Dorothy the Skipper
A girl watched from the shadows as her love wed another in a church down a dirty back alley of the Emerald city. She hadn't minded the countless romantic conquests that he was so famous for, they'd had to keep their love secret. But that was all in the past before he'd meet the love of his life, obviously her. And he did love her, of course he did, he'd practically said on their trip through Oz. Her knuckles burned white as her tiny pink nails ripped through the palm of her hand, a wedding was one step too far. Fiyero was vowing himself to another forever but he was hers and would be forever more. If she couldn't have him, no-one could. That's when she decided, you can kiss the bride but I'll come for you on your honeymoon. There was only one person in this world, or another other, who was allowed to love him and that was her.
