Prince...or Princess?
A/N: Yet another update. They're coming much quicker than before, neh? Well, I was just about to fall asleep when an idea for this next chapter came into mind. So, I have it all planned out. Now I'm gonna start writting it. Of course, as I said last time, when you read this, it WILL be finished. x3 Obviously. Ah, have you all noticed how much I ramble? I'd find it scary if you haven't. Gah, now I'm freezing. xDD The rambling STILL pursues. -.- Oh well. Anyhow, I should probably start now, hm? xD Yeah.
Chapter 4: Arise of Romance
Coming upon a pearl white door, Edward flashed Roy a grin, before gently twisting the golden colored knob and pushing the door opened. Now, even he himself hadn't been in his sister's room for quite a while. It was much different from the last time he saw it.
Far more...
Elegant.
A simple question rang through his mind, shattering all other thoughts; when had she changed the decoratives of her room so much? It had only been, what, two years? He was suprised, to say the least.
The last time he had entered to large room, it was painted in a light shade of violet. Curtains of lilac had hung by the ridge of each of the two windows that allowed sunlight to flood into the room. A see-through white shade was placed of the window itself, the material overlapping about four times through. Her bed had been covered in the same colors that consisted through-out the room, two pillows filling in one side while the other was left empty.
Now, however, it was much different.
Glittery, dark blue curtains hung to the floor, held up to the wall just enough to make the material look pleated, and round about half-way until falling down straight. A bookshelf made of pure mahogany sat in a corner by itself, books alining the shelves from top to bottom in alphabetical order; not a single space wasn't used up. The walls were a pale blue, over-coated in a shear, glossy pearl color, which happened to match the color of the door.
Despite his suprise, Edward wouldn't let it show on his features. The last thing he'd want was Roy to ask him why he was so suprised in seeing his own room. To say the truth, he was terrible at making things up in the blink of an eye. If it wasn't a time where it came all too naturally, that is.
Now intending a smile to his guest, Edward sat down on his sister's bed, covered in dark blue comforter. Unlike her last arrangement, there were five pillows at the one end, placed perfectly beside one another. He let his eyes wander to an omwar (look up in dictionary or ask mom how to spell), the doors clasped tightly together.
Roy had taken a seat next to him, immediately crossing his legs. Edward become slightly conspicious at how laid-back the man's personality seemed to come off as.
Clearing his throat, the prince finally spoke. "So, Mr.Mustang-" he started, only to be cut off. "Roy. Call me Roy, princess." The prince couldn't help but sigh, and nod curtly in understanding. "Alright. But, then you can't call me 'princess'. I'd much rather prefer E-Anne." Almost slipping his first name instead of his sister's, he smiled it off as if it were nothing.
Apparently, the smile was quite convincing, seeing as Roy paid no heed to the little slip-up.
Huffing his breath out once, while averting his gaze to the cross-dresser, Roy nodded as well. "As you wish."
Edward smiled yet again, before going on. "Anyway, I might as well start over. So, Roy...tell me more about yourself. I was quite curious about your background. And maybe as to why you wanted to become my husband in the first place."
This simple statement caused the dark-haired male's breathing to discontinue for a moment, but quickly started up again. "Well, who wouldn't want to marry a princess? Truthfully, I was just...curious as to if you'd actually be interested in me or not." He paused, as if collecting his thoughts. "Believe it or not, I was quite suprised when you chose me. Even after I'd been so rude as to be utterly snide to you."
"So you were just curious? Psh." the blonde said, disappointment and a bit of anger dripping in his every word.
Wait. Why was he getting angry? Did he really want Roy to want to marry him? No, not him-his sister is more like it. Thinking about this shot a pang of horror through him. He had forgotten all about the fact that this man was being chosen for him sister, and not himself.
His thoughts caused him to groan aloud with a stubborn role of his golden eyes. This only earned him a peculiar look from his guest, as well as the cock of an eyebrow.
Quickly, he regained composure and smiled. "I'm sorry. I was becoming irritable at my thoughts. It had nothing to do with you." he assured.
"Aha. Alright. Well, enough about me then. I answered your question. What about you, hm? Anything special?" Roy replied, his gaze fixed solemnly on the 'princess' beside him.
Edward withdrew a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Oh, you know. I'm a princess. I'm top-rate, everyone loves me, I get everything I want, I seem attention craved all the time, I'm one of the most beautiful women to walk the Earth, everyone depends on me, I'll be heir to the throne as soon as I find the perfect husband, and my prince of a brother will always be left in the shadows. Same old, same old."
Somehow, Roy could almost feel the sarcasm rolling off of Edward's tongue. Actually, it wasn't exactly too hard to miss. "Erm...okay then?"
Snapping out of it, Edward's eyes widened. "Uh...well...yeah." he said dryly, at a loss for words, putting on a fake smile. Roy smiled back, far from the same fake composure the cross-dresser's had shown. He was a bit stunned at how attractive he was when he smiled like that.
"Anne?"
When he had questioned this, his smile turned straight into a small frown. Edward had hardly even noticed that he had been staring unconciously at Roy. The questioning of his sister's name acknowleged him of it, however, and he blushed a rosy pink.
"Ah, sorry." he apologized quickly, avoiding eye contact with the other for the moment. Roy simply held back a chuckle, daring to asound from the sight of the color rising to his cheeks. "That's alright." he replied, a little while after. "I found seeing your blush extremely cute and heart-warming, anyhow." he added.
The young prince only blushed a brighter shade of pink at this. "Uhm-uh...Really?" he barely managed to choke out, stumbling over his own words, failing to comprehend them as well as he wished he would.
Roy nodded, absentmindedly tracing his index finger along the profile of Edward's face, as if attempting to feel the heated blush beneath his smooth fingertips.
Edward shuddered at the feeling, his breath becoming slightly uneven. Never had he exactly been this close to anyone, in such a situation. He didn't quite know how he was apposed to react, but figured that it might all come naturally.
Suprisingly, it didn't take too long for his excruitating blush to fade into nothingness. It did so right when Roy's fingertips withdrew from his skin. And he wasn't about to admit how much he would have loved to have a reply of the entire thing. Just to feel their skin touching, one more time. In a short amount of time, he began to long, and crave it. The loss of the feeling was unbearable, even.
It felt so natural.
"You know, Anne, you really are beautiful. As you said yourself, one of the most beautiful women on the planet."
His voice was low, and in a soft, gentle purr right next to his ear. Anxiety took over Edward's entire body. It felt as if he would quiver under the pressure at any moment now.
Roy's lust-filled words were soon faded into the back of Edward's mind, as he instead saw their faces inching together. Only a short distance apart. Centimeters, now. His heart pulled in anticipation, and he was almost positive that the man was about to share a hopefully long, passionate lip-lock with him.
Then again, nothing ever turns out the way he wished. Ever. How cruel the world was to him. And he was exactly right, as the two were interrupted by a servant bursting into the room with a smile enlightening her features.
"Princess, I need to have a word with you."
A/N: Holygawd. I finished this in a single night. o;! I loved writing it. xD I suppose that might have something to do with it. Anyway, I'm sorry I was so evil enough as to leave you all off at a cliff-hanger. -snicker- Then again, I do that sometimes. x3 I hope this chapter, as well as quick update, was satisfying enough for you all. Reviews are appreciated.
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