If her life were a fairytale,she'd be a Princess.
A fair and gentle woman,simply waiting for Prince Charming.

And he,Roy Mustang,would be iher/i Prince.

Together they would fight unspeakable evil threatining to destroy their lands.
And through determination they would defeat that evil.

Then they would marry,restore peace,and live happily ever after in love.

Because good always triumphed over evil.

But seeing him half dead,soaked in blood on the homunculi Fuhrer's porch,made all those thoughts stop.

Upon getting closer to him,she relized she was not living a fairytale.

The Prince was dead or dieing.
The Princess was crying.
Their homeland was in turmoil.

Had good truely won?