It's not too late to fix things. Those were her words. She had also told him not to sacrifice anything for her sake. But he had made promises too. He had once been naive enough to think that he could rebuild this country as fuhrer. But that dream had been revealed to be just that—a dream. As insignificant as a lover's whisper amidst a thunderstorm, completely drowned out.

After the Promised Day, nobody was in the right frame of mind to make decisions. But this was the court system he and his queen, Riza were being subjected too. At least the pain wouldn't start immediately. They would still be given some time to begin to recover from their physical wounds.

"Well hi there sleepyhead." Riza's gentle voice woke Roy. He blinked groggily and lifted himself up on his elbows. Looking to his beautiful queen the Lieutenant, lying down beside him, he cast his mind back to remember the whirlwind of events from the past few days.

After Dr Marcoh used the Stone to heal Jean Havoc's legs, Mustang was next in line. The procedure had been completed without a hitch, though his muscles were still sore from the fight. He and Riza were still in the same hospital room, but this time they had told the nurses to take a hike so they could spend the night together, healing one another through their bruised bodies.

"Mmm," Roy lowered his face to her naked chest, inhaling. He closed his eyes and wished that they could go back to sleep. If he could always remain beside her, he never wanted to wake.

Riza laughed quietly, smoothing out his hair. It was a beautiful sound and Roy couldn't have appreciated it more, even if he had known that it was the last time he would hear it. He lifted his head to hers and kissed her, first gently and then more insistently, his lips growing more demanding. Riza moaned softly and Roy sidled on top of her. His skin was a fire where it contacted hers along the length of his body. He could feel his desire for her growing and nibbled on Riza's lip. She shut her eyes and he could feel her tensing underneath him...

Before anything more could happen, however, there was a knock on the door.

"Colonel Mustang, this is Brigadier General Edison. Open up." Roy quickly rolled off of Riza and the pair attempted to smooth out the sheets before the door was literally kicked in by two of Edison's henchmen.

Riza gasped and recoiled. Roy instinctively leaned to protect her, placing his muscled shoulder in front of her. He was confused. Wasn't Edison arrested with Bradley's other supporters? They should all have been in jail by now!

Edison looked at the pair and while his comrades' faces flamed, his eyes gleamed. Sunlight reflected off his glasses in the dim room, making the lenses opaque.

"You two, hurry up and make yourselves decent. These men are ready to escort you to the hearing in fifteen minutes."

"What hearing?" Roy's voice was level but there was a hint of aggression to his words.

Edison pretended to look upset. "You, Miss Hawkeye here, Major Alex Armstrong, among others, are going to finally face retribution for your heinous acts in Ishval."

Then Edison turned and left the room. His guards followed him out but Roy and Riza knew that they were just waiting behind that closed door, ready to take them to their judgement. Riza looked at Roy, her eyes worried. What would happen to them now?