Fiyero saluted. "You sent for me?"
"She has arrived."
"Already?"
"Already."
He gulped a breath.
"It's time to do as you promised."
He hung his head. "Please. Not her."
"You vowed."
"I remember," he bit back.
"You swore allegiance."
"I know!" his eyes flashed, then dimmed, "I will."
"She is waiting."
His heart beat frantically. He couldn't do this. Wouldn't. It was wrong. It was inhuman to ask him to.
Not her.
He knocked on the door, miserable, hopeless, resigned.
"Fiyero?"
"Galinda."
"Oh, Fiyero, can you believe it? We're getting married!"
"I know." He forced a smile. "Shall we?"