A week after Kuchel's death, just after her funeral, Eren was officially crowned Queen of Sina.

The whole kingdom hadn't taken their former queen's death so well and neither had his son, Rivan. Besides, who would? Kuchel had been a caring and kind ruler.

Before she passed, Eren had noticed that Rivan began to spend more time in Kuchel's room than with him. The little alpha would wake up early in the morning, grab Reo and head straight to Kuchel's room and stay in there for hours at a time. Sometimes until Eren would need to literally drag the unwilling boy out for bedtime lest he begin to sleep in there too and he didn't want that to become a problem.

Once, Eren had been immensely curious as to they were conversing about---- pressing his ear against door and silently listening through the dark wood door. Kuchel's voice was soft, and muffled but Eren could still make out what she was saying.

"Once upon a time, there lived a young prince among the Ackermans. He always loved to spend his time outside in the gardens and loved to help the poor. And do you know what his name was, Rivan?"

Silence.

"Papa?"

Fond giggling, and then,

"Yes. You're very smart, Rivan, Y'know?"

Eren didn't approach the door after that. Instead he went out to the field and trained daily with groups of guards, taking them all down effortlessly, sometimes he even spared with Mikasa, who he had grown close to over the past couple of days much to his shock. He rarely let others close, due to the fact that Rivan was his first priority. But Mikasa somehow managed to break through his walls and burry herself straight in his heart.

She was kind, and supportive and very protective. She would glare at anyone who looked suspicious and it was more than once Eren had to reassure her that he could take care of himself. She helped in any way she could, giving out advice when Eren needed it the most, comforting him when he brooded over Rivan's absence or worried.

Even during Kuchel's funeral, she still stuck by Eren's side, façade indifferent, and Eren would forever be grateful. She was a strong woman and he admired that about her.

Eren stared unblinkingly at Kuchel's still form, as she lay against silk cushioned sheets. The woman's long raven hair was neatly combed, curling over her shoulders, her pale fingers intertwined on her belly, as if she were patiently waiting. She was dressed in a black long dress that twinkled with jewelry and dark flats.

She looked peaceful. Almost as if she was sleeping but Eren knows that is not the case, for not a single breath left her.

Beside him, Rivan clutched his hand tightly, his little pale fingers griping onto Eren's with a vice like strength that was not possible for a young boy. Little, quiet sniffles left the alpha. Eren knew that inside, his son was hurting. Rivan and Kuchel had formed a special and strong bond before her last breath and now she was gone.

Rivan had grown closer with his grand-mére than he had with Jean or Marco. And that was a lot to say, for it was difficult to win the boy's trust so easily.

Eren wondered of it was an Ackerman thing.

It was silent, the only sound was the rain pouring gently down on them as the skies darkened in color, losing the cheerful blueness, and Kuchel's closed coffin was slowly lowered into the muddy ground. Her beautiful face gone, but not forgotten.

Eren, I know you can do it. You have it in you.

He let his eyes fall shut, breathing in the earthy scent in the air and the wind brushing strands of chocolate hair into his face as Kuchel's voice rang through his mind in faintness and when he opened them again----

He stood on a balcony, the golden crown Kuchel once wore now resting safely on his head, deeming him Queen of Sina. His people, who had been kneeling respectfully before him, now rose and cheered joyously, as whistles, hollers, and shouts of encouragement erupted making him smile as he gazed upon the wild crowd with glory and determination.

Beside him, Mikasa smiled softly, leaning over to whisper, "You'll become the greatest Queen to have ever lived, Eren. Mother would've been proud to see you now." Then she glanced down at Rivan who stared blankly ahead of him, seeming bored and with his own little crown resting atop his raven hair. "Both of you,"

Eren turned to her and gave her a smile of appreciation. "Thank you, Mikasa." He then turned back, and strode forward, chin raised high as he spoke loud and clear at the attentive audience who quieted down as they noticed Eren was about to speak. "From here on I, Eren Yeager, will be guiding Sina forward to the bright future that awaits us all," he clenched his fists and raised the Ackerman royal, gold sword that had been placed on a red pillow. "I will not sit idly, I shall do my best to make Sina a better place for any and all starting today and here on forward. So I ask, Sina, will you lend me your strength?" His voice resounded throughout the air and suddenly an uproar of war cries rang as they all threw their fists in the air.

"All hail the new Queen of Sina!"

"For the future!"

Eren smiled, eyes glistening with happiness as he stared at the cheering and hollering, excited crowd before him.

Yes, he was going to work hard to make Sina the place for a better future. He would die to protect his now people, but not just for them--- but for Kuchel.

Then he glanced down at Rivan who was now sitting in a little throne of his own, right next to Eren's larger one. He was stroking the purring cat in his lap, Reo, as he eyed at the still cheering crowd.

Until the time was right, Rivan would learn and study. He would soon, one day, become King and carry on the Ackerman name.

Eren was tucking Rivan in bed when he noticed his child glaring at the window. His mismatched eyes held sparks of red--- something Eren has noticed that only full blooded Ackerman's have and only happened when one was furious or cautious in a deadly manner.

He furrowed his brows in worry at the sudden mood change in his child. He cupped Rivan's cheek gently, "Honey. . .? What's wrong?"

Rivan seemed to snap out of it at the sound of Eren's voice. He looked at his mother then at the window. He glanced down and fiddled with his hands. "Dirty. . . ." he mumbled in irritation.

Eren rose a brow, and looked towards the window. He stood and walked to it, and could make out a little smudge on the glass. The dark night sky twinkled with bright stars, and the full moon shined, casting light into the dim lighted room of Rivan's.

He sighed and turned away from the window, walking back towards Rivan's side. He leaned down and kissed his head, then his cheek before smiling at him. "Sleep, okay? You need it." He poked his nose to which Rivan scrunched his face up cutely. He then whistled, calling for Reo who came dashing into the room with a grey collar wrapped around his neck.

Once Reo hopped onto the bed, curling beside the little alpha's head, Eren turned off the lamp and kissed Rivan's cheek once more. "Goodnight. I love you," he murmured softly before turning the lamp off, and leaving the room.

Rivan threw another wary glance at the window, red sparks dancing in his unique eyes. He watched as a shadow loomed over the outside of his window, silver--red eyes staring right back at him before his eyes began to get droopy, and he was pulled into a world of dreams.

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Woops. This was soooo late. Sorry 😓 I would've posted sooner had hurricane harvey had not cut off all electricity in my town. 😤

anyways, uhm. There's one more chapter after this and then this book will be over! But no worries, I'll make a second book. Only Rivan will be older around, like, 15-17. Yah.

Again, I don't own Snk or any characters only Rivan, who will be a permanent OC in my stories. It is possible he could show up in mpreg stories and would be a child of Eren's and Levi's for I am too lazy to make anymore.

Again. Sorry for the delay. 😖