"Riza are you okay?" Timothy asked through my door. "I'm sorry, I had forgotten that your father had arranged a marriage before you were born. They only did it so they could get away from their debt."
"I will be fine, but you could have at least told me before I fell in love with someone. Then I would have protected myself from this… this… hurt. You know that. Or at least Grandfather could have. I mean how could I have known?" I said between sobs. Isaiah had helped me up the stairs and into my hotel room. He had since left. I didn't want to believe it. I couldn't believe that something like this was kept from me.
"Riza I am sorry I should have told you, now please open this door. I will tell you exactly what happened between your family before that accident. Now will you let me in," I opened the door looked him straight in the eye, he was my height after all, and told him straight out that he could not and shall not tell me who I am to marry, I mean it was the twentieth century. I would not stand for an arranged marriage. I had a right to choose whom I do or don't marry.
"Riza you are eighteen, Isaiah is nineteen, you both don't know anything about life. How do you expect to make it. Riza, listen, I know you might think that you know enough, and I know that you love each other, but you aren't ready to start a family." He pleaded with me as I stood there waiting for him to stop. Little did I know in about two years I would be babysitting a Colonel and listening to him the very same way. Thinking about something else that really seemed to matter more at that moment.
"Timothy go away. I don't care what you have to say. Okay? Will you just go away!" I told him as I shut the door in his face. I loved Isaiah and nothing he said was going to stop me from marrying the love of my life.
"Riza you know that you must marry him, or wait, Riza-" I opened the door and saw him with his 'I'm deep in thought, mess with me and that thought will be long gone so don't' I pulled him into my room by the arm
"Or wait Riza what?" I questioned him.
"Unless you go ahead and marry Isaiah within the next two days. Otherwise, you will never see him again, we leave in four days. However if you marry him before we leave, it will be to late for you to marry Jean or whatever his name is. I can act as though I had nothing to do with it!"
"Wait what about Isaiah, he is still apprenticing, where would we live?" I questioned Timothy again. It was then that I heard a sharp knock on the door. I went to answer it and was greeted by a Amestrian man with, yes blonde hair, and his father. He had on a military uniform, looked about Academy issue. My grandfather is a general in the army so I knew what the uniforms looked like.
"Um, hello. I am Jean Havoc, this is my father Robert Havoc. Are you Miss Hawkeye?" The man said, I noticed the name. Jean, that was what-
"Riza this is your betrothed, I forgot to tell you he was coming."
"Timothy you forget a lot of things." I said as I pushed my way out of the door into the hallway.
"Where do you think you are going young lady?" Robert asked down the hall. He was obviously upset because I was leaving after he had gone so far just to see me.
"I am sorry but I have a previous Engagement." I put emphasis on the word engagement, though no one but Timothy knew what I was talking about. I walked out to the street, and sat down in one of the restaurants that was located not far from the hotel. I then heard a voice that I was overjoyed to hear.
"Riza!" I looked over to Isaiah who was apparently eating with the doctor he was studying under. He had gotten up and began to walk towards me.
"Isaiah, I am sorry!" I blurted out as he pulled me into a hug.
"What's wrong? What are you sorry about?" He asked me.
"My betrothed, he is, he and his father are here!" Isaiah looked down and into my eyes, and he simply said,
"Well maybe when you see them, you won't be Elizabeth Hawkeye." I looked at him with question, then he explained what was going on in his complex mind.(A/N I know how that feels, left out of the thought! On with the story!)
"Riza we should get married, I mean, soon, tomorrow, I have a place we can live. I have already discussed that with my father. As to supporting you, I may not be a Hawkeye, but I promise you will always have enough, Doctor Mika just hired me as his full time replacement. Riza I don't want to lose you," I nodded, he looked to Doctor Mika and he just waved us off. We walked to the temple arm in arm completely nervous but sure of ourselves. When we got there the priest seemed to know what was going on motioned for us to go over to him, we obeyed. We got there did the ceremony that was traditional for Ishvarlans but completely new to me. I asked if Religion not be brought into this, I explained I was a Christian, he sighed but agreed. He end we signed the document that proclaimed that we were husband and wife and the priest pronounced it,
"You are now Mr. and Mrs. Isaiah Riaka" We just looked at each other smiling. I couldn't believe it I was a WIFE, me, the sharp shooter, the best friend of the flame alchemist, was a wife, and couldn't be happier. We walked out of the temple.
"Would you like to go back to your hotel room?" He asked, knowing the answer, he somehow always seemed to know. He knew that I needed to say good-bye and pack my things. When we got to the hotel, arm in arm, fingers laced together in an unbreakable bond. We were greeted by the smell of cigarette smoke and a man in uniform.
"Miss Hawkeye! Where have you been? Your godfather has been looking for you all over the place. Wait what are you doing?" Jean Havoc just looked at us. He saw how we were walking. I then told him simply
"I am not Miss Hawkeye," I looked lovingly up to my husband. "I am Mrs. Riaka."
"Oh well do you have a sister or something? 'Cause I am supposed to be engaged to a Hawkeye. But she looks just like you." Then he finally put the pieces together, it was then that I heard a gruff voice behind him. I knew that voice a little to well.
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