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Dressed in clothes and jewels more opulent than anything he thought even existed a short two weeks ago, Eren Jäger now sat on a small, delicately carved stool at the bottom of three short stairs. The stairs lead up to a dais upon which sat one of the most excessively elaborate structures he had ever seen, masquerading as a throne. Towering a good eight feet tall, gold, silver and platinum were woven together like cloth in some marvel of metal work and embellished with every type of precious stone imaginable. On this throne sat Eren’s new master: young, beautiful, by all accounts charming, and the queen.
He hated her.