At night, the royal residence.

After eating, Heatheria and Mikasa take a walk in the garden.

"yes. Mikasa, is the date set?"

"Well, I'm only a month away from Alan's birthday, and we're going to register in March of the following year, when both of us turn sixteen."

"Congratulations." Heatheria took Mikasa's hand: "Mikasa and Eren have known each other since childhood, and you have a good relationship." ”

"Allen is only eight years old." Mikasa said softly, "These eight years, no matter what, I want to spend it with him, so, I. I won't hold back anymore."

"I'm a little envious of you," Heatheria pursed her lips, "That's good."

"Does Heatheria have any thoughts of getting married?" Mikasa blinked.

"The marriage of the princess is big news." Heatheria sighed: "In my position, I can't get married if I want to." ”

"You can ask Brother Ian for help." Mikasa said, "If he speaks, others will definitely not dare to care." ”

"If only he were willing to talk." Heatheria said quietly.

"No problem." The stupid Mikasa still doesn't understand Heatria's mood: "He must support you to fall in love freely, and if you have a crush on your heart, he will be willing to help you." ”

"Mikasa is about to become a bride, but the accident is very simple." Heatheria rubbed Mikasa's face.

"What do you mean? Aren't we talking about your topic? Mikasa's mouth was rubbed and pouted by Heatria.

"Don't mention this, speaking of which, Mikasa, you're about to get married, and you don't know how to dress up yet, it's really not a girl, go to my room, I'll help you dress up."

Heatheria pulled Mikasa to her boudoir and sat her in front of the vanity mirror.

The bright light illuminated Mikasa's face, Mikasa was a little unable to sit still, she had grown so big, she had never worked her image, she usually wore something.

Besides, in military training, it's all uniform.

Heatheria opened the door to the closet, and there hung a dazzling array of dresses, from intricate dresses to simple dresses.

The princess is not easy to be, hairstyle, clothing, etiquette, expression. And so on the details must be noted bits.

On another battlefield, she was also a battle-hardened warrior.

After a little scrutiny, she picked out a few small dresses that fit Mikasa's style.

It's just that the size of these clothes is customized according to her height, she is a petite girl, and the size of the clothes does not match Mikasa, who has been trained in the army, and it is too small.

So she began to disassemble the matching of various clothes, and finally chose a set of wool short sleeves and a milky white midi skirt that reached the knee for Mikasa, which was originally a long skirt, but when worn on Mikasa, it became a short skirt.

It's a very simple short-sleeved girl with a midi skirt, Mikasa is a beauty, and the clothes are too gorgeous but will dominate.

"Okay, what do you think?" Heatheria's hand rests on Mikasa's shoulder.

Mikasa blushed slightly and looked at herself in the mirror.

Now she looks like a girl.

Heatheria is worthy of being a master of image management, she dresses her up very beautifully, walks in a pure girlish style, combs a supple single ponytail behind her head, and has her first love at a glance.

Mikasa touched the small top hat embroidered with jewels on his head, stood up, pulled the hem of his skirt, looked left and right, and felt that he didn't feel like himself anymore.

"Mikasa is a beauty."

Afterwards, Heatheria brings Mikasa, who has finished dressing, to Alan.

Alan was stunned.

"How's it going, Alan?" Mikasa pinched the hem of her skirt and asked delicately, "Sure enough, it still doesn't suit me, I'd better change back to my usual outfit." ”

Alan stood there stupidly, not knowing what to say.

Heatheria kicked Eren in the shin before Eren reacted.

"It's beautiful. Mikasa! ”

"Really?" Mikasa looked up into Alan's eyes, his face like sunset.

Alan didn't dare to look at it, his throat squirmed, and he scratched his head violently.

"I mean, do you two really look like people who are going to get married?" Heatheria couldn't take it anymore and exclaimed, "Do you know how the child was born? ”

"What are you talking about?" Alan stammered, "Of course I know that kind of thing!" It is. That's it."

"Stop, stop!" Heatheria raised her palms: "Don't tell me about this kind of thing, really, you two want to study how to have children and study it yourself, I'm leaving." ”

"Heatheria, your clothes," Mikasa held out his hand.

"I'll give it to you, I can finally rest for a few days, and when you go out to play, you don't wear that old pair of pants and coats." Heatheria waved her hand and walked away without looking back.

Mikasa struggled for a moment and said, "I'd better return the clothes, this set must be very expensive." ”

"Wait, Mikasa." Eren grabbed Mikasa's wrist and looked serious: "Let's go for a walk first, I have something to say to you." ”

"What?" Mikasa tilted her head cutely.

Alan pressed his chest and took a deep breath.

Damn, it's too lethal.

He didn't really have anything to say, he just wanted to see Mikasa in her skirt again.

Alan's brain, which was three, was racing rapidly, and finally his mouth opened and closed, and he spat out a few words that even he was shocked:

"On the topic of having children."

After Mikasa reacted, he lowered his head for a moment.

She stopped talking, just pressed her little head to Allen's chest and responded in a voice that only Allen could hear, "Hmm." ”

Alan trembled all over, felt a hot nose, and hurriedly covered his nostrils, urging the power of the giant to evaporate the nosebleed.

He hugged the girl in his arms, felt her body temperature, and a feeling welled up in his heart that it was worth dying here today.

Heatheria stood in front of the door and hesitated, and here she came again, that headache.

I don't know what's going on, but I come once or twice once in a while.

After waiting for the headache to subside, she stood on tiptoe and knocked on the door.

"Ian, are you still busy?"

There was a sound of footsteps inside the door, a creak, and the door was opened.

Heatheria had to look up at the boy, she looked at the boy's calloused palm, and took out the snack box in her hand: "That. This is a cookie I made myself, it's so late, are you hungry? Do you want to eat a little. ”

"Thank you." The boy smiled and took the box in her hand, "Heatheria, go to sleep first, I still have some work to do." ”

"I can't sleep." Heatheria shook her head, "Is there anything I can do?" I'll help you. ”

(End of chapter)