The Thirteenth
Automobiles were a rare occurrence in the rural area called Risembool. That was why Lt. Colonel Roy Mustang and Second Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye of the Amestris military were currently riding in a wagon being driven by an old military policeman. The fact that they had to ride in a wagon was one of the many reasons Roy Mustang did not want to live in a place such as Risembool.
He looked over at his Lieutenant who wasn’t paying much attention to him. She was looking around at her surroundings, ever vigilant. He had no doubt that she was thinking up places where threats could possibly hide or escape routes just in case something happened.
He gazed at her, his eyes trailing her body. With all the hay around them, his mind was running rampant with dirty thoughts. He wanted to put a literal meaning to the saying, “a roll in the hay.” However, he knew that she would have none of that. As they hit a bump in the road, he caught a glimpse of the gold chain that hung around her neck that held her wedding rings.
They were secretly married close to the end of the Ishbal war. He’d promised her father, his alchemy teacher, that he would take care of her. That promise wasn’t the only reason. Even before that promise, he’d fallen in love with her and loved her with every fiber of his being.
The ladies man rumors that revolved around him were highly exaggerated. He did date other women but it was only to disguise the fact he and Hawkeye were married and dates were as far as it went. There was no kissing, no hugging, and he never held their hands. He just let the girls hang on his arm and that seemed to be enough for the women. The men that the girls dumped started the rumors.
In addition, most of the women were information drops only. They knew about his preference for “Elizabeth.”
Though he received his fair share of offers from women, there was only one woman for him and she sat across from him at the moment. He smirked slightly over that the fact that the...
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