68- Saved.
Riza had never liked fairy tales, there were never enough guns in them.
The idea, however, she did like.
The ideas of Prince Charming coming and sweeping you off your feet in his shining armour, saving you from a life of misery where you wouldn't be complete without him in your life.
That she did like; not that she would admit it to anyone of course because that just wasn't the way that people saw her.
And, anyway, it never happened like that in real life.
In real life the horrors weren't your evil step-family. They were pointless massacres that left you with a bad taste in your mouth and nightmares that left you awake in the deepest darkest parts of the night wishing that it could all be unseen or that there was some kind of apple that put you into a deep slumber.
In real life Prince Charming wasn't in a suit of shining armour with a valiant steed to sweep you off your feet and carry you into your happily ever after. He was in a dirty white coat like yours with the same haggard look on his face as is on yours.
And yet, it still bares resemblance to what it used to be, he still had a ghost of his old, suave, crooked smile that you used to love when you both were younger and still believed that there was good in the world. His black eyes that looked so hollowed out and exhausted to a point beyond exhaustion still bared resemblance to the old fire that used to burn within them. And his black hair, wind swept and interesting still looked that way, just without the gloss that used to cause the sun to bounce from it.
Riza had never liked fairy tales, simply because the happily ever after idea didn't happen in real life.
But, the idea of being saved by your Prince Charming in his dirty white coat with his State Military uniform, that she did like.