A/N: All right, so this is the first in a series about the marriage of Glinda the Good and Sir Chuffrey. Please review, I want to see if there is any interest before I write more chapters.

Disclamer: Don't own anything mentioned here. Can anyone explain to me why there has to be a disclaimer on every one of your fics? I think it's pretty obvious that I'm not Gregory Maguire.

Galinda Upland had always fought to be the very centre of attention when she was younger- she would scream, kick, cause trouble or feign injury just to have people crowd around her and make a fuss; even if the attention was negative. As she grew and matured, Galinda didn't need to try quite so hard to be the talk of the town- her astounding beauty and elevated social standing earned her all the favourable gossip she could ever have wanted. Men wanted her, women wanted to be her and parents wished their children could look more like her. She'd been educated in every necessary way- how to curl your hair, bat your eyelashes just so and so forth. No one knew where it came from, but Galinda had also a relatively quick mind. It wasn't called into use very often, but it was nice to know that beneath the glitter there may have been serious thought.

As Galinda became Glinda and then progressed to Glinda the Good, however, her need for admiration had abandoned her. She wanted to be admired by one person only, and that person had walked out of her life five years ago, never to be heard of again.

Not a note, a message, a sign had reached Glinda after that last parting with Elphaba- Glinda couldn't stand the thought of such utter rejection.

"Hold out, my sweet."

That's what she had said. Oz often wondered why their Golden Couple had never had children- Sir Chuffrey himself wondered the very same thing himself. On Glinda's wedding night her husband had practically threw himself onto the hotel suite's bed, "romantically" decorated with yellow rose petals and silk under-sheets, salivating with anticipation of taking away the virtue of the Good woman of Oz- how great was his surprise when his new wife climbed in next to him, pronounced her fatigue and swiftly fell asleep. Chuffrey didn't press the issue that night, but after two months of sleeping in separate rooms and sharing only surface kisses he confronted his beautiful wife.

"Glinda, my darling."

"Yes, husband?"

"Why will you not show me affection? If we are to consummate our marriage before I lay on my deathbed it may be wise to... Well, attempt some... Feeling."

He reached for her waist, pulling her close and trying to ignore the coldness in her sapphire eyes.

"I am not quite up to it tonight, Sir. I feel a cold coming on."

She broke from him rather snappishly, and tried to turn away from his blotched red face. How she hated the colour of it. Pink and red, with brown shadow of neglected shaving. How very different to the face of her love.

He grabbed her arm almost violently and pushed himself against her again, closer this time. Glinda could feel something hard pressed against her, and had to fight the urge to vomit. Men...

"Come now Glinders..." Chuffrey leaned in close to his wife, breathing hotly on her perfect face. "My sweet..."

Glinda slapped him abruptly across the face. The two stared at her hand, mirrored expressions of shock on their brows. Glinda gathered her skirts hastily and ran from the room with tears on her cheeks. She paused at the door and turned to her frozen husband.

"Don't ever call me that again."

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