Chapter Two

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, except maybe the cat that will be in this chapter teehee. Everything else belongs to the talking cow, aka HA (However you spell her name)

RATED: MA (For violence, language, and sexuality. (Not sure about lemons yet :/))

"You will apologize to her, and you will continue to make up for your actions at tea time today! HOW DARE YOU try to ruin this engagement with your tomfoolery! She is one of the kindest, most calm people you could ever meet! She didn't even bat an eyelash at your stupidity today! Which is a lot more than I can say for the rest of the courtiers!"

Roy yawned widely as his mother continued to rave on about his mistake. So what he had forgotten that he was supposed to meet his fiancée today at stupid tea time? He was much more preoccupied with getting laid, which had a lot more advantages that meeting some even tempered "kind" woman whom he knew nothing about. He hadn't even caught a glimpse of her before Maes had pushed him and Sadie out of the hall.

After his mother had finished screaming at him, he walked out to the castle gardens to find Maes, who was waiting for him under the oak tree in the middle of the garden.

"You're lucky her parents didn't call of the engagement. You are also very lucky she didn't seem to care." Maes said, giving him a look. Roy rolled his eyes and heaved a huge sigh.

"Not you too? Mary mother of God! I will go to her house tomorrow afternoon with some sort of jewelry and patch this whole mess up, okay? Are you damn people happy now? What is it that everyone wants from me?" Roy cried out exasperatedly. Maes rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

"Nothing much, just that you stop your lady chasing ways and start settling for one woman, your fiancée. She is quite a beauty, if I wasn't already married to Gracia, I would be very attracted to her." Maes grinned widely at the mention of his new wife, and started going into lala land. Roy smiled a little; he had been best friends with Maes ever since they were kids, back when their titles didn't matter. Though Maes was a Baron, a very wealthy one at that.

"Look, it's hard to break old habits. I still haven't gotten used to the whole idea of getting married. I'm sure this woman is gorgeous, and I'll go see her tomorrow. But for now…I'm going to my room and sitting down with a good book and a nice glass of whiskey." Roy told Maes lightly, turning to go back into the castle.

"Just…I don't know Roy….don't screw this up. The fate of this kingdom rests on your shoulders when your parents die, or when the step down, whichever comes first. Having a good wife like Elizabeth Hawkeye will bring you good fortune." Maes said calmly as Roy began to walk away.

"Nag, nag, nag….good thing I have someone like you…" Roy muttered with a smirk as he walked away.

"How can you not be infuriated?"

"Honestly, I don't know. I have heard of his reputation, so I suppose I expected it. That and everyone else seemed more than appalled enough for me. This is an arranged marriage, I don't expect him to love me, and I highly doubt he expects me to be like one of his mistresses…" Elizabeth spoke quietly as her maid brushed her hair.

"But when you two are married in the future, you do expect him to faithful, don't you?" the maid, Winry, asked lightly. Elizabeth smiled a small smile as she stood up and walked over to her large bed to lie down. Winry set the brush down on the vanity and watched as Elizabeth climbed into the bed.

"I do…but I shouldn't do such things. It is not good to have big expectations of someone who you know can hardly overcome them in such a short period of time. Unless of course, he is quite taken with me within the first two weeks, then I would expect such things from him…" Elizabeth laughed a little at her words. Winry smiled and shook her head.

"And what if he is swept away by your beauty and grace, what if he does fall in love with you right away? Like in the story books?"

"Then maybe we'll be the next fairy tale love story." Elizabeth replied softly, her eyes gazing into nothingness.

"Oh my god. He's here. The Prince is here to see you!" Winry gasped as her and Elizabeth looked out the window down towards the front gates. Elizabeth swallowed nervously.

'Perhaps he has come to apologize…I would assume he wants to do things properly…' she thought to herself, becoming hopeful. Maybe she would not have to deal with a future husband that bedded other women.

"My god, Elizabeth! You're not even properly dressed yet!" Elizabeth's mother yelled as she burst into her daughters' room. Elizabeth smiled a little and held back a laugh. She thought it was so silly the way everyone overreacted about everything. Like being royalty was something totally special. Well it was, but people who are royal tend to be just like everyone else, just with tons of money and titles.

Elizabeth tried not to think too much as her mother and Winry began dressing her and tugging at her golden locks with a brush and applying light rouge to her cheeks and fussing over what jewelry to put on her. She had known for two years that she had been put in an arranged marriage, but now everything just seemed to be happening so fast. She was also aware of the fact that she would have to make her debut at the court soon in front of the royal majesties and all the courtiers. That made her slightly nervous. What if nobody liked her after all? What if she was too quiet, too calm and level- headed during situations? What if her future husband thought her ugly?

"Elizabeth, hurry downstairs he is in the drawing room waiting to speak with you!" her mother hissed, practically pushing her down the stairs. Elizabeth shook her head lightly, looking down at the pink gown she had been forced into. It was one of her favorites. It was a simple pink silk gown with very little embellishments and it fit her frame nicely. Her hair had been braided and curled into a knot towards the top of her head, and a few curls hung loosely to frame her face along with her bangs. She smiled lightly as she entered the drawing room and faced her fiancé for the first time.

Roy paced back and forth nervously. He had to get this right, he had to agree with everyone else in the end, he had made an out right fool of himself yesterday. If there was anything he knew how to do right besides run a country it was how to charm women and make them feel special. Little to anyone's knowledge except maybe his best friend (who knew everything about him anyways), he had always looked up to his father in the respect that he treated his wife like gold. His father had always shown great affection for his wife, and showered her with gifts whenever he pleased, and gave her whatever she desired. Ever since Roy was a child, he had wanted to do that for his own wife. He had always wanted to be a real man like his father.

'I hope I don't look dingy, and whatever else. I must make a good impression upon my future wife and get to know her. I must keep myself in good spirits. Being tied down to one woman for the rest of my life won't kill me. I might even like this one for real…who knows…' Roy thought to himself as he stopped pacing and the door to the drawing room opened. He put his trademark smirk on his face as he turned to face his future wife and look at her properly for the first time.

"Hello…my name is Elizabeth…but I suppose you already knew that." Elizabeth said coolly as she took in the sight of Prince Roy Mustang. 'I have never been one to gush over a handsome man but…my god he is quite gorgeous.' Elizabeth thought, her eyes roaming over him. He was well built, tall, with dark hair and beautiful dark blue eyes. He had a slight tan, and she could tell he had muscles, but he wasn't too muscular, which was nice. She loved how tall he was, she had always dreamt of marrying a tall man…

Roy stood and tried to keep breathing. He opened his mouth to speak and shut it again as she stared at him waiting for him to talk. 'You look stupid you fool, say something!' he yelled at himself in his mind. She was absolutely breathtaking, Maes had been correct. She had long golden blonde hair piled into a knot, with gorgeous amber eyes. She was slender and small, but not too small. She had a busty chest and a curvaceous figure. Her skin was a peach cream color, and she looked so soft and warm. He had a feeling falling for her wouldn't be so hard anymore.

"And I'm sure you already know that I am…Prince Roy Mustang, but you will be calling me Roy...because of course…the whole marriage thing…" Roy said, feeling more stupid with each word he spoke. But the small smile remained on her lips as she opened her mouth to speak again.

"Yes. It is a pleasure to finally meet you, after hearing about you all this time." Elizabeth replied, looking away from him as she walked to stand closer to him. Her heart fluttered, and she cautioned herself not to start trusting so easily.

"About my actions yesterday, Mi-…Elizabeth, I do apologize. It was uncalled for and completely foolish of me. I have brought you a couple of presents to attempt to make up for it, though I know it won't be easy to win you over that way I'm sure…ah, please don't let me banter on…" Roy laughed, putting a hand to his forehead and shaking his head. Elizabeth laughed lightly with him. She looked over to the small basket by the velvet couch two feet from them.

"Oh! You shouldn't have, they're so sweet looking. And asleep…" Elizabeth spoke softly as she kneeled down beside the wicker basket, a soft glow coming to her face. Inside the basket, a small orange and white kitten nestled softly next to an equally small black and white puppy.

"Like I said, I didn't know which you would prefer, so I have given you both. They're weaned from their mothers and both very docile and sweet…" Roy explained, smiling.

"They're wonderful…thank you." Elizabeth whispered, standing up and smiling softly at him. She seemed to get lost in his midnight blue eyes briefly. She felt a small blush creep up on her cheeks as he perched himself nervously on the sofa.

"Look…I'm no good at this whole small talk thing. I usually just charm the girls and they blabber on while I pretend to listen. I feel that doing that to you would be totally wrong and unfair." He blurted out, mentally hitting himself as he did. Elizabeth sat beside him and sighed, her face remaining neutral.

"Then why don't we both start from the beginning, and take this slow and easy. You seem to be just as nervous as I am…" Elizabeth said coolly, her amber eyes looking down at her new pets.

"I would like that very much…" Roy said quietly, unable to take his eyes off her. For the first time in his very short twenty years, Prince Roy Mustang felt the unmistakable feelings of a budding love interest.

A/N: Thank you for all of your wonderful reviews! I am enjoying writing this story very much, and I do hope you'll enjoy reading it! If you see any inconsistencies, or anything else, please let me know. And please, please review if you have time! I have big plans for this story.