'What in Damnation are you talking about? '

The person who speaks up first is not you, nor Eren. It 's Historia. She looks utterly confused as she looks back and forth between you and Eren.

You 're still trying to come to grips with what Erwin just said.

It 's all absurd.

Erwin is not disturbed in the least by Historia suddenly walking up to him with a deep frown.

'You want her on the throne? ' she asks. Erwin nods. Eren says nothing, but he 's looking at you where you 're standing, hardly on your feet and to whatever extent you are is thanks to Eren 's arm around your waist.

'Me? ' you finally utter and when you look at Erwin, you look merely confused. You don 't understand how you could be placed on the throne.

'You, ' Erwin confirms easily.

'I 'm a Novarynian. '

'I am aware. '

'How would anyone be alright with me on the throne? I 'm from Novaryn, I 'm hardly of age, my public image- '