He loved her too much to subject her to all of him. Roy was too much for Riza. Too broken, too angry. He'd only hurt her. That was why she remained his Queen, and his love stayed unspoken. Between them, no words were needed. He would succeed in his mission to overthrow the Fuhrer and set up a better government, not just for the country, but for her. She deserved to know that all her sacrifices were not in vain. For Riza, Roy would be anything she needed sans a lover. Even a king.
None of it was for Martel, or maybe it was. Somewhere deep down inside, Greed knew what it was he really wanted and he still couldn't have it. That fact infuriated, invigorated and hurt him all at the same time. Surrounded by minions, and yet so alone, Greed sometimes felt like a statue. They admired him, feared him, and some even loved him, but he couldn't bring himself to feel anything for them. Not even for his little serpentine queen. So, perhaps, it was all for her in the end, that she might see he was only a monster trying to be a king.
Havoc was dead, and it was his fault. Now Riza would die, too, all because of him. All of it was because Roy couldn't keep out of things he had no business in. His mind swung around to Maes. "Oh god. I never meant for this." He hadn't wanted them to die, not any of them. Roy fought to stay conscious, and stood shakily. Slowly and painfully, he made his way to where Riza should be. At first he couldn't see her, and then everything became worse. Tears were still drying on her cheeks, and her gun had fallen from her hand. Lust had really done a number on her- had he not known her so well, for so long, he might not have recognized the mangled corpse. Roy knelt beside Riza and cradled her body, closing his eyes. He died holding her that way, leaned against a wall. If he'd been a particularly religious person, he might have thought he heard a funeral bell pealing somewhere. He might also have felt as though someone walked across his grave. He felt none of these things, and saw no light, only a comforting blackness.
Greed might have laughed, if he'd been together enough to think about anything but the agony in his body. In all his long, long life, he'd never feared death, until now. He hadn't even known his brother existed till this day. Father could never get over his abandonment, and he should have known that dear old dad would send an assassin eventually. In his pride, Greed had thought he'd been perfectly protected, and now look what had happened. His stone was broken, out of energy and could not save him. The only people he'd ever come close to caring about were dead, slaughtered wholesale. No, scratch that, he had cared for them. They weren't just his underlings. Especially not Martel. For just a moment before he died, he was almost able to say what he had not ever voiced. The chimera were his...
"Martel, I..."
The king was dead. Long live the king.