Hi long time no post, anyway this is RoyEd, so go away if you don't like, my muse has been pestering me about this for a long time, i actualy had to create a set up because my muse started halfway through so i am not so sure about it, anyway hope this is enough of a teaser for the rest, it should be updated soon, maybe in a week or so, depending on the intrest.

Prologue:

When I was a kid I had it all planned out. What I would do with my life was as clear to me as if it were written in a book, and as sure as if it was carved in stone. With the naivety that all children have, I knew, I just knew, and nothing could prevent it from going to plan, that was also known.

I resolved to master the difficult fire alchemy, I'd join the army after that, become a state alchemist to better my art and to help people with it. 'Alchemist be thou for the people.' I would be famous and loved, and earn it. But the most important aspect of my life would be to marry the world's most beautiful blond and together we would have the happiest of ever afters.

Simple right? Wrong, oh so wrong.

I did master fire alchemy, I am a state alchemist, and I'd like to think that I helped some people. I am very well known… though not always loved. But those last two aspirations were fueled by the innocent mind of a child and never were really that reasonable.

It is the last part that is truly tormenting me. The blond part of the equation. Therein lies the rub as they say.

Over the years I've earned myself quite a reputation among the women. I'm plain good at it, I'm handsome, well groomed, and I have power but not so much as to scare them away. I know just what they want to hear and when they want to hear it. I literally have my pick of any woman I chose at any given moment.

Blonds are always good; they are my favorite hands down. Yellow hair does something to me; I find it easy to see why paintings of beautiful people always have blond hair.

The problem isn't with finding my blond. I found the one my heart wants a while ago; though my mind knows it will end badly. Alas, everyone is victim to the foolish and blind heart.

"Sir" I blink, snapped out of my thoughts… well to be honest fantasies and reflections… and look up at my right hand man—er – woman Riza Hawkeye.

"Yes" I reply acting like I had really been working the whole time, lest she shoot me again.

"Sir you really need to pay attention to your work if you ever expect to reach your goal" she sighed giving me more of the afor mentioned work.

"… I wonder if the Furher has to do all this paper work, or do we lesser mortals have all the fun jobs?" I sigh getting to the work before she feels the need to draw her gun. While I find time to slip back into my day dream after she leaves.

Now where was I? Oh yes my blond, my lovely blond. I found my blond a while ago, under the most peculiar circumstances for meeting a soul mate it seems like it should have been out of a soap opera. I'm not sure when it turned into love, maybe at first sight, maybe not, I can't tell.

My blond is perfection, my blond is strong and determined, passionate and loyal, and one of the most brilliant alchemist I have ever known. My blond is gorgeous with a rare shade of blond that is almost never seen, and my blond's eyes… perfection.

Perfect save the 14 year age difference, perfect save the gender issue, perfect save the violent attitude. Perfect save the fact that I am in love with Edward Elric who hates me like no other.

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