But a dumb thought crossed my mind, a memory of what Ling told me, when he and his royal family visited my home. Ling had wanted to become emperor of his families lands, being a king, a good and nice one. 

His words were whispering in my mind: "You know Ed, all those "kings" can fight to sit on this stupid throne. But a throne doesnt make a king of yourself. A king is no king without his people."

And then Ed remembered, Lings guard added something like: "But people without their king would be lost as well."

I frowned slightly, thinking about the all the dead people in the kingdoms due to their kings fights. 

You suddenly cupped my face, getting me out of my thoughts. I looked up again, my mind being a big mess. You smiled, so I returned it, but it felt pained. Regrets and doubts started to fill me, making smiling hard and being happy even harder.

Can you be our king? I asked you in my thoughts. A good king, rightful, honest? Will you care about your people and the people of your defeated enemies? Or will our kingdom burn under your hatred?

"I love you" I spoke quietly, my voice barely louder than a whisper, far from loud words.

Your smile grew as you laid your forehead against mine. "I love you too." You responded, your voice unushual sweet.

You pulled me even closer. I felt the contrast between your warm body and the cold snow, felt your strong protective arms around myself, hands who once crushed your enemies, barehanded or with a weapon or with fire. Your soft breathing against my neck, your voice who could say such lovely things, but also burn people alive with just one other word. 

I felt guilt in my, horror from deep within. The thought came so fast, too fast, for me to fully understand. I didn't want to do that, my feelings blocked my moves, my mind spinning in circles about the thought.

You kissed me and my thoughts stopped, at least for some seconds. Your soft lips moved on mine, your big hands held my hips, your dark eyes were closed. I closed my as well, trying to find some inner peace, enjoying the kiss, the kiss from my lover, my king, from you. The last one. 

We parted and while you smile of happiness, there's sadness in me.

"I'm sorry." I whispered. "I'm sorry, Roy."

You look at me confused, not understanding my apology. Not now, but soon, just some seconds. The thought was killing me inside, forcing small tears in my eyes.

"What do you mean, Edwa-" Blood.

You looked at me with wide eyes, unbelieving. The red liquid of life came out of your mouth. You tried to say something, anything, but before a word could escape your lips, you fell against me, too weak to stand alone.

I still held, with shaking hands, my sword which I stabbed right through your heart. Your weight pulled me down, but I tried to stand, keep you up even though you'll go down, now, because of me. Because I killed you.

"W-Why...?" Your voice was raspy, full of pain and sorrow, quiet.

"B-Because...." I answered hesitantly. "I love you... and I don't... want you to be consumed by your wrath... I promised it to Lady Riza... before she died.... I promised so keep you save... and on the right path... I promised, I won't lose you to hatred and anger..."

I felt blood on my shoulder, my chest. You breathed stertorously, your death rattle. "I.... E-Ed, I...."

"Please, f-forgive me someday..." I closed my eyes as tears fell down. With you in my arms I sank on my knees, on the cold snowy ground.

"E-Ed... I... I l-love you..."

No, why, why did you have to say that?! Why do you still love me, why don't you hate me?! I killed you! Roy! 

Not a single word left my mouth anymore, I just sat there, shaking and holding onto you. Your hand which was gripping my right arm lost its grip and fell down, now limp. I heard you breathing out, one last breath, before you stopped moving, just cold blood flowing down.

And your last words were 'I love you'? 

Sobs escaped my mouth as I laid you on the ground. I pulled the sword back out, the blade darkred from your blood. 

As I looked in your face, I immediantly cried more. Your black eyes with the red shimmer were closed, blood was dripping from your moth, but you smiled. You smiled! Looked happy, peacefully sleeping almost, not like you've been murdered brutally.

One of my tears fell on your face, making it look like you cried instead of me.

How awful I was, crying over your death even though I killed you with my own hands! I bended over you, a sad smile on my face.

"I..."

I rested my head on your chest, laid beside you, cuddled close. My hand on your wound, my eyes closed.

More snow was falling down, snowing on you and me, laying over us like a soft blanked. Your red blood was soon gone under the white snow. 

I felt the cold from the snow and from you. From you, the one who went through fires like nothing. Who could control flames. Who rode a fire-breathing dragon! And now you were cold.

And soon was I. 

"... love you too."