Historia was lying on the bed. No longer just Historia, but Queen Historia, crowned true ruler of the walls. She wept bitterly, every night remembering the loss of Ymir. The girl who directed her on the right path in life. The girl who taught her rationality and self-respect. After all, her girlfriend. It seemed that everything was over and life had no meaning. Before going to bed, the blonde girl often squeezed the letter sent by Ymir, considering it a dying letter, sadly reading the crooked handwriting and regrets about lost love. But suddenly, she hears a sharp creak of the door, and sees in the doorway... Ymir. Safe and sound.