It took me time to take up this new chapter. Last one was so heart-breaking. Hang in there. King's life is not for the weak of heart. Not with me pulling the strings. But there will be light among the darkness. By the way, the last review by one dear guest was really lovely and the one reason why I got back into writing this chapter. Each review count. Don't forget it! I had been meaning to update this chapter around Christmas, but couldn't keep up with thanks to school projects and well research projects. I work too much and there's too little time for my creativity. But I'm not giving up on this fic. Not ever.

I chose you

Chapter 25 - Those wounds that never heals

The night went by like a well-crafted lie. A parody of black and cold truth. King gave orders and had the corpses evacuated, the house inspected and the culprit send to a specific kind of morgue. Namely the fifth lab, because for some reason, Father had let him know through Envy that the apprehended man would be studied by Gold tooth, death or alive. Wrath was terrified at the possibilities that entailed. But the ultimate taboo in alchemy hadn't been broken by many humans in the last decades. They were still learning how to get there, as Father had instructed his every children to encourage them in that path.

Amelia was a tensed trembling mess, barely holding on for the sake of the baby in her arms. She shivered in the car, hoping they could flee like Bradley had sworn they would. When most of everything was in motion, he accepted to stop losing himself in the action. He escorted her back to his barrack. His men surrounded them, offering to take the baby, to fetch them food, warm clothes, drinks and countless other services. King felt overwhelmed. He was already picturing the funerals of Juliett, the look on Grumman's face. He had failed his friends. Each of his friends.

"Leave us alone. All of you." He simply asked.

Amelia wouldn't let go of Roy and the three soldiers agreed to leave them. As his girlfriend sat on the corner of a desk, her shoulders sagging a bit more, King realized how wrong this felt. To see her in the middle of military files and the weapons hanging on the wall…

I need to get myself an apartment or something, he thought.

And there it was, a casual thought when nothing made sense, when he thought that the world was over. But Amelia was alive. Shaken after he'd been making it his top priority to get her back to better spirits, but alive.

"Would you mind if I leave you with Roy for a minute or two?"

It was the first words she pronounced since they'd exited the house.

"Of… of course," he offered, taking the kid from her.

It was a bundle of warmth. It was alive. It was an orphan. And Bradley couldn't help himself but believe that it was his fault.

Roy stirred against him, certainly feeling how uneasy the man was. King forced himself to relax, although his mind was still running wild. What would happen to the boy? Was there someone to take care of him? How old was he already, barely a year…

"Damn humans…" he muttered under his breath.

That was when he heard Amelia weeping even though she kept the water running in the bathroom. It reminded him of the awful day she had discovered her dead parents in her own house. This was not far from this. And he felt ready to break apart, once again. But he couldn't, wouldn't, not this time. He had trained to get over this. He had trained to… to no avail.

"Amelia?" he called out.

"I'm… okay," she replied in a muffled voice.

"I know you're lying. Come back here with me…"

It sounded like a plea and Bradley was furious with himself for being so defeated. But he hid back his scowl as she walked back into the room, her eyes already red and puffy. The ring was still on her finger, and he could tell she'd just cleaned it, though there was blood on her skirt.

"It's just… so awful," she managed.

He sat himself on a desk not minding the paperwork that would get mixed up and extended one arm to her. She sat next to him, hiding her face in the hollow of his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his waist. And the tears fell in silence, as both their shoulders shook. They normally would have hold it back until Roy was settled in a bed, but they were both scared to let go of the boy. As if not holding him could mean that he would be swallowed by some shadows. The whole ordeal had been so surreal. When the worse had passed, King had a sore throat and no idea how to hold on the boy who was now squirming in his arm. They turned their mind to him, wondering if the Mustangs had made any plan for the baby.

Fortunately, they had. Lloyd had a sister, Mrs. Christmas, who showed up at headquarters the next morning. Amelia had ended up sleeping in King's bed with Roy while the young soldier furiously worked on his paperwork. His squad members had took turns in showing up and warning him that he should get some sleep, but Bradley would hear nothing of it. Roy was given to his aunt and King brought Amelia back to her own aunt, looking the worse for wear.

Before to get off the car, his fiancée stood quietly next to him, looking rather pensive.

"I know everything feels wrong…" he started.

"No, don't talk. Yesterday, you were a nervous wreck before that we even arrived to the Mustang's…"

That reminded him of the day her parents had died and the anguish felt just as strong.

"I didn't know this was…"

"I know, King, I know that. Otherwise, you would have prevented it. You loved Juliett like a sister."

Hearing her saying it made it sound a lot more real.

"But why were you so nervous? It wasn't about the proposal, you made it sound almost casual."

"I'm sorry if you were disappointed that I didn't kneel in some fancy restaurant."

"I'm trying to understand what was wrong. Why you were on edge."

"I was supposed to catch that monster. I knew he was aiming at women linked to the military somehow. At first I thought he had done whatever he did so that it would divert our attention from his real target. I thought I had him in custody that day and still…"

"So it was instinct?"

He nodded, gulping hardly.

"King, I don't want you to go on a guilt-trip for the next few days. You don't need that. You shouldn't burden yourself. Sometimes, things happen, things that have nothing to do with… them, you know. It's still senseless and horrible, but there was some good out of this."

Her voice was wavering as she said it and he held back a curse. How could anything good be linked with…

"If we hadn't shown up yesterday... If you hadn't been ready to face action, that man would have gotten away and might have done more victims. You prevented him from doing any more harm."

She was right. He felt angry at her for being right, even though he was also grateful. He just wanted his feelings to deal with themselves and to only bathe in the warm and fuzz she created in his weary soul. She grabbed his hand, wanting to show him her support. He kissed her knuckles and apologized for not having any more time off to spend with her. They were both too emotionally drained by the events of yesterday. He walked her to the hotel door and then rushed back to headquarters. Wrath was immediately summoned to Gold tooth's lab.

Like the diligent puppet that he was, Bradley went down to his former tutor. What he discovered down there fueled his anger once more. The corpse of their culprit was lying on an examination table. He had been stripped bare and suddenly the man-made homunculus understood why some people thought of dismembering corpses. It would have felt a little more fulfilling than the few bullets he'd fire in the guy.

"If it isn't 12. Come on my boy, come on. You've brought me an incredible discovery."

King noticed the tattoos all over the guy. Circle, stars, pentacles. Symbols of transmutation. That thing again, that had turned him into what he was. That thing that made his tattooed eye twitch in its socket.

Alchemy.

"Was he… pursuing some kind of twisted experiment by…"

King couldn't even finish his sentence. The scientist simply smiled in answer.

"You're quite right. There's a process where you can use some organs filled with the right components to create…"

"Enough. You don't think there are other madmen like him around the city, do you?"

Gold tooth's grin widened.

"Temper, boy, temper. We've been running tests on every victims. If we could find his lab, now, that would help us to confirm if he was working alone, but the tattoos on his skin hint to it."

Bradley wondered why they would need anything in the lab, until his mind did the math. He wretched, even if he hadn't eaten anything in the last twelve hour. The acid taste of bile that filled his mouth drove him mad. Why was he so sensible? It was just different type of matters bunched together, it wasn't…

Living being, living organs that had been ripped out and…

If anything managed to top that in his crazy list of nightmares, Wrath swore to himself he'd kill one of the homunculi.

"I'll find it. You've got his identity checked?"

"You messed him up good with those shots, you know. His dentals are partially gone and only military personnel have detailed files on such things."

"Darn it to hell."

…

The week went by quickly, with King neck deep in search parties and breaking in suspicious places and rents. He found the maniac's lab in four days. The whole thing hadn't been easy, he'd pretty much shaken up a quarter of Central, but the light had been shed on the killer practices. It was also helpful to identify anyone who could have teach the man in this alchemic theory. His notes were gathered, studied and a warrant was sent against any alchemist in Central who hadn't been registered to the army. Bradley was put in charge of the search and started a vendetta that would benefit Father in identifying alchemists. The one problem was that any alchemist possessing anything closely looking like the theory of the mad rapist was sentenced to death by default and it wouldn't make getting any sacrifices for the promised day easier.

So basically, Father needed to give the humans a diversion from their grudge against alchemists too versed or interested in organic alchemy. So Lust and Envy got down to what they did best. They started rumors throughout Amestris. About corruption in the East and what the new railroad would truly bring to the country.

King was solving cases over cases and pushing down crimes as he hunted alchemists. He made sure that the Hawkeye guy who had knocked up Elizabeth Grumman wouldn't be pursued by anyone. He hated the man by principle, but Grumman grand-daughter didn't need to lose her entire family like the little Roy Mustang had. The weeks went by, turning into months. Amelia saw Bradley weekly and they walked around parks, going out to restaurants or museums around the city, doing what civilized people do during a courtship. It also meant they would sneak out in Amelia's room every now and then for extensive make-out sessions that left them both flustered and slightly frustrated, but after all the wait, King would be damned if he couldn't wait the entire way.

They didn't know when they would finally make the jump and decide on a date for their wedding, but they were both really anxious to have the right to live together. It was alright with Father, and Amelia's aunt was starting to warm up to King, since he had been quite patient. The fact his fame was rising as the protector of the people around the whole country certainly helped.

The railway development in the east was being severely held back by manifestations and it was dangerous for the troop's deployment in case of any invasion. The east was in full expansion after all and anyone with a brain knew that if the country was well linked by railways and trains, Amestris could prosper even more. That was when Colonel Bradley was suggested for an important operation.

"If you succeed in overseeing the completion of the railways across the east, you'll be a brigadier-colonel before you know it."

But this meant years, years in the east away from Amelia and King realized at that instant that they'd both waited enough. He was supposed to leave in 10 days. He was eating with the Corsaires ladies that very night. Little time for big plans, but he'd seen worse.

…

"You should see their son, he's barely two years old and he's already reaching my shoulders. If he can put on some muscles, he'll rival his father in no time."

Amelia was gently holding Bradley's stare, looking lovelier than ever. She had put on some weight, which pretty much meant her bones were covered as they once were. She'd started the training he'd suggested, though they'd never got down to sparring together so that she'd learned a few self-defence moves. He was always running at the every wimp of either Father or the Fuhrer. Every time he saw Amelia, he loved her more. And he told her so whenever they could be alone. At one point, he'd thought he would always feel shame when he'd desired her, because of what had been done to Juliett and of the awful things he'd seen during the war. But there was no shame. He knew how fulfilled she was making him feel and he wanted that feeling as often as he could have it. The railways would take years to manage, constant travel and he had enough letters to last him for a lifetime.

"There is a question I need to ask from both of you," he declared at some point where Amelia's aunt had stopped talking to eat a bit.

"Go on, dear," was Amelia encouragement.

"We've been engaged for over six months now, if not more, I've lost counts somewhere, but I know one thing. My life is not going to slow down and I'm leaving again for a mission that might last longer than any war I've fought before."

She turned two shades paler and instantly, King was standing up and walking to her side of the table to grab her hands, soothing her fears with a single look.

"It won't really be dangerous, just… time consuming. And I don't want to waste any more time waiting for the right time. I'm leaving for the East in ten days, and though it will be awfully rushed, I wished we'd get married before that, so that when I'll leave, you can come with me."

"I don't like the sound of that."

But Amelia dismissed her aunt's worries, too excited to think clearly.

"Would we have a house?"

"It wouldn't be permanent, but we'll have an apartment in every city I need to move to for supervising the railways' development. We have the ring, it can be a military ceremony or something quiet and peaceful around here."

His aunt-in-law glared at him and he quickly added.

"I would rent the entire hotel for the time it takes to prepare everything, whatever you charge."

"King, surely you don't have to…"

"I can provide and I will, Amelia."

She stood up to wrap him in her arms, while her aunt threw her hands in the air, exasperated and anxious.

"You think we can organize a wedding in a matter of days? Mere days?"

The couple exchanged a brief kiss before to get back to her.

"I guess it's unorthodox, but I would like for it to be as intimate as possible. Amelia will have enough publicity of being my wife in the future."

"So you're ashamed of her?!"

"Of course not, auntie, he's looking out for me, that's all."

"But we must think of flowers. The food is not a problem and I'm pretty sure Amelia has already chosen her dress from the shopping we did a few weeks ago, but this… You should have warned us at least a month ago!"

She seemed ready to go into hysterics, but Amelia calmed her down, reminding her that the guest list would be kept to close friends only. King had no family and most of their friends had died in the few last months. It would only be the three of them, the pastor, Grumman and three or four more people.

"Okay then, okay, in six days you'll have your wedding. But you're both in charge. I'll take care of the food and that's about it."

"How come you choose the date!"

"Because it's the only date we don't have any important reservations that I can't cancel. And because if I don't give you a time limit, you'll go off gallivanting and eating each other face until I remind you of reality."

"For god sake… We don't…!"

"Enough! I've had enough of you two already. You'll give me a heart attack one of these days."

But even as she said that, it was clear that she was happy to see Amelia beaming with joy in Bradley's arms. She had gotten to like the young man.

An hour later, the couple was sitting together in Amelia's room, trying to process that there were really going to take the risk of getting married.

"I thought I would be the quiet wife waiting for you back home." She mused.

"At first, I'd thought so too, but that was only when I was absent for a few months. I know it might be dangerous to take you with me to the east now, but if it last for years… I better bound you to me to make sure you're not whisked away by some other guy."

"That would never happen. Not after all we've been through already. You chose me, and I chose you."

He smiled at that, even though there was an underlying bitterness to her words. He knew she still needed healing. If she was ready to put up with him and all the crazy and awful stuff it meant, they might heal together.

"Don't forget I might not take you with me on every of my assignments."

"I know," she retorted. "But I might be able to have you changing your mind by then, King."

She pulled his face to hers, her lips welcoming his in a tender kiss that soon turned into full demanding and hushed breath. Happiness could still exist. They would still taste it. As he held her, the man-made homunculus couldn't help but to think that all the wait was almost finally over. That night, it felt terribly hard for Bradley to leave. He did for her aunt's sake. But something within him counted the days left before that his one and only personal choice could finally take place.

Asking for a military officer to officiate the ceremony meant his whole squad learned about it. Irina, and Baron begged him to let them come. He obliged, knowing he'd rather see their faces around than Lust or Envy. Father didn't summon him and he could focus on his work while time seemed to slow down. He kept receiving calls from either Amelia or her aunt. The decorations and required furniture were prepared, a cake was ordered, Mrs. Christmas was invited and the few maids who had worked around the hotel also. Before that Bradley knew it, the press had learned of the event and the colonel's wedding was all over the front pages. He was recognized by almost everyone when he walked out on the streets and there was not a citizen of Central that could pass on the chance to congratulate him.

On the last night before the fateful day, King sighed in despair as Amelia warned him that the guests had reached two hundreds. He should have just brought the officer and have the wedding done on the night he thought of it.

"What if it rains?" her sweet voice asked through the phone.

"I guess we'll be wet. Amelia, please, you're driving me crazy."

"But the whole thing turned out of proportions. We were supposed to keep it simple!"

"How did your aunt even manage enough food for two hundred persons?! Can we fit them in the hotel?"

"We can't, they'll be in the streets, waiting for us to walk out and into the car, weren't you listening a minute ago?"

He chuckled at her reprimanding tone.

"I'm slow tonight... This is my last day as a free man and my men forced me to drink the whole day."

"Poor thing. While you were drinking between every files, I was busy making sure our wedding wouldn't turn into utter chaos."

"I did order the best soldiers as guards to supervise the whole thing."

She laughed at that, in her full, genuine laugh. His heart yearned to see her face. Not to have to picture her eyes and their twinkle.

"To think it was supposed to be simple…"

"I know…. I miss you." He sighed.

"We're always on the phone."

He ran one hand through his hair, pulling off his eye patch. His ouroborous was itching. He felt restless. Anxious. In need.

"Amelia…"

His voice was open, wide open to the void in his chest at the idea that tomorrow would be a mere dream, at the idea that something, anything could happen and snatch his dream away.

"What's wrong? You sound like a mess…"

"You're a nervous wreck, you're one to talk."

They could tell just from the damn phone.

"King, where are you right now?"

He looked around him, loosening the collar of his uniform that suddenly felt too tight. The walls seemed to move toward him and the shadows were glaring right at him, eyes hiding everywhere. Was he really going to force her into his world? Had he the right? Had he any right?

"In my office, where else?" he retorted.

"Don't get defensive. I miss you too. I just want us to be tomorrow night, to be alone together."

He couldn't think of that. He would lose the little control he had on himself. He had forced himself to wait for this. He'd been waiting years. And it was eating him up now. To think he would have her to himself for a night, a single, short, less than twelve hours night before that they would have to rush to the train station and the East. Grumman would be on the same train. Obnoxious toward him and full of praise for his bride. King could already picture it from here. But that torture would be fine. Because after their arrival, after each hard day of work, he would walk home to his wife.

"It's almost midnight." He noted. "We'll be tomorrow in minutes."

"We should really get some sleep."

He could hear her aunt behind her, patronizing her once again. That would be over in less than hours.

"Melia, stay safe, okay?"

"Are you still worried, even now?"

"Always. I can't help it."

"I'll be safe, Brad. And you'll train me so that I can defend myself during the next few months, won't you?"

She was intent on that.

"I think I should hang up before I say something improper."

"You certainly should, then. I love you."

"So do I. Goodnight, darling."

"Goodnight my dear King."

It felt incredible. The manmade homunculus felt like a daydreaming teenager. It was then that something had to burst his bubble. Gold tooth walked in the room.

"We need you in the lab, 12."

The name had never changed. Would never change. King followed him down, his bubble gone and the dream a frail cloud that he tried to keep bundled under his uniform, next to his heart.

"Since you'll be gone for a few months, we'd like to run a few tests."

The tests lasted six hours and left Bradley disgusted with everyone around him. The dream was but a speck of light in the back of his heart. He had been probed, cut, burned, healed with philosopher stones and cut again. When he walked back into the barracks, his men told him he should get some sleep. One Envy soldier told him that Father wanted to see him. King went undergrown to receive his last orders before his departure. The wedding wasn't even mentioned.

Back with the humans, Irina and Baron tried to force him into his bed. He agreed to a nap and ended up sleeping the whole morning. Grumman rushed him to a shower and King reached the point where he didn't understand what was going on around him anymore. Everyone hurried him up, but time seemed to move too slowly. His suit felt a little too tight, though everyone assured him he looked dashing. The car that would escort him to the hotel was too black, too dark. He could swear purple eyes were glimpsing at him from beneath the wheels. His friends, subordinate and fellow soldiers took things under control, explaining his disarray on the stress.

Bradley was drove around, followed by a cortege of supporters. His fame outranked anything a simple colonel should have. Grumman told him as much. Brad didn't listen. Everything felt unreal. He spotted Lust among the people cheering in the street, right in front of the hotel. His throat tightened. He smiled as he walked out of the car, but it was all for good measures, because the dream was gone, replaced by fears and doubts. He had taken so many things from Amelia already. Could he…

Why should I doubt now? She wants this. I mean… me.

He tried to picture the armies he'd fought. The sight of Juliett's corpse. Amelia trying to crush his bones, trying to hurt him because she was hurting too much. Just to remind himself he had faced much much worse than his own wedding. But he hadn't been as ready as he thought. There were flowers on the walls, petals on the aisle. His aunt in law was crying from joy, Mrs Chistmas was balancing the small Roy Mustang on her hip while she gave directions to the caterers for the banquet. A senior officer, one general that King couldn't quite put a name on, was waiting at the end of the aisle.

"What have you done with your hair?" miss Corsaire asked him, holding a curse.

He shrugged, feeling like a schoolboy. No one was letting him out of their sight, everyone seemed to think he lacked one last thing thanks to some traditions. Grumman undoing and redoing his cravat while Amelia's aunt fixed his hair. And the worse was that King needed that chaos to get through every more minutes of waiting. He'd never been to a wedding in his life. Things had been so rushed, there had been no practice for it. He had thought things could be kept simple, but half of Central was gathering in the neighboring streets. He could hear them outside. It made him all the more agitated. The dream was a nightmare of complication and potential riots. He couldn't help himself. What if one of the homunculi decided it might be fun to cause a scene? What if Father wanted a crest of blood in Central suddenly? He had received orders that said otherwise.

But King had no control on anything, everyone was calling orders before that he could, his voice was lost in his throat and the bride was running late, as another damn tradition asked for it. He wanted to feel like himself, to get a hold of the situation as he'd done when he'd decided on the wedding in the first place. But this wasn't a battlefield, not now, and everything had planned and laid out. When the music started, he barely managed not to jump. He had checked and been asked a hundred times if he had the ring. Grumman had sworn to be his witness, but refused to hold any more responsibilities.

Bradley was looking for shadows and potential enemies when his mind should have been at peace. Only when Amelia showed up, at the beginning of the aisle, standing behind two bridesmaids, dressed in pure white and beaming, shining from joy, only then could he focus. He forgot the purples eyes his experiments-abused mind had pictured. He forgot the bleeding, the bruises and the dreadful red stones. All his impatience was back, the feverish worrying gone. Well, not entirely, not until she was standing next to him. It hurt not to reach for her. She was almost his. He saw how nervous she was. How happy. And not entirely carefree, despite her bright smile. She might cry from the sheer emotion she was feeling.

His choice. His wife. He barely heard his senior officer's words. His eyes could look at nothing but her. He felt as if he was slowly freeing himself from some chains. And she could tell that although he wasn't relaxed as he stood next to her, he was happy, in his own way.

"We come now to the words the bride and groom wants to hear the most today, the words taking them across the threshold of engagement to marriage. A marriage is, as we would define it, the full commitment of one's life to one another, with the exclusion of anyone else. This union is entered with the desire and hope that it will last for life."

King had no idea how long his life would last. Long enough for him to become Fuhrer. Long enough for Father's plan to bear fruition. But he was ready to spend it with the woman he'd chose to love. The rings were exchanged, a lot of words were said, until the point of no return.

"Amelia Corsaire, I need you to tell me if you're really willing to wed this man standing before us today, King Bradley. Do you come freely, giving yourself as his wife and ready to take his name? If so, say I do."

"I do." She said, without an instant of hesitation.

Bradley's imagination was warning him that this was too good to be true. But Amelia held his hands in her and they were now facing each other, ready to vow themselves to each other.

"King Bradley, I also need you to tell me if you're really willing to wed this woman standing before us today, Amelia Corsaire. Do you come freely, giving yourself as her husband and ready to give her your name and protection? If so, say I do."

"I do."

Nothing bad was happening. Nothing bad would happen. He had to temper himself. He wanted to check their surroundings, but he couldn't look away from her face, from her green eyes that were smiling.

"You can now say your vows."

Amelia started, immediately followed by King. They had compromised for this part, thinking it wasn't necessary to expand the ceremony. Their voices mixed together and the small crowd sighed at hearing the unity that already reigned between them.

"I, Amelia" "I, Brad"

"take you, Brad" "take you, Amelia"

"to be my husband" "to be my wife"

His voice almost break on the word as the emotion got the better of him, but her hands squeezed his fingers, cheering him on.

"I will share my life with yours"

"build your dreams together"

"support you through times of trouble, and rejoice with you in times of happiness."

"I promise to give you respect, loyalty and love through all the trials and triumphs of our lives together." Their voices were perfectly synced, as if they were breathing the same air, stopping at the same point. King had vowed for this day to be perfect for her, so she could cherish the memory and it was still perfect. A single tear ran down Amelia's face and he wiped it with a tender brush of his thumb.

"I vow to stay by your side, to give you my life and all of my love, renewed every day we have together."

A held back sigh escaped from the crowd and the general took a slight step back, whispering:

"I declare you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

The acclamations started, but King couldn't hear them. Amelia was finally in his arms, rightfully his. She kissed him back, not caring for the people looking, not even caring if she messed up his hair. She was just as thrilled as him. He felt as if he'd waited forever for that moment. When he let go of her, they were both breathless and the cheers were deafening.

"Can we… can we run now?" he asked her, as low as he could.

She laughed and gave him a peck on the lips, their fingers intertwining.

"Bear with them for a few more hours. You'll rule them one day."

They turned to the crowd, almost feeling like saluting. The banquet would start and food would be distributed along the streets. There would be dancing, but at the moment, King wasn't annoyed by any of the delays he had to deal with. His wife was standing right next to him. And he knew she was the best choice he could ever made.

To be continued…

So, there, the wedding. Now, I have the wedding night to write! Oh, I can't wait. I can't wait for it! I took more time to write this, because school, work and life have been really hard on me lately. Not in a bad way, I just crawl under more and more responsibilities. I had first planned to post this chapter for Christmas. But family took over and well, I managed to finish this before Valentine Day. Please, please review. I work on this fic on and off (or just whenever I feel not ashamed enough to do something else than school work), although I never stop to ship the Bradleys and to love them. I took particular care in the wedding ceremony, well the vows to be accurate. I don't do many weddings in fic, and I often do them the really old-fashioned way. This one is still simple, but I like the words chosen, the fact there's no "if someone wants to oppose, speak now, or stay silent forever".

Anyway, I'm not ever giving up on this fic. I really like feedback though, to know that people love them as much as I do. The story will steer away from the manga. I have big projects for this fic. There might be a lot more chapters to go before the end. I mean, they just got married. I have a lot more to exploit in the future. It could end here, but it wouldn't be enough. At least not for me. What about you?