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song for this chapter: of monster and men – king and lionheart

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but you're a king and i'm a lionheart

When Chris had invited Riza and Mia around to the bar for dinner, Riza didn't expect her daughter to be whisked away immediately by Vanessa as soon as they set foot inside the bar. Chris approached with determination.

"We need to talk."

Anxiety settled in Riza's stomach. What was all this about? There was no room for argument as Chris turned on her heel and walked away, expecting Riza to follow.

Riza wondered if this had something to do with Roy. He'd suddenly called shortly after arriving at work that morning to say that he wouldn't be home until late that night. He had some work to do, but he was sorry, and he loved them both. She didn't think much of it, just told him to be safe and got on with her day. Then, Chris called shortly afterwards, encouraging Riza to come for dinner. While she thought it would be lovely to spend the evening with her mother-in-law, there was a tiny niggle in the back of her mind that something was happening behind the scenes.

Chris led the way through to the backroom of the bar, into her home. She led Riza into her kitchen without any kind of indication of what the topic of discussion would be, and that made the wait worse. Was this something she needed to worry about? Riza's thoughts were interrupted by Mia's happy squeal from somewhere in the house, followed by Vanessa's laugh.

Uncertainty clawed at Riza's heart. She wanted to ask what was going on but knew better. Everything Chris did was for a reason, so if she was leading Riza away from Mia then it was something their daughter shouldn't overhear. Riza bit her tongue.

Once inside the kitchen, Chris gestured for Riza to sit.

"Roy will be working late tonight, but I'm sure you already know about that."

"He called this morning," Riza confirmed.

Chris nodded. "He's going to do something tonight, and wanted you brought here as a precaution."

"What's he doing?" Riza asked. Her stomach tightened at the serious look on Chris' face.

"He's going to fake someone's death using his flame alchemy." There was no hesitation, she stated it as bluntly as she could.

"Oh…" Riza's heart thudded inside her chest at the revelation. "Wait." Riza paused, something clicking inside of her mind. "Does this have anything to do with Maria Ross?"

It had been all over the papers for a few days. Apparently the soldier had killed Maes Hughes. Initially, Riza had scrutinised the photo and wondered how that woman could have taken someone else's life. She'd been an exemplary soldier, according to the news, so why would she murder one of her own? The story didn't quite add up for Riza, and it didn't for Roy either.

They hadn't spoken much about it. They didn't get a chance really when Mia was around. However, he'd spent more time in his study in the evenings after Mia had gone to bed. Riza would pop her head in and ask if he needed anything, only to be greeted by a tired smile and the reassurance he was all right. She'd spotted Maes' name on the papers in front of him, alongside Maria Ross', which Roy had quickly scribbled down then scored out. Riza knew he was investigating his friend's death and was worried for him. Roy explained he couldn't do it at work, so would spend an hour or two looking over things. Sometimes Riza offered her own input but couldn't do much. She had a good eye for details but wasn't in investigations. Still, she could be someone he could talk to about it all.

Chris nodded. "It does. He's going to fake her death tonight."

"How though?" Maria Ross was in prison. What was he up to?

"He's staging a prison break and will "kill" her." Chris used finger quotations to explain herself.

Riza swallowed.

"It's all staged though, don't worry. He has a dummy at the ready that I helped procure the ingredients for. Breda came to me with some things he needed, and I helped the operation along. Havoc will protect Ross and help get her out of the country."

"So, why bring Mia and I here?"

"Roy asked if I could invite you for dinner, partly as a precaution but also because he probably felt guilty he wouldn't be home tonight."

Riza nodded, things falling into place. He had sounded regretful on the phone earlier when he said he wouldn't be home.

"Why is us being out of the house a precaution?"

Chris shrugged. "Beats me, but I have a pretty good theory."

"What is it?"

She regarded Riza quietly for a long moment, which only caused frustration to build.

"Chris, please. If my daughter is in some kind of danger then I deserve to know what it is."

She eyed Riza once more before nodding. "There's dangerous people roaming around Central right now. They each bear a matching tattoo. An Ouroboros tattoo. They're tied to the military somehow, but we don't know why yet."

Ouroboros… Riza had seen that word mentioned before, years ago in an ancient history book. She was sure it had been in her father's study. "What does the tattoo look like?" At the mention of a tattoo, her back tingled lightly as a reminder. She hadn't discussed any form of tattoo with anyone in a long time. They weren't popular around Amestris, so weren't a regular topic of conversation.

"A snake eating its own tail."

That definitely sounded familiar to Riza. She was sure she'd seen it on Roy's desk at home, half-hidden by other pieces of paper.

"And these people pose a threat?"

Chris nodded. "We don't know who they're targeting, but yes, they do. Just be cautious, all right? Know that if you ever need anything, I'm just a call away as well."

Riza sat back in her chair.

"I have no reason to believe they will contact you personally, however, just keep an eye out," Chris warned.

"I will," she swallowed. She was still in a daze from all this new information. It was weighing on her heavily. If Roy was targeted by them, who was to say they wouldn't use her or Mia to get to him? She shuddered at the thought.

"Roy Boy asked if I could at least fill you in on what was going on tonight, and promised he'd answer any questions you had as soon as possible," Chris added. "He sent me a coded message earlier and then a quick call. I have the letter if you want to see it?"

Curiosity got the better of her, and Riza nodded.

As Chris left the room Riza remained in place, processing the information she'd been given tonight.

This was… big. Riza knew of his plan to get to the top and was well aware of everything that entailed now, but… Now it was real. He was taking steps here that, if found out, could get him court-martialled. Her stomach twisted. But she knew him, and she knew his team. They were smart as hell. And if Chris was on their side too, helping them along, it eased Riza's worries a little bit.

"I also have this, if you could pass it onto him?" Chris handed her an envelope along with the piece of paper. The front was blank, giving nothing away. "More information for him."

This was usual practice between them both. Over the years when Riza and Mia had gone to visit Chris and Roy's sisters, messages in letters had been passed onto Riza to be delivered to Roy. Riza knew he'd been overreacting when he insisted on not getting her involved in anything. And she'd been right. What was so dangerous about picking up a handful of envelopes to hand over to her husband?

"I will."

"I'll get us a drink." Chris excused herself and left Riza with Roy's coded letter.

It was a story. There were various names on the paper, each one starting with a specific letter at the beginning. Those letters were used to spell out the words of his message. Riza didn't bother to read the story he'd crafted. The message itself was all that held her attention at that moment.

Jailbreak MR. Get Riza and Mia for dinner. Love both.

She smiled at the last part, her finger stroking over the paper.

Sometimes Riza would read the story just to see how he managed to fit it all together. Riza had tried it too in her spare time, leaving little notes for him in his office at home. Then he'd started doing it as well without a word of warning. His were far cuter than hers, with a message of 'I love you' left all over the house. Soon, it was common practice and they'd shown Mia how to do it too. Her messages weren't long or complex, but it was just a bit of fun for the small family.

"He's a dramatic one," Chris snorted. "Jailbreak," she muttered. "I don't know where he got that flair from."

Riza laughed. "He used to always tell me it was from you and wondered how I couldn't see it."

Chris shook her head and lifted her eyes to the ceiling. "He's a strange one, that's for sure."

"He certainly knows how to keep us on our toes," Riza murmured, turning her focus back to his letter.

"He didn't want to speak to you about it over the phone, is my guess. Too many people potentially listening in."

"I know," Riza reassured her. "I just hope tonight goes well for all involved."

"That fake corpse was perfectly constructed," Chris replied, sipping at her water. Her cigarette was absent from her lips. "And Roy, having a flair for dramatics, will make sure it's well presented."

Riza's stomach turned. "Where are they taking Maria?" she asked, trying to turn the conversation away from the "corpse".

"No idea. That was need to know only."

Humming in agreement, Riza took a sip of her own water.

"I had another reason for bringing you here tonight, Riza."

"Oh?"

"You've expressed interest in the part of becoming a part-time informant."

She nodded. "I have."

"Have you ever been interested in working the floor? You can absolutely say no," Chris added, lifting her hands in front of her to placate any objections. "All you'd have to do is sit and talk to people."

Riza cocked her head and considered it. Then grimaced. "No. The whole reason for me to come and collect the messages from you and the girls was to stop people thinking Roy was cheating on me by going out on "dates" with them. What would happen if word got out at his place of work that his wife was cheating on him?"

"A fair point, and a very good answer," Chris chipped in. "However, I suppose I worded that incorrectly. Let me rephrase that, would you be interested in talking to people to gather information rather than simply collecting messages?"

"In what way?"

"Military wives love to gossip. They come in every Friday night. While their husbands sit in the bar, we have a space for them to catch up and basically moan about their partners for a couple of hours. It's in the back of the bar, in that room just off to the right as you go out."

Riza had noticed the door there but hadn't thought much more of it. She'd never been through there.

"Your upstart Colonel husband would be a good talking point for those ladies," Chris ventured.

"Are you asking me to gossip about my husband?" Riza frowned.

"Not at all, but you would be welcomed into their social circle openly. Roy Boy is certainly making a name for himself, especially after coming to Central, and he's a hot topic of conversation."

Riza wasn't sure she liked the sound of that. "Only good things, I hope?"

"Of course. Mostly because he's a breath of fresh air with all the old stuffy military officials that usually frequent their company."

She still wasn't sure she liked the sound of that. "And I assume these conversations are all innocent?"

Chris shook her head. "Riza, all those women are old enough to be Roy's mother," she chuckled. "They dote on him because he's a kind kid who's friendly and polite to everyone. Always the charmer," she snorted. "Vanessa very quickly put an end to any possible… not so innocent thoughts. She went in there one Friday gushing about Roy's beautiful wife and his adorable daughter."

She laughed when Riza's cheeks turned pink at the compliment, and Riza coughed to hide it.

"I'm not jealous," Riza assured Chris. "I just don't want pointless gossip to ruin his reputation."

"If anything, they love your little family even more now. They ate it up. It's the truth, of course, but they really do say nothing but good things, I promise. The girls covering the party make sure of it." Chris sat back in her chair. "It was just an idea," she relented. "Some other way for you to help. Military wives on a Friday night can be very animated, and I thought you stopping by would get them to open up even more. It's completely up to yourself," she relented. "It can be a onetime thing or a regular occurrence. It was just something to try."

"I'll consider it," Riza stated carefully. She'd need to weigh her options and if she could find someone to look after Mia if Roy was working.

"That's all I ask. Roy told me a while back you were interested in being an informant, and the idea occurred to me after that last Friday night."

"What happened last Friday night?"

"Lots more oohing and ahing over your perfect family," she smirked. "Honestly, they eat it up Riza. You should come and see it for yourself someday."

"Are you suggesting we're not perfect," Riza quipped, smiling over the rim of her glass.

"No one is perfect," Chris replied with her own smirk. "But they are correct. You are a beautiful woman and Mia is extremely adorable."

Chris guffawed while Riza mumbled her thanks at another compliment from her. She was sure Chris only did it because she got a kick out of it.

"Every word of that is the truth," Chris stated assuredly. "Come on, let's go and see what Mia's up to. See if she's tired out Vanessa yet," she chuckled.

Mia was half asleep as she walked up the stairs to her bedroom. The offer to remain at Chris' for the night was there, but Mia had school tomorrow morning so it would be easier for Riza to just take her home. Her mother-in-law had also offered Roxanne's protection. While Riza appreciated it and welcomed the determined and eager look on Roxanne's face, she politely declined the offer.

Riza had only been in bed for fifteen minutes or so before she heard the front door opening. Her body tensed in its half-asleep state, but relaxed when she heard Roy sigh from downstairs. Lights were turned off as he climbed the stairs. With heavy footsteps, he reached the top of the stairs but stopped outside Mia's bedroom door. Riza heard it creak open as he checked in on her. The house turned silent as he did so.

Their bedroom door opened and Riza looked up. Like his footfalls suggested, he looked exhausted, but he still offered her a smile.

"Hi," he greeted. Roy's voice sounded a little hoarse as he spoke, discarding his military jacket over the back of the armchair on his side of the bed.

"Hey," she smiled. "How did it go?"

"Everything went well. The plan went off without a hitch."

Roy kicked his trousers off and placed it over his jacket on the chair. His shirt however was discarded into a pile on the floor, so he remained in only his boxers. Climbing into bed, Roy wrapped his arms around Riza tightly, giving her a squeeze. A kiss was pressed to her forehead and Riza sighed into it, her body relaxing now she knew that he was home.

"Maria is safe?"

Roy nodded. "On her way to Xerxes."

"Xerxes? That's quite a distance," she commented, racking her brain to try and think how far through the desert that was.

"We've determined that whoever is behind it all is working throughout Amestris," Roy yawned. "I wanted to be safe. I have some associates from Xing, and they'll escort her there."

"And are you okay?"

"Yeah," he mumbled tiredly.

"Chris told me what you had to do with the… corpse." Riza grimaced. Her tired mind couldn't think of a better or more tactful way to word it.

"It was fine. I saved someone's life tonight, that's what matters," he yawned again, but his expression quickly turned pained. "I did become the villain for doing it though."

"How come?"

"Edward always seems to be in the wrong place at the right time," he mumbled. "He saw me 'killing' Ross. I had no idea who was tailing him or if he was compromised so I had to go with the murder story."

"I'm sorry, Roy."

"It's all right," he sighed. "But thank you. The kid hates me for sure now," Roy chuckled. "But he'll be on his way to Xerxes soon enough too so he can find out the truth." His eyelids fluttered closed.

Riza looked up as his eyelashes splayed across his cheeks and his face finally relaxed. The day's events had been weighing on him, and she was loath to take up any more of his sleeping time.

"Get some rest, Roy," she breathed, pressing a kiss to his lips.

He grunted softly in response, deepening the kiss for a moment. "Just what I needed to feel better," he grinned. It was that dopey smile that he only showed when he was tired, and Riza loved it. "Plus, I'll need it. Tomorrow will be another long day." Then, she felt him pause. "There's… something coming up in a few days. I anticipate we'll need to go after one of the people with the Ouroboros tattoo. Can you go to my mother's that night?"

"Is this something I should be concerned about?"

Roy shook his head. "No. And I mean it," he added earnestly. "I really don't anticipate anything like that coming your way, however, it would give me peace of mind to know you're all together."

"You know I can handle myself," she quipped lightly.

"I don't doubt it for a second," he replied, pressing a kiss to her forehead again. "But until I know exactly what I'm dealing with and how to handle it, it would let me breathe easier if I knew my pregnant wife and my daughter were under my mother's protection. She has a whole labyrinth of tunnels underneath her bar. If the wrong people come knocking then you can hide under there and I'll come when it's safe."

"The wrong people, huh?"

He nodded. "The Ouroboros gang," he drawled. "Keep an eye out for anyone with that tattoo by the way. I have a picture of it in my office. I'll show you it tomorrow."

"Don't worry, your mother already explained it to me."

His eyelids drifted closed again and Riza smiled. She lifted a hand to caress his face lightly with her fingers. He flinched in fright but turned his head to press a kiss to her palm.

"Get some sleep," she prompted.

"You said that before then distracted me," he grumbled.

"I can take that kiss back," she joked, moving out of his hold. This caused him to latch onto her torso even tighter.

"Please don't," he begged. "I'm sorry," he gushed dramatically.

"Go to sleep, Roy. I love you."

He hummed with a smile. "Love you too."