door she thought again of what her father had told her. A female guard huh? Her old guard was an older gentleman, and he had been with her family for a long time which is why her father trusted him so much with Historia. She was now 17, nearly 18 in a few months. Hopefully, she’s my age. She gave that idea a bit more thought. Well if she is my age, possibly we could be friends. It was a far-fetched thought. She knew better than to get close to any guard she had because they could die in an operation. They were there strictly to protect her. She was the boss’s daughter, after all, his only child to add.
Regardless, she was never able to make any close friends. She was always blocked off from making deep connections, either scared something might happen to them because of her family or because of her father’s orders. It was always these reasons why Historia felt like there was something she was missing. She always thought it was corny to think but she knew there was something or someone that she needed to find in her life to make it feel complete. To give her the purpose in her life that she always tried to find. Recently she gave up ever thinking she would ever find out what she was looking for.
Yet, there was that small hope she had. Maybe she could be an actual friend. Historia quickly realized how dumb the idea was and quickly pushed it back into the back of her mind. She eyed her bed for a bit. Taking a nap would help her thoughts from running wild, plus she was pretty tired already. She laid down and soon drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
It had been a few hours later when Historia slowly arose. It was mid-afternoon and she realized she had slept past lunch and her stomach started growling in response. Pushing herself off the bed she rubbed her eyes and stretched. She slowly made her way to the kitchen to grab a snack to help her growing hunger. After making it to her destination and grabbing a fresh roll of bread she suddenly remembered that the new guard was coming soon if she wasn’t already at the manor already. She started rushing to try and get back to her room to tidy herself up to make a good impression. As she passed the main hall she heard her one of her father’s men voice call to her. Goddamnit.
“Christa come over here and welcome your new guard, Capo Ymir.” Christa. That’s what everyone but select few called her. It was supposedly “for her protection”. It bugged her though. A lot. She hated the name, but she did what her father told her to do. She approached the group with her head down. She was never good with new people, possibly why she had trouble opening up to people. She stopped next to the Capo who called her over when she looked up. Immediately Historia’s eyes locked with
Her.
Her eyes were staring at her intently. Her eyes were beautiful and it confused Historia. They were a sharp grey and the more she looked at them the more she got lost in them. She had to admit they were intimidating, but to Historia that made her curious about her. Oh my gosh her ey-
“Christa”, the Capo spoke interrupting her thoughts. “This is Ymir, maybe you should greet her.”
Shit, she wondered if they noticed her staring. Why was I staring? She quickly ignored it as she spoke. “Hello Ymir it’s nice to meet you.” Historia started looking at her more intently. Ymir had freckles speckling her face. Her hair was black and placed in a low ponytail. Historia noticed a white tie keeping the ponytail up and thought it was cute. Wait, cute? That confused her, but again she pushed it back as Ymir started to reply back. “Thank you Christa, it’s nice to meet you too. As your guard I will promise to keep you safe and remain a loyal member of the Lucchese family.” Her voice sounds so beautiful. Why was that the first thought in her mind? What was going on with her? Once again she tried to push these weird thoughts away.
“Well that sorts it. Ymir you can now stay here with the boss’s daughter, you are fully capable of protecting and looking out for her on your own.” With that the Capo started walking away towards the direction of Historia’s father’s office. “The boss’s daughter”. That bugged Historia. She hated being spoken about like that, like she wasn’t her own person. That it was her father and his place that defined her. Especially when they said that right in front of her. That’s what happens when you’re born into the Lucchese family I guess, she thought as she let out a huff.
“Is something wrong?” Historia turned quickly as Ymir asked her the question. “Oh yeah I’m alright.” She quickly answered. A few moments passed in awkward silence and Historia couldn’t bear it. “Oh right I was just on my way back from the kitchen to go to my room. I was probably going to study or something so if you want to walk around the manor it’s okay.” She knew she wasn’t planning on studying today but it was the first thing that came to mind. “I’ll just stand by in your room, it’s my job to look over you after all.” She’s gonna stay with me? “Are you sure? It’d be boring for you.” Historia replied, nothing wanting to bother Ymir. Why don’t I want to bother her? “Lead the way princess” Ymir answered, adding on princess on the end to mess with Historia. “I’m not a princess” she said quickly, quickly realizing it was clearly a joke. Embarrassed, Historia huffed and started walking her way to her room with Ymir following close behind.