Here we are, everyone! New story! I know I have two more chapters of 'To Be A Princess" to go, but I just couldn't wait any longer to start posting this. Get ready for lots of Fiyeraba fluff. And… you know… some angst and drama thrown in for good measure, but mostly fluff.

A hearty laugh escaped Elphaba Thropp's throat as she ran through the tall grass of the Thousand Year Grasslands. She ran faster and faster, the wind whipping through her long, raven locks. She turned around, expecting to see her boyfriend right behind her, but slowed to a stop when she realized that she was alone. "Yero?" she called, looking around. "Yero!" A high pitched squeal escaped from her throat as she felt someone tackle her from behind, causing her to fall to the ground. She turned to see Fiyero Tigulaar laying on top of her, a cheeky smile painted on his lips.

"Hi," he grinned, leaning down to kiss the green girl.

Elphaba smiled against the kiss, then pushed the prince off of her, causing him to roll over onto his back. "Hey."

"So, do you like it here?"

Elphaba looked around at the tall grass and wildflowers surrounding her and smiled. "You were right. It is beautiful. The flowers and the grass and the trees…"

The prince chuckled. "That wasn't exactly what I was talking about."

Now Elphaba was confused. "Oh?"

Fiyero reached over and plucked a yellow dandelion and placed it in her hair. "I meant here, in the Vinkus?"

"In general?"

Fiyero nodded.

The green girl thought for a moment. "It's… different from Munchkinland. I'm just really glad my father allowed me to spend the summer here."

"You earned it, Fae. You were top of the year at Shiz. They don't select just anyone to be the class valedictorian. You deserve a little break."

Elphaba blushed. "Well, to answer your question, I love it here. The people are… surprisingly really nice and accepting of me. I just… didn't expect it, I guess."

"So, you would want to, say, live here?"

Elphaba laughed softly. "For how long?"

"I don't know… the rest of our lives."

It quickly sunk in what Fiyero was saying and Elphaba whipped around to face him. "I… Yero, was that a… proposal?"

"No," Fiyero said nonchalantly. "It was just a simple question."

"Oh." For some reason, Elphaba sounded disappointed, which didn't go unnoticed by the prince.

"So?"

"It is beautiful here, Yero, but…"

"Fae," the prince cut her off with a kiss. "You're making this more difficult than it really is. No buts, just answer the question."

"I… I would love to live here, but I have responsibilities back in Munchkinland. Nessa needs me."

The Prince's heart fell a bit, but he tried his best to cover it up. "Fae, Nessa is a grown woman now. Surely, you could…"

"Yero, you know the only reason my father allowed me to come here was because Nessa also wanted to come. If she didn't want to come, I'd be back in Munchkinland right now. I know you don't like it, but that's just the way it is."

"I know, but I don't like it," Fiyero repeated, gently kissing his girlfriend. "But I like you."

Elphaba rolled her eyes and gently pushed away. "You're so cheesy."

"You still love me," the prince said, giving his girlfriend a cheeky smile.

The two laid in the grass in silence for a while, their hands intertwined. Elphaba inhaled deeply, the clean, country air filling her lungs. Fiyero turned his head and silently observed her, smiling softly at the way her dimples showed when she smiled.

"What?" Elphaba asked softly when she realized Fiyero was looking at her.

"Nothing, nothing. It's just… you're really beautiful."

Elphaba blushed and made to turn away, but Fiyero caught her chin and kissed her again. "Really beautiful," he murmured against her lips.

"Yero," Elphaba moaned as Fiyero kissed her neck.

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

"I love you, too, Fae." Smiling, the prince rose to his feet and helped Elphaba up. As they walked back, holding hands and swinging their arms, Fiyero wondered if he could ask Elphaba the question he planned on asking her.

"What is it, Yero?" Elphaba asked when she noticed the look on Fiyero's face.

"I wanted to ask you something."

"What?"

Fiyero stopped and gently turned Elphaba towards him. "I like you, Fae. Scratch that – I love you. I could go into this whole big speech about how stupid, shallow and self-absorbed I was before we met, but you already know that story."

"'Maybe the driver saw green and thought it meant 'go''?" Elphaba teased.

"Yeah," the prince blushed, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. "Things like that. Anyway, I know how your life was before we met, and no matter how much I want to, I can't change that, and I'm really sorry that I can't, but…" He reached into his back pocket. "I can control what happens from this day forward."

"Yero, is this… are you…" Elphaba gasped, cursing her inability to form complete thoughts.

The prince chuckled as he got down on one knee. "Yes, Fae. This is a proposal."

Elphaba felt the blood rush to her face as Fiyero pulled out a small, black box and opened it, revealing an engagement ring with a thick, silver band and a blue diamond gemstone in the center.

"Elphaba Melena Thropp," Fiyero began slowly, noticing the tears in the green girl's eyes. "Will you marry me?"

Elphaba didn't even bother to try and stop the tears from flowing down her cheek. "I… Fiyero…"

"Let me put it this way," Fiyero said, still on one knee. "Do you want to marry me?"

"O-Of course I want t-to, Yero," Elphaba managed to say in between sobs.

The prince smiled. "So, will you marry me?"

Not trusting her voice, Elphaba simply nodded. Grinning, Fiyero slipped the ring onto her left ring finger and rose to his feet. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her passionately, wrapping his arm around her as they both fell back onto the grass.

"In case I haven't told you before, I love you," Fiyero smiled once they pulled away, wiping a tear from Elphaba's cheek.

"I love you, too, Yero," Elphaba smiled, wiping a stray tear. "So much."

"I leave you alone for five minutes, and you come back engaged!"

Fiyero laughed as his older cousin, Calysteria, or Cally for short, the Duchess of Kvon Altar, admired Elphaba's ring.

"Well, I take it that Fiyero here managed not to screw it up," Cally smirked. "Good for you, cuz."

"Gee, thanks, cuz," Fiyero sighed, wrapping his arms around his fiancée.

"I take it I'm invited to the wedding?"

"No," Fiyero deadpanned.

"Of course," Elphaba smiled.

The duchess smirked. "Good, because someone's got to make sure Fiyero actually arrives on time."

"Again, thanks!" Fiyero said, throwing his hands into the air. "Wait until everyone else hears the news."

"What news?" Galinda asked as she came into the parlor, pushing Nessa's wheelchair.

"We're getting married!" Fiyero announced happily, gently pulling Elphaba closer to him.

Galinda eyes widened. "Really?" she squealed.

The green girl smiled softly and nodded. "Yes."

"Lemme see! Lemme see! Lemme see!" Galinda giggled as she hurried over to her friend and examined the ring.

"Traditional Vinkun Diamond was a very wise choice Fiyero," Cally said sincerely.

"I know," the prince said, clearly proud of himself.

"Fabala, that's wonderful news," Nessa smiled as she wheeled over to her sister. "I'm so happy for you."

"Thank you, Nessie," Elphaba smiled, hugging her sister.

"What's going on in here?" Queen Amalie asked as she entered the parlor with her husband, King Raal.

"Wittle Fiywero here is getting married," Cally giggled as she pinched her cousin's cheek.

"Cally!" Fiyero frowned, lightly slapping her hand away.

"It's about time, too," Raal muttered, earning him an elbow to the side from his wife.

"Fiyero, Elphaba, that's wonderful news," Amalie smiled, approaching the green girl and giving her a hug. "Welcome to the family, Elphaba."

"Thank you," Elphaba smiled, returning the hug.

The blonde looked absolutely thrilled. "Oh my Oz, this is so exciting! Ooh, and what will your dress look like? We will have to go dress shopping, of course."

Before Elphaba could answer, Amalie said softly, "Elphaba, since you will be marrying into the royal family, there are certain royal traditions that you must abide by when it comes to the wedding."

"What kind of traditions?" Elphaba asked, turning towards the Queen.

Amalie smiled. "For example, you won't see the dress until the wedding day. There are special designers that come and take your measurements, and design the dress that way."

Galinda looked crestfallen that she wouldn't be able to help her friend pick out her wedding dress, but Elphaba didn't seem to mind. "It's alright," the green girl reassured her. She would gladly abide by the traditions if it meant marrying the love of her life.

Well, that was the first chapter. And I created a twitter account for my writing. The link is in my bio.