Hi! So I just finished Son of a Witch, and I ABSOLUTELY love Liir. He's such a little shit, and I love it. Then I had a perfectly content moment when I opened A Lion Among Men to see the family trees.

This chapter is kind of packed. There's something important in each section, so let me know if you catch all or any! :)

Disclaimer: I just love Fiyeraba.

Fiyero grinned as I trailed my fingers over his chest and abdomen. I traced random patterns into his tanned skin. I traced my name, traced his last name, traced the first things that popped into my mind. I was perfectly content to just stay here in his arms for the rest of the day. Oh Oz, I sounded like one of those lovesick teenagers that Nessa always dreamed about being. I rolled my eyes but made no motion to move from my current position. All I wanted to do was stay in bed and explore this new territory some more. My new territory. Fiyero made a noise in the back of his throat as my hand ventured lower down his body, not too low but low enough. When I did start to move my hand lower, Fiyero grabbed my hand and brought it back up to his chest with a silly smile on his face. He turned over on his side to face me, draping my arm over his side as he did. I returned his smile and then his kiss when his lips met mine in a soft and tender kiss. I dug my nails down the paths they had taken last night, keeping my eye on Fiyero to see his reaction. Well, he definitely didn't object to anything I was doing. His body confirmed.

"That was fun." Fiyero whispered as he nudged my nose with his. I kissed him again and nodded. "We should have done that ages ago."

Our legs twisted together and toes tickled. I wouldn't object to waking up like this every morning for the rest of my life. Fiyero rubbed circles into my back as some more kisses were shared between us. The moment was ruined, though, at the sound of heels clanking from down the hall. I sighed and groped around for my slip somewhere on the floor. I bit my tongue to keep from groaning. Would I always be this sore? Fiyero did this all the time. Was he always sore after those nights? Or did the alcohol somehow make it so muscle soreness wouldn't come. Either way, I pretended to be perfectly fine when a maid knocked on the door and told us the time. Fiyero stayed in bed for a while, watching me pick up the clothes that we had scattered last night; and he was still in bed when I came out of the bathroom after bathing. He grinned at me as I sat down at the vanity, running the brush through my hair and oil over my skin. I shot him a critical look, but he just smiled in return.

"You're beautiful."

I laughed, "You're ridiculous." Then rolled my eyes. "We were careless, Fiyero. We should have used protection or something."

"I'm not diseased." He scoffed.

"That's not what I was talking about."

"Oh, please," He waved his hand and then looked around for his underpants. "Everyone knows you can't get pregnant from your first time." I nodded. I would need to look that up later. I'd never heard that in my life. Then again, I didn't have much experience in this area.

Fiyero joined me on the vanity seat, poking around some of the bottles that were laid out. I didn't use half of them, but Polon said they were for decoration mostly. I kept to the coconut scented things. It had quickly become my favorite scent. Fiyero, like a child, sniffed the various bottles and cans. I snickered when his nose twitched at a scent he didn't particularly enjoy. He picked up a container of concealer that Polon had sent over two nights ago, so it would be at his disposal when he came to prepare me for each event of the week. Today we were going to be prepped early since guests were still arriving. And you know, we had to be pristine for when the Wizard arrive. The Wizard. The great and wonderful Wizard of Oz. Coming to my fake wedding. It was so surreal. We were going to be in the same room as the most powerful man in Oz. Mindblowing.

"Fiyero!" I gasped when he scooped up a decent amount of one of Polon's products and pasted it down my hair and onto my shoulder.

"Oops." He smirked. "We should share a bath to save time."

"I hardly think sharing a bath is going to save time!" I snapped, trying to get the makeup out. It was useless. I glared lazily at Fiyero.

"We should share a bath anyway." His smirk turned into a full and beaming smile when I made no noise to object.

Once again we were wrapped around each other. In the tub this time. I held tight to him, savoring the feel of the slickness of our bodies working with one another. Rubbing against each other. Molding into each other. Fitting each other. Like we were made for each other. I should have given in to his advances a long time ago. It was such a wonderful sensation. Even the exploration was fantastic. Everything about Fiyero was enticing. And in a manner of speaking, he was all mine. He loved me. He chose me. He wanted me. It was a lot to take in and process; but I was glad that it was me. The more I was with him, the longer we were together, the stronger my feels for him became. I didn't want anyone else, and I didn't want him to be with anyone else. I know he probably should have been with someone like Galinda, or even Nessa, but it was me who he was with. Our imperfections were perfect for each other.

I giggled like a girl, a little bit after we had separated, as Fiyero nibbled a specific spot on my neck. His hands kept my back tightly pressed against his chest. We weren't cleaning as well as one should in a bath, but I wasn't too worried. The water was still warm, and no one had come to fetch us yet. At least I had gotten the makeup out of my hair. Really, what was so wrong with enjoying each other's company. We were supposed to be playing the part of a married couple, after all. So I sunk into Fiyero and let him do as he pleased. Which pleased him very much. His hands were keeping me in place by being pressed against my stomach, firmly and gently at the same time. He stroked his thumbs over the green skin down there. I trailed my fingers nimbly up and down his thighs and kneecaps. I was flying high and ground all at one. I was unlimited when I was with him. I was someone important; and I was someone I wanted to be. I was so happy I could melt.

There was bound to be something wrong. There had to be.

"We're never going to get clean." Fiyero muttered lightly as his soapy hands moved across my stomach, up my sides, and over my back and shoulders. "The more I clean, the more I want to do something dirty."

"I told you sharing a bath wouldn't save time." I clicked my tongue.

"I was thinking-"

"Oz help us all."

Fiyero pushed my shoulder softly, "No, I'm serious." I turned around and pushed myself to the opposite side of the tub. Maybe we could clean up as he talked. Maybe. "We could probably get Baako to pay for his meddling." I looked at him skeptically. "My father wouldn't be so keen on leaving the Vinkus in the hands of someone who was trying to kick his own brother and ward out of the country. If my father knew what Baako put us up to, he would probably exile Baako for trying to exile us."

"Oh," I paused before squeezing the sponge over my soap covered arm. "Even if that was logical," The King was not going to listen to that. He would accuse Fiyero of being power hungry. "There is something that I wanted to talk to you about." He looked ready to argue with me calling his idea illogical. "That conversation I had with my grandfather was about Governorship of Munchkinland."

"You said Nessa'll be Governor when she turns of age." He shrugged.

"Well, it turns out passing the title isn't as simple as my parents thought it was."

"What does that mean?"

"It means my grandfather is merely Regent Governor," I wrung my hair out. "For me. If I wanted to, I could rule Munchkinland when I turn of age."

"Fae," I looked up at him. I liked that. I really liked that. "That's fantastic!"

"I wouldn't go as far to call it fantastic." I laughed. "But it does add to the reason why our union is such a hot topic, with a traditional consummation and all. My grandfather was saying the politics of it all is what's got all the leaders so interested in us."

"The politics of it all? A prince wedding a ward?"

"The politics of it all, meaning a possible heiress to the Vinkun throne and Governorship of Munchkinland."

"She would be the most powerful person in Oz." Fiyero slumped back against the wall of the tub, his chest smothered with soap. I nodded. "She would be the leader of the East and West." He added, more so to himself. "She'd be stronger than the Wizard." I really, really wanted to know what was going through his head. I know I could barely process it when my grandfather told me. "Why didn't you tell me this last night?"

"We were kind of busy, Fiyero." I said a little condescendingly. "In case you forgot."

"Of course not." He smirked. "I'm just saying, that's huge."

"Well, I mean, it's not like it's going to happen." In the near future. "Do you think Baako knew? Do you think that may have been a reason why he was trying to rid the both of us?"

"No," Fiyero shook his head. "He wouldn't have thrown us together if he knew. Do you think Nessa knows?"

"Oh, no," I definitely did not. "She's happy for us in her own Unionist way. She was surprised yesterday when my grandfather thought I'd be returning to Munchkinland."

"You're not going to?" He looked astonished.

"The only other place I could imagine living is the City." I stared at him and then down at our touching knees. Uncertainly, I took his hand and took in the contrasting skin tones for a moment, "Besides, I know how much you love the Thousand Year Grasslands, and I could see myself out there when this whole ordeal."

Fiyero splashed some water on his chest and then scooted closer to me with a smug grin on his stupid face. "Elphaba Thropp, are you telling me that you want to marry me someday?" He kissed my hand.

I yanked it away and finished cleaning myself up hurriedly. "I'm just saying that I don't see wanting to be away from you any time soon. Don't get cocky, Tiggular, I like doing things out of spite."

He smiled like a fool when I rose from the chilling water. "Wait," He said as I dried off to put a robe on. "Your not saying this because we made love, are you?" I did a double take at his use of words. I hadn't expected him to call it that. "Because I don't want you to feel obligated to do anything you don't want to do. You don't owe me anything.

"I don't feel obligated." I assured him as I dried my hair with a towel. "I speak freely. Honestly." He lightened up and asked for me to toss him a towel. People would be here soon to prep us for the day.

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I fell back against the wall in the first room I could find. I could feel my heart pounding in my throat. It was pounding, but my pulse was slowing down, and I was starting to break out in a cold sweat. Was I having a heart attack? A stroke? I don't even remember learning about them. Maybe I was dying. Oh, Oz, I couldn't die. We had a banquet hall full of people who were getting drunk and expecting to be in the presence of me. They all wanted to see me. Watch my every move. Some of the girls wanted to be me, and who was I? I was a no one! A simple dead Governor's daughter. A child of the state. An orphan. I was nobody's child. I was just some green girl in a fancy dress, dying in a fancy-oh, what room was I even in? I looked around, but I couldn't focus enough to pick out anything in the room. Oh my Oz, what was happening? Wasn't my life supposed to be flashing before my eyes? What life? I tried laughing, but it came out as a gasp. I couldn't breath. I was incapable of doing anything but dying against the damned wall.

The door to the room burst open, and I could barely make out the rush of fabric the followed. I couldn't even tell you if they were male or female! I pressed my hand to my chest to try and calm my heart. Or maybe the unidentified person was doing that. Oh, I didn't know. What were my hands doing? The person said something to me; it went in one ear and out the other, though. They grabbed my shoulders and gave me a firm shake. Good, so it was my hand on my chest. Theirs were on my shoulders, and mine were trying to keep my heart secure in its cavity. It just wanted to jump out my throat. I blanched at the thought of it doing that. I needed to lie down. I needed to sleep until winter came. I needed a glass of water. I needed to get out of this damned corset before I croaked in a strange room in front of someone I didn't know. Just barely, but still, I saw the door open again to let another person in. Much smaller. Or maybe my vision was just playing tricks on me.

There was a ripping sound, and then I felt a wave of relief hit me as oxygen found my lungs. I blinked several times and took a few more deep breaths before I realized I was in south solar. Standing only in my underclothes. The ceremonial garb was in a pile at my feet.

"Elphie, can you speak?" Another couple blinks and I found Galinda's face.

"The Wizard's out there." I choked out.

"Yes!" Galinda beamed. "He looks so wonderful!"

"He touched my hand." I spluttered. "Kissed my cheek." I touched where his lips had fallen.

"I'm going to try and loosen the stitching in this," Polon's sudden -well, not so sudden- appearance startled me. "Careful, sweetie." He cooed. "Just stay right here, I'm going to go get some supplies and a robe for you."

"I'll stay with her." Galinda cried after him, not that Polon cared. He didn't really like Galinda. She was too pink for him. "I'm so conflicted. I absolutely love his work, but I'm not too fond of him."

"Elphaba!" Fiyero's voice called from somewhere in the corridor. Galinda answered back for him, and in a matter of seconds, Fiyero was bursting through the door. He set the candelabra he'd been holding down on the table in the middle of the room and came over to me. "Elphaba, are you okay? You nearly gave my father a heart attack. He said you turned blue." Fiyero cupped my face, my neck, and my shoulders. As if to assure himself I was here and in once piece.

"I was just overwhelmed with meeting the Wizard, I'm sure. I'm fine."

"And her corset was probably blocking all airflow." Galinda added. "Polon went to fetch some of his supplies to let out the stitching a bit."

The two of them sat with me until Polon returned with a robe, a slip, and several supplies he needed to do a quick job on the ancient dress. Fiyero turned around, not that I had something he hadn't seen, as Galinda and Polon helped me out of the sweaty underclothes and torn corset and into my slip and robe. Ah, breathing. I would never take deep breaths for granted again. I could feel my blood circulation start up again as it pumped into areas of my body that had been so tightly constricted by the corset that the leader of the Yunamata had brought by. I was so glad that I didn't have to wear it anymore. I don't think my organs and bones could have handled being crushed and bruised for another hour. The women who wore those things regularly deserved far more credit than I had ever given them. Nessa and I had many occasions where we were forced into uncomfortably tight bodices for the sake of an outfit, but that corset made those bodices feel like wearing nothing. I took great pleasure in watching Polon stuff the damned thing into his bag.

Galinda told Fiyero and I about Avaric sitting alone at one of the corner tables with only a bottle of liquor for company. She went on and on about how infuriating of a person he was, and I couldn't hep but wonder if the tension laced in her words was more sexual than not. I didn't say anything to her about it, though, but I caught Fiyero's eye and knew he was thinking the same thing. Then she moved on to some of the people who were in attendance. She seemed perplexed by all the Quadlings who came to see us. Of course, most of the Quadlings were ones who were there to interpret between the different languages of Oz for the high end Quadlings. It was somewhat of a madhouse. Hearing all the different languages as you walked around the hall. The majority of the people were able to speak the common Ozian language; but there were people who could only speak the language of their region. All the different ethnicities at the castle was, in and of itself, a testament to the importance of our union, my grandfather had said when I struck up a conversation with him.

"Galinda, can you go get Elphaba a glass of water?" Fiyero asked after Polon excused himself to get something he forgot.

She hesitated for a moment, like she was afraid she'd come back to find us in a position no one needed to see, but ultimately she happily obliged when she remembered I had recently nearly suffocated.

"The Wizard was talking to Baako and my father," Fiyero whispered. "And one of my friends from the village overheard. He's quite curious about the possibility of an heiress. I think that he's nervous a union between the East and West will cause the two to side for a civil war against the City to separate from Oz."

"That's ridiculous! The Vinkus and Munchkinland would start a civil war with each other before joining forces against the capital."

"Well, yeah, we may think it's ridiculous, but for someone who's use to having power over Oz as a whole, the idea of someone else having more power than you will make you think crazy things plausible."

"So what? You think he's reminding people of who he is by giving us his 'blessing'?"

"I think we both know what someone will do to make other people aware of the power they have."

"I think you're reading too far into a situation with a baby that isn't real. That's why we have a Wizard, Fiyero, so nothing bad will happen."

He stared at me for a split second before breaking out into a genuine smile. "You're right." Fiyero kissed me quickly and deeply before pulling back. "I should probably get back out there before people think we slipped away to something we ought not be doing in the middle of an event." He winked and left me alone to wait for Polon or Galinda.

After Polon had worked his magic on the dress, I walked back into the banquet hall, plastering a smile on my face in order to socialize with people I didn't care for. Fiyero was on the opposite side of the room, talking with the Yunamata's leader's to-be-successor and the Scrow's leader's second born son. The trademark blue teardrops of the Yunamata shown clearly and brightly against the successor's olive skin. She was a rough looking one, but you'd expect nothing less from a woman who spent most of her time tramping around the Kells. She wasn't even someone important yet, but she looked like she was the only Yunamata who mattered. I straightened my spine out and tried to mimic her posture. It shouted authority and regality. And what were princesses if not authoritative and regal? My shoulders slumped a bit after I thought about it. What was I doing? I wasn't going to be a princess. I was an imposter. I was a fraud. I was being approached by the Wizard of Oz. My spine went stiff.

"Princess Elphaba," The Wizard gave me a half bow, and I had myself questioning his every move. What did a half bow mean? Did he not think me worthy of a full bow? Or was he afraid I would do something to metaphorically stab him in the back? Damn Fiyero. The Wizard was so amiable, though, that by the time he was upright and smiling, I found it hard to believe he could wish harm on anyone. He looked like he ought to be someone's father. "I must say, I was not expecting much this evening, but the Vinkuns have proved me wrong. They have certainly welcomed you into their ruling class with open arms."

"I feel very honored to be held in such high regard by them." It was the truth. "The Vinkus has always been like home to me, and I'm just happy know I can truthfully call it that. Or, well, will be able to call it that after the ceremonies."

"The King said you were married in the gardens here at the castle?" I nodded, casting a careful glance about the crowd. "I've heard so much rumor and gossip about the new Princess of the Vinkus. Would you care to walk an aging man down to those gardens and engage him in conversation? I'd very much like to hear all about the wonderful woman of the west." He called me wonderful. The Wonderful Wizard of Oz called me wonderful. And it sounded wonderful. Just wonderful.

I thought about it. How could I say no to the Wizard? But how would the Vinkuns who orchestrated all this feel if I were to leave to give someone a tour? Even if that someone was the Wizard. The night was all about me and Fiyero. I couldn't very well flee for a second time without a good enough excuse. Luckily, Avaric was more astute than Galinda would give him credit for. Although, he may have not been so great at thinking his moments of salvage through very well. Nevertheless, the Gillikin came stumbling between the two of us, glowering at an unknown person. The Wizard looked completely appalled at first, but his composure came smacking back.

"That's right! Hide, bon Cavalish! I'll find you and wring your hillbilly neck!" With exaggerated surprise, Avaric turned to face the Wizard. "Oh. My. Oz. I am so horrifically sorry your royal Ozness! That little farmer over there just spilt something sticky-icky on my cravat, and I paid so much to have this hand crafted by the City's finest. I'm just beside myself with grief." He wave his hands in front of his eyes. I stared at him.

"All is well," The Wizard brushed it off. "Princess, no doubt we shall speak again before the end of the week. Enjoy yourself, will you? It's a once in a lifetime opportunity." What was the supposed to mean?

"I feel so-" Avaric sighed as he tried to think of the right word. Something caught his eye and finished the thought. "Galinda-fied."

"I'm starting to think you two don't loathe each other as much as your letting on."

"Funny." Avaric cocked an eyebrow. "I'm picking up on a lot of deception in this room." He raised both of his eyebrows in challenge now. I smiled back at him, because I wasn't allowed to glare.

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I felt a smile tug at my lips as body weight and heat replaced the soft fabric of my blanket. Fiyero's, because who else, lips placed soft pressure on my hairline to start off this morning wake up. They started at my forehead and worked their way down to my hips. Kissing, nipping, licking, blowing, and sucking the skin in their path. And then he made his way back up the length of my body. I writhed when he slowed to a stop at the area below my ear. His breath was so warm and lips so soft and that spot was made just for him. I swear on all this good and wicked. Fiyero's kisses trailed over to my lips but not quite my lips. He placed light kisses at the corners of my mouth, on my chin, right at the tip of my nose, and ghosted his lips over mine. We were less than a breath away from each other, but Fiyero seemed to refuse to give in to what we both obviously wanted.

He was holding himself over me with his elbows; but his support gave out when I wrapped my arms around his neck and legs around his hips, rocking into him, silently begging. His fingers stroked stroked my sides gently, raising the skin wherever he touched. My skin was experiencing a chilly fire. Fiyero was smiling widely when I finally opened my eyes. I returned it. How could I not? After waking up to something like that? He pulled me up into a sitting position, kissing me hotly as he did. How was I lucky enough to have him? How was he not with someone like Galinda? How could he choose me? The thoughts left my mind easily. Afterall, I'd chosen Fiyero over someone like Takoda. We made sense in the idea that we didn't make sense at all. We defied all universal laws, and I loved how it felt.

"Are you awake?" Fiyero's voice was husky. Either from sleep or intimacy.

"I am now." I laughed, climbing off of him.

"I hate that this one has to be so early. They did it purposefully." Fiyero whined as I wrapped the sheet around me. "Let's have a ceremony before dawn after a night of drinking and mingling."

I rolled my eyes as Fiyero shut himself in the bathroom for a quick clean up. We had only made it back to our room several hours ago and had only been asleep for a couple. It was long after midnight before we were able to usher the last guest out of the banquet hall and then another length of time before we found Polon to give him and his eunuchs back the ceremonial outfits. Fiyero had been warned not to over do it on the alcohol, and I had just assumed that it was because they didn't want him getting sloppy. But I was starting to think it was because of the early hour of the following event.

"Do you know what the event is today?" I asked Fiyero a few minutes later when he came out of the bathroom, fully dressed. He looked up from putting lotion on his hands and then back down, as if not looking at me would help him evade the question. "You know?" I stopped rubbing oil into my skin.

He sent me a quick grin before turning his back to me.

"You know and won't tell me?" I snapped. He shrugged. "Fiyero!"

Polon ignored me as Fiyero had when I grilled him about the day's event. Every time I tried striking up a conversation about it, he would redirect it to him or something related to him. He really liked to talk about how the dresses were made. I didn't care about anything that was coming out of his mouth, only why it was. What was I supposed to be expecting? My own gossiping cosmetic man wouldn't spill a word. Were they going to be doing something horrible? Munchkinlanders wouldn't be able to stand something devastating, their little minds couldn't handle all that negativity. This ceremony was adapted from a Vinkun-Vinkun wedding. I should have researched better. I should have looked hard for the answer. I should have bargained intimacy in exchange for knowledge with Fiyero. They wouldn't do physical harm to me, would they? Or maybe it was Fiyero who would be suffering, and they knew if I knew, I would do something to stop it from happening. As much as I wanted to strangle him for things he's done and information he's withholding from me, I would never actually wish harm on him.

So I sat in silence on the hour long carriage ride to Upper Fanarra, the village that was allowing the Munchkinlanders to take shelter. It was under the Arjiki's stronghold, but it was composed of mostly of younger generations from all three tribes. I once heard Baako and Takoda talking with Fiyero about how it was the only village in the Vinkus where you could get drunk with an Arjiki, go home with a Yunamata, and wake up with a Scrow. Take that as you will. I didn't understand why the ceremony was taking place there, though. I didn't know whether the ceremony or the composition of the village came first. Either way, the two of them together made no sense to me. But it wasn't my place to question. I was just a ward impersonating a princess. I was a con artist. I gave little to no thought about where we were going, and I simply focused on ignoring the pouting prince across from me and the talkative cosmetic man tending to my curls when we went over bumps.

The amount of Munchkins present at the gates of Upper Fanarra honestly surprised me. I didn't even make an effort to swat Polon's hands away as he fussed with the jewels in my hair. All I could do was stare out at the sea of Munchkinlanders, parted by fences to make route for Fiyero and me. I'd only spent a couple years of my life in the providence, and it was like I had been there all my life. Although, I supposed it was the idea of me that Munchkinlanders liked the most. The idea that a simple orphaned Munchkin could become princess to Oz's most electrifying bachelor. The Ozian bon-bon. A Munchkinlander, a native of the land the rest of Oz looked down on as nothing more than corn-fed farmers, had managed to obtain the unobtainable. I sent Fiyero a side glance. I really hadn't, though, had I? He told me I was his. He'd offered to leave the comfort of royalty for me. But he had hardly been obtained. Afterall, I was nothing more than -what? A lover? Companion? Conquest? - a girl he fell asleep and woke up next to. I turned from the window. Even though they were only here to say they had been present during a royal ceremony, I didn't even feel like I deserved their wonder.

I had to endure it, though. We were here. I was dressed nice. Fiyero looked handsome. We were here, and the carriage had come to a stop at the start of the walkway up to some edifice I didn't know the name or purpose of.

"Remember to walk like I showed you." Polon was saying, but I wasn't really listening, as he looked over the beading to make sure it still looked like the top of my dress was raining gold.

We had been preceded by our friends, the Wizard, the leaders of the nations, and then our family members. I could still see the trail of glitter that Galinda must have left in her wake. I didn't know anyone else who wore that much glitter willingly.

"You look beautiful." Fiyero smiled sheepishly after Polon made his way over to the rest of the aides. I noticed the sour look Cuvo shared with Razza at the cosmetic man's appearance. I chose to focus on that instead of the wounded puppy look Fiyero was supporting. He was persistent, though, so I shot him a glare. Which was all he needed. "You're welcome." He added, kissing my cheek.

People shouted for me to look a certain way. A couple young girls fainted when Fiyero flashed a dazzling smile in their direction. I felt comparably tall for a Munchkinlander, and it almost made me feel less like a Munchkinlander. Munchkins were well-known for their stature, so aside from my name, there was really no sign that I had Munchkin in my blood.

The closer we got to the building, the more desperate people seemed for our attention. Back towards the carriage, I think people may have just been in awe, like they couldn't believe they were actually here. But the people close up, they had planned on attending, and they certainly planned on bringing something back to their homeland with them. The first time I faltered on the walk was when a young Munchkin called for Fiyero, waving a quill and newspaper in front of her like her life depended on it. Fiyero lead me over to the area and took the quill from the girl to scrawl his messy signature on the headline that announced our engagement. I didn't know what to do when he handed the quill to me. She wanted me to sign a newspaper? It was going to wither, the signatures would fade, and this day would be nothing more than a faint memory. Yet she wanted me to sign it? I'd been exposed to people wanting the royal family's signatures, pictures, locks of hair all my life, but I still had yet to understand why it was such a big deal. So I signed the paper with an elaborate, capital 'E'. I wouldn't admit it to anyone, but I did get a kick out of the green ink that spilled from the quill and sort of hoped it would last.

Fiyero smiled down at the throng of Munchkins when we reached the top of the staircase that marked the end of our walk. I was hoping to Oz that the Vinkuns were nothing like this, because that was ridiculous. I never wanted to do that again. Ever. They were all just waiting for me to sign an 'E' on some sort of surface. Or snap a picture of Fiyero and myself. I didn't understand the obsession with us. We'd be irrelevant in months, week really, to come, anyway.

"Tattoos." He whispered as we walked into a room full of people waiting to be seated. Fiyero was leaning in close to my ear while guiding me to the front of the room. "I'm giving you tattoos."

So next chapter you'll find out what the tattoos mean on Fiyero's hands, and you'll find out his wedding gift to her.

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