Not more Attack on Titan (they grumbled). Yes sorry, I keep getting ideas for AoT and I can't stop them. This is a completely new idea that I wanted to try out and see what people's read on it was. I have much more to tell besides this, which I eventually will post. I'm still writing on it though (Already up to like 20+ pages in Microsoft Word). Anyways, just read and tell me your thoughts. The rest will be posted once I'm feeling more comfortable with my progress and where the story is headed.

Full Summary:

Eren is the daughter of the prestigious blacksmith Grisha Jaeger and his wife Carla. One day, during the annual betrothal ceremony, the King and Queen show up with their son, Prince Levi who has been dragged about the country in search of a suitable bride. And observing Eren for a bit, he chooses her as a possible wife. She is then forced to abandon her family to move into the palace so that the two might get to know one another so Levi can decide whether or not to marry her. She is one of twelve other women. She is stubborn and annoying to him but he remains intrigued. Eren sees nothing but a cold and callous man until one day she gets to peer below his rough exterior. Her feelings change and suddenly she sees him as the lonely man he is and her heart hurts for him… or perhaps she is falling for the handsome Prince? Only time would tell.

WARNINGS : FEM!Eren x Prince!Levi for starters, there will be some violence, some language, other possible genderbends (still debating), maybe some lime in later chapters?, some characters will be [possibly very] OOC (Carla and Grisha are prime examples) - that's all I have for now, may add to later.

Attack on Titan / Shingeki no Kyojin belongs to Hajime Isayama, not me :)

"Eren! Get up! It's half past noon already!"

With a groan, the brunette turned in bed. Mentally she knew that ignoring her mother's calls would ultimately lead to her being dragged from her bed chambers... but the mere thought of rising from the comfort of her warm sheets was a dreary one.

Carla's voice had grown closer, "Must I retrieve you again, child?"

She gave another groan, "Not a child anymore! I turned 18 last week!"

"Then stop acting like a child," came the blatant retort, "and go help your father in the shop!"

Well at least she wasn't being awoken for more of her mother's 'lessons'. Eren sat up in bed and stretched. She was quick to tame her unruly brown locks with her hairbrush, already having known they would be a mess; as they always were. The crisp summer light poured in through her window brilliantly, bringing a content smile to her face.

In minutes, she was dressed in baggy brown slacks and her tan peasant top. Eren gave a yawn as she finally emerged from her bed chambers and started down the stairs.

"I was wondering how long it would take," her mother called, which was no doubt accompanied by a roll of her eyes.

Eren entered the kitchen with a sheepish smile, "Ehh you worry too much, mother."

Carla raised a brow, "Well heaven forbid one of us worry around here." The older woman handed her a small basket with freshly baked rolls, "Take these to your father, he hasn't come in for lunch yet so he's probably forgotten again."

"Yes ma'am," she responded with faked elegance which earned her a small laugh. As she walked out of the door, Carla called once more to her.

"Also remind the man that I will be busy the rest of the afternoon baking for Mr. Ackerman's birthday tomorrow!"

"Hophay," she called back through the roll in her mouth.

The day was overall perfect - a bright sun shone overhead with very few clouds. And despite the typical heat of summer, there was a fair breeze keeping everything relatively cool. It was the time of year where Eren found herself incredibly thankful for the bountiful trees they had that provided ample shade during the hottest point of the year. But then they were surrounded by open fields which helped the winds blow through.

With her father working as a blacksmith, any fresh air was appreciated.

Eren entered the shop with limited grace, the swinging half door at the entrance always seeming to trip her up. "Hey," she yelled, "come get lunch before I eat it all!"

Grisha appeared rather quickly from the back of the shop, probably having come from the bellows or his grindstone. Per usual, his apron was covered with soot and dirt; but like a true blacksmith, as were his hands. "Your mother sent you out here?"

She nodded and readied a roll for him to eat.

He hummed with thought, "I thought she would be preparing you for the Betrothal Ceremony given how close it is." Vaguely, he realized how quickly time had flown by, only a week left.

A humorless chuckle emerged from her, "Oh no, that'll probably be tomorrow. And all the days following.."

"She just wants you to be at your best in case a handsome suitor chooses you as his bride," he said gently, "and frankly, so do I. Smithing is not a woman's career, Eren. You wouldn't be able take my place, so getting married is the best thing for you."

Her shoulders dropped a bit, "I know…"

The father frowned a bit and wiped his hands. He then took her chin in his hand and lifted it to face him. "You've grown into a beautiful woman, Eren. You have an unbreakable spirit within you with fierce determination that should intrigue any good man. And while I'm very proud of your abilities here in the shop, as well as your hand at swordplay… there's much more I wish for you than to just be here the rest of your days. You understand that, don't you?"

Eren offered him a small smile, "You know I do, daddy."

He returned it, "Then also understand that your mother wants the exact same for you. Neither of us had anything for our futures besides what was passed on from our parents. We both feel that you can do much more in this world besides be a baker or a blacksmith. Which is why your mother so desperately prepares you every year for the Betrothal Ceremony. One of these times there will come a handsome man who chooses you and sweeps you off your feet. I.. dream of the day I can see you settled happily with a family of your own."

She reached up to hold his hand which had moved to her cheek. Her eyes filled with tears but she wasn't even very sure of the cause.

Grisha gave a low chuckle before snatching the roll she had prepared him and gobbling it down. "Now, a new request was sent in and I want you to make it," he declared. The man gave a hearty laugh at the excitement that lit up his daughter's face. "It's for a very high ranking client, so be sure to give them your finest work, alright?"

She beamed at him and brought him in for a tight hug, "Thank you! I'll start right away! Did they have any special requests?"

His brow furrowed with thought, "I don't believe so, just for it to be perfectly balanced and for it to be usable. It won't be for decoration."

"So durable yet elegant?"

He nodded to her.

Eren put a thumb to her lip, "Hmmm.. think I've got it. Do we have any gemstones left from Lord Erwin's order?"

Her father gave a vague gesture, "I believe there was an odd one or two hanging around still.. you'll probably find them faster than I."

"You know I will," she called back.

Grisha merely chuckled at her antics. Even though he knew he would have to claim craftsmanship over the blade, it made it worth it to see his daughter so eccentric about something. Something occurred to him just as he was about to bite into another roll. "Oi, Eren," he yelled, "did you tie up your hair? Your mother would hang me if it all burnt off this close to the Ceremony."

She reemerged from the back of the shop just long enough to grab her red hair tie that always hung by the door. Then she was quickly off back to her work.

Grisha held the newly finished blade in his hands and eyed it with scrutiny. It truly was a thing of beauty, he had no doubt his customer would be pleased. He looked up to his daughter who stood nearby, looking at him expectantly.

"You've really outdone yourself… and me this time," he conceded with a smile.

She flushed a bit with a wide smile at his response.

He held it out to check its balance and was unsurprised to find it perfectly done. The edges were sharpened finely, the blade itself came to a perfect point that would no doubt do ghastly damage were it wielded. The hilt of the sword was perhaps the most magnificent. The cross-guard resembled tree roots in the way it curved, but of course not so much that it would interfere with use of the blade. The grip was sturdy with fine leather wrappings. Then there was the ornate pommel that held an elegant sapphire. When held in the light, the metal of the blade emitted an almost other worldly glow - almost as if it were enchanted.

He couldn't help but think of what a shame it would be to see it go.

Eren shuffled shyly, "So when are we expecting your client to come get it? I.. I wanna be present if I'm allowed to be."

The man considered her for a moment. "I'm anticipating they will come today to get it, though it could be tomorrow. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to have you around in the shop when they arrive. Though if they come tomorrow then I can't guarantee anything as your mother was adamant with me that tomorrow is all preparation for the Betrothal Ceremony. It is just a day away now, after all."

And so it was decided. Eren decided to do more 'womanly' chores around the shop, like cleaning and generally dusting things off. Grisha, meanwhile, was busy at the grindstone. It couldn't have been much more than an hour when Eren picked up on the sound of an approaching carriage.

She quickly finished her cleaning and went to alert her father.

Grisha cleaned himself up as the approaching carriage arrived.

The door to the shop was opened by a tall and thin man who held it open for a shorter man that came in immediately after.

Eren gaped at the shorter man. The golden crown on his head and cape on his back were clear indicators of high class. He had short black hair with an undercut and sharp gray eyes that seemed to piece into her very being. A shiver went down her back as he locked eyes with her.

"Welcome, Your Grace," Grisha said with a low bow. He then presented the sword to the man, handle pointed out, "Here is your sword."

His stormy eyes narrowed as he drew the blade with an audible and satisfying schwing.

She felt her heart rate intensify as he inspected it with heavy scrutiny.

He nodded to himself, "I'm glad to see it's not utter garbage, I haven't been disappointed." His eyes flickered over to her, "Not in the slightest."

Eren was grounded by the look he had given her. It was as though he was more pleased with seeing her than he was the sword. But that couldn't be true.

The man took the scabbard and sheathed the blade within it, taking a moment to appreciate the fine detailing on it. He glanced over at Eren one last time before turning to leave, "Eld, pay the man in full."

"Yes, my Prince," the blonde haired butler replied respectfully. He then offered a hefty bag of coins to Grisha, "Your payment, as promised."

Her father accepted it wordlessly. "I'm glad His Majesty is pleased with the blade, if he has any other requests of me, I will see them through for half the price."

Eld nodded, "I shall inform my lord as such. Good day, sir." With that, he turned and closed the carriage door and then got up on front and whipped the horses into motion.

When she was sure they were out of hearing range, Eren gawked at her father, "Prince!? As in Prince Levi?!"

Grisha appeared confused by her outburst, "Yes. I told you the client was high class…"

"You didn't say it was the Prince!" She turned around quickly to hide her expression from him, "He was looking at me weird.."

"He's probably not seen many women in a shirt and slacks," he remarked, no doubt with a smirk. "I do wonder if he'll be present for the Betrothal Ceremony, how interesting that would be."

Eren scoffed, "Like that high class, pompous jerk would choose a country girl. He wouldn't be able to handle one."

"Eren, that's the Prince you're talking about," Grisha chastised.

She gave an indignant huff, "He said he was glad it wasn't garbage! Like it could even be compared with such lowly things! They're all the same; spoiled rotten and filthy rich. Must think the world revolves around them as well."

He came up beside her and gave her a nudge, "How would you know? You've never really met any of the higher class, besides just now. You can't judge a book by its cover, Eren. You'll live a long and hard life until you learn that."

"Let's just say this book has its contents on the cover," she replied heatedly, "and it's innards are only a half a page long. I only judge books by their covers when I know what to expect from them."

Grisha merely sighed wearily, knowing he wasn't going to get his point across.

And here we have Chapter 1 :) I hope you have enjoyed, I will update this eventually (not promising it will be soon). I don't usually enjoy Fem!Eren but I did it for a reason. R&R if you would like!

~Ghosties