Hello people. Guess who's back hahaha. I will probably disappear from tumblrworld after a few days so why not use my spare time posting stuff for Royai week haha. Disclaimer tho some of the things I'll post are drafts I have written eons ago so I really haven't checked them haha but please enjoy and review!

"Of all the days for the rain to fall - oh god I HATE THE RAIN!" Roy Mustang whined as he watched droplets of water from the sky fall on his hand. Today he was in the cemetery, in Maes Hughes' grave to be exact. He opened his umbrella – it was a good thing he didn't forget to bring it – and crouched beside his best friend's tomb. People were starting to leave, before the rain becomes heavier. Some shoot glances at him, and Roy ignores those – his mind was occupied.

"See that, Maes?" Roy looks at the sky that becomes darker as seconds pass by. "It must be a sign." He wasn't expecting a dead man to reply, but he can imagine his very reaction. Maes Hughes would slap him in the back for being such a coward. He would talk his ears off, telling him that there is no reason for him to chicken out. It's not like it would happen anyway. Did you forget about the rules, my friend? Maes would probably say. Roy knows that he's right. Still, he can't shake this feeling off.

He sighed. The rain wasn't going to subside any minute now. "Alright, alright. I'll do it. I'll tell her." He stood up and closed his umbrella - it has no use when he's already wet anyway. "You happy now?" His eyes wandered down to the grave, and he gave it a small smile before leaving.

As he walked towards his apartment, he still cannot stop thinking about her. He had known Riza Hawkeye since they were teenagers. He remembered the first time they met, how she was wary of him during his first few weeks he stayed in their house. He recalled the time he "accidentally" read her diary and she got mad. He remembered the first time she had her menstrual period and how she was slightly panicking because she had no idea what to do.

He recollected the time she bared her back to show him her tattoo. He remembered the time he saw her at Ishval, where he realized that he was in love with her. Maes felt sad for him; Roy remembered his exact words. Why do you have to realize that you're in love with her now, of all days? Why now that we are all empty shells? Roy didn't know the answer then, all he knew was that life really knows when to throw its shits.

He remembered the time he burned her back, how she strongly faced the pain that he inflicted on her. He also remembered the good days, that one time she was drunk and accidentally told him that she loved him. He never told her that he knew, and she didn't remember saying such words.

The most painful memory that he had with her was that one time he was sure he was about to lose her. It was during the Promised Day. He can still recall every little detail. The pool of blood on the ground that was hers. The rush he felt when he was running towards her body. The way he held her, calling her rank and begging for her to stay alive. The sweat forming in his palms. The silent prayer he said to every possible higher being than them, even though he doesn't believe in gods, to keep her alive. The breath of relief as he saw her opening her eyes.

As he was thinking about these thoughts he found himself in front of her apartment door. Roy suddenly felt nervous. He didn't want his queen to see him in such state. Roy hit his head, cursing himself for not using his umbrella. As he was about to leave, the door opened. And it was such a beautiful sight.

Riza's hair was down, and she was wearing civilian clothes. She was holding a spatula. Her eyes were wide open. "Why did you not use your umbrella, Sir?!" She exclaimed as she let him enter her unit. "What if you catch a cold? You should be thinking about your health for once!" She hurriedly grabbed a towel and began drying him off.

Their relationship reminded him of a game of chess. The queen is the most powerful piece, and just like the queen Riza is willing to sacrifice her life to keep him alive. Breda always tells him: whenever we play chess, you'd rather lose than use your queen. She is his queen. She is someone he wouldn't bear to lose, and if the time comes when he has to sacrifice her than die, he'd gladly take the fall. The king may be the most important piece in chess, but for him it will always be the queen. I'll do it, he told himself.

"What are you thinking about?" She asked him. Roy shook himself out of his reverie and looked at her. He grabbed something from his pocket and placed it in his hand. "What-" Riza said as she looked at what he gave her. It was a queen chess piece.

"Why would you give me this, Roy?" She asked him as she examined the piece. Riza raised her eyebrow as she felt a button on top of the piece. Pressing it, the button part opened, and there was a ring.

"Uh," Roy stammered. Riza glanced at him as tears started to form on her eyes. "Will you be my queen?" He asked.

She stared at him with disbelief. "Did you come here for this?" He nodded. "Even though it's raining heavily and you hated the rain?" He nodded again.

Riza grasped the chess piece tightly in her hand as she held it close to her chest. She brought his forehead against hers as she answered.

"I will always be your queen, Roy."