"Riza, it is good to see you again. How has Timothy been raising you." The man who looked about mid sixties in age said as he walked towards me and Isaiah. Isaiah protectively slipped an arm around my waist.
"Grandfather it is good to see you again. What brings you to Ishval?" I greeted him trying to remember all the hosting classes Timothy made me take. I didn't remember much but what I did remember I tried. Be polite, don't rush things, and always sound inviting.
"Why, I am here to see my granddaughter. And who is this man, I hope he is not this Ishvarlan you supposedly wanted to marry. I am sorry but you must marry Jean Havoc, I am sorry Riza. You cannot marry him. I am sorry, what was your name, Isaiah?"
"Yes sir. My name is Isaiah."
"Yes, well Isaiah, my granddaughter is betrothed, I am sorry about this. But you understand I am sure"
"Grandfather, stop it!" I had to stop this. I could feel Isaiah's strong hand tighten around my side, it didn't hurt but I needed him to calm down.
"Riza come along. You and Mr. Havoc should get to know each other. She will send you a wedding invitation, you can see her then." Isaiah tried to keep a calm demeanor though it was not working to well.
"Grandfather! Stop it! This has to stop. I need to tell you! I cant take this anymore!"
"Riza do not speak to me like that!"
"No Grandfather I will not allow you to mock my husband!" I yelled with out thinking. My grandfather, General Grumman turned white. He then whispered just loud enough for us to make out what he said
"Get out of my sight! No grandchild of mine will ever betray me like this!"
"Grandfather," I had whispered.
"NO! Get out!" We began to walk to my room.
"NO! Get out of here, you are no longer a guest here. I will tell Timothy what you did. Good Bye Elizabeth." He said maliciously to me. I looked at him, nodded, turned and walked out, Isaiah right with me. When we stepped out on the street I knelt down and began to sob. Isaiah kneeled down to me and brought me to his arms.
"It will be alright," He attempted to comfort me. It was then that I noticed the tears coming from his eyes. I looked at him. He attempted a soft smile and wiped my tears.
"I'm sorry," He began to apologize but I stopped him from that, if I didn't regret marrying him, then he should not feel guilty. I put my lips to his and stopped him from his attempted apology. He pulled away and motioned down the street. I nodded my head and we walked together, once again comforting each other. When we reached a house it was a rather simple house, but it was big enough for a small family. I looked at Isaiah and he motioned to the door. We walked up to the door and Isaiah opened it. I walked into the house it was like something that was typical in the area. It was one floor, medium sized, furnished. I looked at Isaiah and he smiled.
"Isaiah its wonderful!" I exclaimed as we walked through the house. I saw the master bedroom it was definitely large compared to the rest of the house. I saw this room with the handmade bed. I looked at my husband he gestured towards the main room. He looked like he thought I wasn't ready, I told him.
"Is this not the night of my marriage shall we not finish what is ordinary after the ceremony in my homeland?" He smirked at me completely knowing what I was saying. He pressed his lips to mine. I deepened the kiss.
"Are you sure that you want this already?" He asked me breathily, he wanted to make sure that I was ready. I most surely was. I didn't want to be the blushing virgin anymore.
"Yes, I want this," I responded quickly. We walked into the room, lips still attached to one another, and shut the door. We began to strip our clothes off as we tried not to pull to far away. He ripped off my skirt, and my shirt, which was luckily a button up shirt. I worked at his trousers which that to quickly came off, we pulled away for a moment and he pulled of his shirt. We got closer and closer, I could feel him becoming aroused. He pushed me on the bed, I eagerly complied.
"This will hurt," He told me
"I know, but I am ready," He simply nodded. As though he agreed. His hand caressed my face before he did what I knew was coming. The next morning my whole bottom half was sore, but I woke up in his arms his chin was on my forehead his face was in my messy hair. I smiled when I remembered all that had happened the night before. I knew that that would be the beginning of the rest of my life. My life happily with Isaiah, as Mrs. Isaiah Riaka.
A/N
Thanks For reading and this is not the end! I will write till the part where Once a cowgirl picks up. So update! Or I will not be a happy camper! Got IT? And thank you to Bohemianwritterredroses and Nessa, was it, for reviewing.
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