Y/N POV
I stared at the floor as I felt my parents pulling me in front of the crowd.
Once again the villagers had gathered around to received the scouts.

Some people cheered....and some people cried asking for their family members and friends.
I didn't dare to look up at the scouts riding the horses. I didn't have to. The look on their faces was something that had burned into the back of my head last time.
Depressed, confused, numbed.

Whatever the scouts saw outside the walls, that was something I wished I would never have to see.

Cries, cheering, laughter. Repeat.

"Look up, they'll think you're depressed!" My mom silently scolded me for looking down at the dirt like an insecure person.

I ran my fingers through the lace, pale pink dress my father had bought me specially for this occasion.
"I'm just fixing my dress, mom." I mumbled. My stomach becoming more nervous with every second.

His name was called by the people around me. Like a chant. Prayer.
They worshipped him.

"Levi! Levi!" They chanted. A name I became familiarized with.

His horse stopped right in front where my family and I were standing.
I didn't even have to look up to know it was him.
Which other scout would bother to stop in front of me and my family?

"Hello Levi. This is my daughter, Y/N." My father spoke. "Your future wife"