A/N: I've never written Wicked before, and I'm not sure whether this sucks or not. So please tell me, and if so, tell me WHY it sucks.
"It's always the blonde haired princess who gets the boy in the end."
Galinda had heard it all before. And it was true, from a fairy tale point of view.
Fiyero and I were never in love. It was a publicity thing. I couldn't be happier for my two friends.
She gathered it made sense. I mean, who would fall in love, really, deeply, truly in love with a superficial blonde bimbo who gets everywhere on personality? It was fine for them to run off with each other, really. She could have her pick of any Prince Charming who threw themselves at her to climb up the popularity ladder.
It wasn't her with the problem, surely.
No decent guy would propose, get famous, and cruelly break her heart afterwards, would they?
Just like Fiyero…
No, that was ridiculous. Anyway, even if it was true, of course, she was never in love with him. Ever. They were both perfect, and so they seemed like a good couple.
And proposing to him was all for her political image, she supposed. No, there was no supposed about it. She never loved him, full stop.
So why did her heart shatter into a thousand pieces when Fiyero pointed the gun in her face, with loathing in his eyes?
When she saw him looking at Elphie the way she did to him?
When he only accepted her proposal "if it would make her happy."?
It was just for my popularity, I never really loved him.
Well, that's what she told people, anyway.