Hey guys sorry I've haven't updated anything in awhile here is chapter 3 the next chapter is almost done so the time span between my next update shouldn't be to long I wanted to make sure I got this updated on royai day so HAPPY ROYAI DAY to you all!^^

Chapter 3

He gave me water! Water and it wasn't a trap or poisoned or anything! Riza couldn't believe the small amount of kindness that Mustang had shown her. The way he looked at her made Riza's heart soar ; he looked at her like a person. Not a slave meant to work till death. Mustang remained the dominate thing on her mind as she walked back to the barn.

"Hey you didn't I tell you to serve General Mustang?" Riza froze turning to the handler who called her out she went to her knees. Not answering him for fear he might lash out.

"Well, answer slave! I told you to serve Mustang." His voice displayed no kindness his cold eyes bore into Riza even though she wasn't even looking at them. Out of the corner of her eye she could see his hand inching for the whip at his belt just waiting for a reason to use it.

"He had no use for me at the moment, so he told me to go back to the slave quarters." All slaves knew to never use 'slave terms' when talking to a handler. Most slaves call their so called quarters the barn-that was what it was after all.

"No excuses, get your ass back over to him! I don't care if he doesn't need you now go wait outside his door till he does!" The handler really had no reason to have Riza do this other than to get a good laugh at her waiting outside Mustang's door for the rest of the night. He pulled his whip out ,whipping the ground near Riza's feet making her dash off to the guest room desperate to avoid the stinging blows.

Roy yawned, sitting on the couch. He really didn't feel like sleeping now. He wanted to come up with a plan earn some points with the Fuhrer here. That was going to be tough. No doubt the generals that were closer to him have given him the heads up on what Roy's agenda was. Roy sighed; if he can't get on the Fuhrer's good side then screw it. He already loss to many points with every general and the Fuhrer when he made it clear he was antislavery. Since Roy was promoted to general ,he quickly found that almost all other generals and other high ranking officials were all for slavery and the horrible treatment of fellow human beings that went right along with it. The few that weren't were unbiased about it, not caring about the terrible mistreatment of the slaves.

What Roy couldn't figure out was why almost everyone supported it. Sure the slaves brought in plenty of money from free labor, but that work they are doing could give jobs to the many jobless people of Amestris. That was another problem for Roy if he ever did reach Fuhrer. He can't just sign a bill freeing the slaves the countless people who own them will rebel against that. Roy sighed again leaning back into the couch looking up at the ceiling.

Footsteps outside his door broke Roy's thoughts. They sounded almost like running when they approached, however they just stopped at his door. Waiting a moment to see if someone would enter Roy stood and went to open the door. Outside he found Riza leaning against the wall breathing more or less gasping for air. Eyes closed she didn't even notice Roy opening his door. It wasn't till a hand placed on her shoulder causing her to jump in fright that she looked to Mustang still taking large intakes of breath. Roy frowned at how tense she had become he toke his hand away seeing as all it was doing was making her afraid.

"Are you all right Riza?"

"Yes, sir." Robotic without emotion she talked as if see was trained to say that even if it wasn't true.

"I thought you went back to bed?"

"I was order to serve you."

"That doesn't mean you aren't allowed to sleep." Roy was completely confused as to why she would choose to return here instead of getting much needed rest. Then it hit Roy someone ordered her back here ; her out of breath state said it all she wasn't just ordered she was threaten back.

"Well, come back in I won't have you wait out in the hall all night for me." Riza followed Roy back inside the same fearful look that she may be soiling the room with her being there returned to her face. Roy went over sat on the couch and motioned for Riza to join him. Riza just stood there eyes boring into him their depths displaying their confusion. Roy patted the couch smiling at her in an attempt to ease her into a sense of security. Hesitantly Riza moved over to the couch and eased herself down to sit. Once she did sit though she quickly relaxed into it closing her eyes a content smile formed on her lips. Roy looked at her softly compared to the fear and anxiety from early Roy wished he could see her like this more often.

Before Roy realized it her breathing had evened out and she was asleep. Well, that was fast. Careful to not wake her Roy got up and moved her to lay out on couch. Going into the bedroom he took one of the many extra blankets they provided him with and he wrapped it around her.

Happy with his work Roy went toke a shower before climbing into bed falling asleep thinking about a certain slave sleeping in the room over.

Riza woke feeling oddly well rested. What a strange dream to think her being let into general's room it was almost laughable! Who would let a slave in their room unless to do work? Riza paused in her thoughts when she felt a comfortable softness around her, and what she thought was the floor of the barn wasn't hard with various hay on it. Snapping into a sitting position eyes wide she looked around. It wasn't a dream?

"Morning." Riza turned to a pajama clad Roy who was currently using the stove to cook something.

"Sir, you don't have to trouble yourself by making breakfast it is made at nine by us." She told him without thinking years of servitude telling her that it was her and other slaves job to make him food not his. Roy just smiled

"Oh this isn't for me." Roy slid the eggs he made onto a plate so they sat next to some bacon as well as toast. Riza nearly fell out of her seat when he went up to her and held the plate out to her. He made me food! Riza looked to the plate then to Roy multiple times completely baffled that someone made her food a general no less.

"Here take it." Finally Riza toke the plate giving Roy one last look before digging in. Dear god I can't remember the last time I've eaten like this. Riza was torn between savoring the first real meal she has had in ages and filling the seemly endless hunger that plagued her. When she finished the strange feeling of actually having food in her stomach filled Riza with joy she hasn't know in years.

Meanwhile Roy observed her scarf down the last of the food. I wonder when was the last time she has eaten anything like this he wondered. The way she ate like she hasn't in ages told him it has been a long time. When he had woken up seeing that she was still sleeping. He had decided to get a head start on building a small bridge of trust with her. Roy had already decided that in the time it takes for the Fuhrer to get here he was going to start making friends among the slaves. Mainly though he planed on at least befriending Riza. Roy didn't know why but he felt something when he was around her. Whenever he would look to her he would gain the need to make sure she was taken care of. Whether she needed food or water he wanted to make sure she would stay heathy. Right now though her health had a a lot to be desired. She was deathly thin along with that she was unnaturally pale. Also Roy didn't think of it till after she fell asleep last night ; when he told her to leave him last night there was no way she could have made it to far from his room when the person ordered her back. Once she was back she was panting gasping for air it wasn't natural for someone to be that worn down by a short run. This lead Roy to believe Riza might have some breathing problems as well which wasn't unheard of when it came to slaves.

When her food was finished she looked to him a smile barley visible on her face.

"Thank you sir!" She got off the couch and kneeled down on her knees thanking him again. While her head was down not looking at him Roy crossed the distance between them. Taking hold of her hand he pulled her up off the ground he toke note of how rough and blistered it was.

"There is no need to bow to me. I'm just the same as you are I'm not better than you just because you're enslaved." Riza stared at him as if he was insane Roy wondered if she thought he was lying.

"Listen, Riza I'm not going to lie. I'm planing on moving up on the chain and hopefully one day soon become Fuhrer. I just want you to know when I do I plan on freeing the slaves. You don't have to be afraid of me I won't whip you or mess with you just for laughs. I promise one day you and all slaves will be free." Before he even got half way through his little speech Riza had finally raised her head to lock gazes with him.

"You...you really mean that we...we will be free?"

"Yes, what Fuhrer Bradley lets them do to you is inexcusable. You're are all people too..." Riza cut him of her voice displaying some if the suffering she has endured.

"We're aren't really people any more. Throw us a few pieces of food and we'll become as savage as animals." The painful look in her eyes burned themselves into Roy's memory with her next words.

"We lost the right to be considered human long ago. You loose that right as soon as they tattoo your number on you. After that you're a slave nothing more." The surety in her voice frightened Roy. Did she really believe this? Once she finished the wall that was separating them was back up she moved her hand out of his grip. Looking down again at her cloth wrapped feet as if they were the most interesting thing ever. It become clear to Roy that if he wanted to befriend any slave let alone gain their trust he would have to break through the mental barriers they wrapped themselves in to protect themselves.

As if nothing happened just now Roy stated he should go get some breakfast. Riza followed him down to the dinning hall head looking down at least five steps behind him. She didn't enter the dinning room with him. Instead she waited just outside at the entrance. This time Roy did not beckon her to follow figuring there must be a reason why she wouldn't dare enter. After he finished his breakfast Roy saved a muffin on the way out when he passed Riza he placed the muffin in her hand. She looked confused for a second after moving to catch up with him she happily ate the muffin. Walking down the hall Roy thought of how he could earn Riza's trust. He wanted to help her and all slaves he just hoped he could show them that.

So how was that my friend wasn't able to help me edit this one so I hope there aren't to many grammar/spelling mistakes anyway reviews are loved hugs and love from me and again happy royai day^^