Riza thought that the months had flown by rather quickly. It seemed like only yesterday that Roy had called and told her that Edward had said yes. She was pleased that Roy had finally gotten what he wanted without having to suffer, though he had come back with a rather nasty bruise on his back from a table.
It had been decided that she, Al and Winry would be the ones to plan the wedding, as they were the closest to the pair and would know what they wanted most. The ceremony would be small, only close friends and family invited. It would be held in Resembol. No overflowing flowers, no ice sculptures, no frilliness and absolutely no wedding dress.
A small, simple ceremony in summer at the same place they had met so many years ago. Both fighting to achieve something greater than themselves. They had managed to reach their goals, though not how they'd planned. Roy was not Fuhrer, but the country was in a much better place. Ed still had an automail leg, but his arm and, most importantly, his brother's body had been returned.
It was fitting that they ended one chapter of their lives and began another in a place that had changed their lives once before.
Riza smiled to herself as she slid into her blue dress, only a shade lighter than her uniform, today was the start of something amazing for those two.
