The Mansion On Drachmian Border

Past Event: Before The Wedding

There was a wedding bow made of flowers in Dante's garden. He could look at it from his room. Hours ago he wanted to yell and cry and beat the shit out of Dante but now he just felt numb as he was sitting in the expensive white suit. It was a tradition in Amestris, that men would get married in white suits and women in white, cream, or pastel dress. He has never seen it, but he knew Dante would wear a pastel purple dress.

He was brushing his hair for fifteen minutes now, desperate to do something. Dante locked Elicia in her room and told him to get ready if he wanted to see his daughter in one piece again. Then she locked him to.

He didn't want to get married. Not to Dante.

His hands shook as he tried to make sure, that each of his hairs was exactly where it was supposed to be. He was falling at that task. They were always a couple of hairs sticking in the wrong direction, or the hairdo pulled his hair in a strange direction, or the parts weren't all pulled equally... He couldn't get it right and his hands felt tired. He wanted to just take scissors and chop off all of them, but he knew Dante would beat him if he did. Or she would hurt Elica.

Goddess, his daughter had to be so scared. He just wanted to hold her in his arms and check if she was alright. He just wanted to be with her. He wanted-

His hair tie snapped open and all his hair fell down to his shoulders. He looked at himself in the mirror and then at the broken hair tie resting on his palm. He let out a sob and forced himself not to cry. If his eyes got puffy for the ceremony, Dante would be mad. He couldn't risk her getting mad.

With his eyes burning he reached for another hair tie and began to work on his hair again.

He wanted to die. If Elicia wasn't locked in her room, Maes would have already hung himself. It would be so much better than marrying Dante. If only Elicia wasn't here...

Why has Dante had to go after his family? Why?

It was his fault it all happened. If he only knew how it would end, he would have never approached her on the streets of Central, but back then he only saw an old woman and a maid having trouble carrying two heavy bags. He offered to carry one of the bags after it fell on the ground and walked with them all the way to their hotel room. The old woman kept asking him questions each one more personal, than the last. He lied saying that he had a meeting after she invited him to stay for tea, and even though it seemed like he was overreacting at the time, he felt like he dodged a bullet. He didn't think about the strange old lady for months, and he didn't even recognize her at first when he was brought to her mansion.

Why did he have to be that stupid back then?

If he would just ignore them back then, nothing would have happened. Wasn't that ironic? His wife was dead because he helped a maid carry an old woman's bag.

And now he was marrying Dante who took over Gracia's body. If there was a way to avoid it, he wanted to know it, but any idea he came up with wouldn't guarantee Elicia's safety. Dante told him, that she'd kill her and make him watch if he resisted.

And so he did the only thing he could in that situation and tried to get himself ready.

„Human!” Envy unlocked the door „I wanted to see how-” they paused looking at Maes still holding the broken hair tie „-ready you are... Honestly? You can't even do your own hair?” they asked grabbing Maes's wooden comb and beginning to brush his hair with enough force to drag his head back along with it, before getting his hair into a neat ponytail pulling his hair with force and digging the comb into his skin.

Maes did not react to that. There was no point. Envy would do whatever they wanted and Maes preferred to not receive a punch to his stomach for being difficult. Still, his head started to hurt worse, than before.