Chapter 3 The Engagement
"Hello Riza" Isaiah said as he knocked on the door of my hotel room. He looked like he was up to something though I wasn't sure of what. I looked at him, he had asked Timothy to tell me to dress up, neither of us, Timothy nor I, where positive why. I dressed in one of my nicer dresses it was a deep wine color. The skirt went past my shoes, and the top was a simple button up shirt. My blonde hair was up in its clip that I had made a habit of when I was learning how to sharp shoot.
"Isaiah, where are we going today that you wanted me to dress up for?" I questioned him, looking him up and down, he to was dressed up.
"I wanted to talk to you about something, but not here." He explained and from the hotel we went to a place where everyone was dressed up. It was the Temple. I looked at him as though I was going to kill him and he explained quickly,
"I have only brought you here to show you something, nothing more, I am not asking you to convert or anything." He once again led the way, we walked up some twenty stairs and we reached the area that he wanted to show me, it was a roof, but it had a monumental view of the entire city and beyond. I gasped at the sight that was in front of me. I could not believe it. He walked past me to one of the railings and leaned on it. He too taking in the sights. I joined him there. I laced my arm through his. It was then that he reminded me why we were up there.
"Riza, I know I have known you but for about two weeks, but I love you, and I don't want to lose you." I agreed with him that I didn't want to lose him either. I loved him, too. He then took my hand in his and asked me the four words every woman wants to hear in their life time.
"Will you Riza Hawkeye, marry me?" I would have screamed yes but my voice seemed gone. Tears welled up in my eyes and all I could do was nod my head and smile. He pulled me into a passionate kiss, and once again it seemed as though Ishval stopped around us and we were the only people alive. I couldn't believe it. He slipped a ring onto my finger and smiled. We walked back to my hotel at about nine, Timothy was waiting up in the lobby. He looked furious but knowing just the same. Just as he always did.
"Isaiah, where have you and Riza been!" He had yelled into the hallway, then I motioned with my hand and he looked at it and saw the amethyst ring that Isaiah had placed on my finger. He looked shocked but happy, his whole mood changed. He then yelled something into the lobby that made both Isaiah and I look at him rather interestingly.
"I AM GOING TO GET GRANDCHILDREN AFTER ALL!" and mumbled something along the lines 'I must contact general Grumman his granddaughter is getting married!' and walked to the room where all the phones were located, leaving Isaiah and I to stand in the lobby, getting over the shock of what my godfather had just said about grandchildren. However Timothy walked back into the room about four minutes later and whispered.
"Riza, you must know something,"
"What is it Timothy"
"Riza you were promised to someone else at birth," This made me take a few steps backward and almost faint, if Isaiah wasn't holding on to me, I probably would have. Isaiah then pulled me close and whispered "Its okay, we will make it work. I love you and you love me, we will be together." I began to sob into his shirt as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and held on to me. Running his fingers through my hair as if to say 'it is alright. It will be alright'. That day will haunt my memories forever.
A/N
I'm done with the third chapter and most of the fourth. I am also using a new word processor so bear with me as I learn how to use this new one! And I am sorry about rushing this but hey they are supposed to be kids, so give them a break;
bohemianwriterredroses: I am truly sorry about the other well you, I am Schizo so I know how you feel LOL
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