The two walked through the maze of a castle to the dinning room. There sat Marillot, Baxiana, who Elphaba could only assume was Manek- Fiyero's half-brother, Nor, the girl who was there when Elphaba woke up, and an unrecognizable older man.
"Elphaba." Baxiana stood up. "It's so nice to see you well." She gave Elphaba a kiss on the cheek.
"Yes." Marillot agreed. "Sit down, you must be starving. Honestly our doctors were surprised you managed to stay alive without any food."
"Father." Fiyero said sternly, shutting him up.
"She must be blessed by a witch." The girl said.
"I'm sorry what's you're name?" Elphaba asked
"Sarima." She said. Elphaba stumbled back, Fiyero caught her.
"Oh, you know, don't you? Don't worry. After you were out for a month, my father tried to convince Fiyero to agree to a reengagement. He said if you didn't wake up he'd never marry, and pass the throne to Nor when he died. Really, I'm no threat." She finished.
"Such unpleasant conversation." The man, presumably Sarima's father, said. "Why don't we eat?"
"A wonderful idea." Fiyero responded. Pulling out a chair for Elphaba to sit. Dinner was nice. Manek and Samira were quiet, keeping to themselves. Sarima's father, Ibrahim, didn't seem to like Elphaba. That was Expected though. The whole thing seemed to be going well until Manek spoke up.
"This castle needs thicker walls." He said.
"And why would that be?" Marillot responded.
"Cause as I was leaving to go to dinner" he paused for a second. "I heard the strangest noise from Fiyero's room, then I realized it was him." He covered Nor's ears. "Groaning in pleasure. Interesting though, didn't hear any other moans, bit shameful really."
"Manek!" Baxiana yelled.
"No, it's okay." Elphaba said. "Really, I mean, I enjoyed every minute of it. You really don't understand love if you can't understand giving all you can for nothing in return, just to please your partner, and getting immense pleasure out of it. Not just sexually, emotionally too."
The whole table stopped and stared at Elphaba, except Nor who was rather oblivious.
"What a nice sentiment." Sarima said. "I hope to love someone that much someday." Elphaba was hit with a sense of guilt. If it wasn't for her Fiyero would've probably relented in a few years and married her.
"Well this has been a nice dinner, but Marillot and I have some things to discuss with Miss Diggs now that she's awake. So if the rest of you will excuse us." Baxiana said. Watching everyone leave. Manek took Nor. Leaving only Elphaba, Fiyero, Marillot and Baxiana.
"Elphaba, it is really amazing to see you awake. You wouldn't believe how worried we were." Baxiana said.
"Yes and Fiyero's declarations didn't make it much better. Not that you would've made it to the throne, they way you were treating yourself. Not eating, barely sleeping, exercising when you should've been sleeping..." He went on listing.
"Marillot!"Baxiana yelled. "How would you have felt if it was me? I reckon Fiyero would've had to be crowned king the second after my heart stopped Cause you'd be sulking, asking Lurine and the unnamed god why they hurt you so."
Marillot shut up after that.
"Anyways, first things first, we know you're a witch. Currently the only people who know are me, Marillot, and our doctor, Dr. Hervly. Your magic kept you in a state of perfect condition. You didn't even need to be bathed or feed, which was lucky since Fiyero tells me you'd prefer to keep this a secret. Heaven knows why, it's such a blessing." She said. "Second, we can't thank you enough for that day on the train. I...I was so scared I'd never get to hold my baby in my arms. Now I get to see her talk and learn new things everyday. I can't thank you enough for that. I didn't realize it at the dinner that night but now I know why Fiyero carved that necklace for you." Tears started forming in her eyes.
"Third, we've been in touch with Witch Ko, from what we have gathered, you saved a lot of people that night, Fiyero included, at great cost to yourself. That's two of my children you've saved."
"Really, it was nothing. If you have the power to help, you help. It's that simple. Anything less would've been wrong." Elphaba said. She thought back to that night, how she opened the flood gates and feared what would come through. She dismissed the thought.
"You saved my daughter and son and I treated you quite horribly at dinner that night." Marillot said. "It was unbecoming, I shouldn't have treated you, a witch no less, like that."
"You shouldn't treat anyone like that, especially not your son." Elphaba said. She grabbed Fiyero's hand on the table. Marillot looked towards the ground.
"Anyways, it's nice to see you got Fiyero to shave. It's been close to two weeks since the last time he did." Baxiana laughed.
"Look at the boy, Baxi. She could ask him to cut off his arm and he would." Marillot laughed. "Which bring me to my next point." Baxiana gave him a look, as if to say 'don't go there.'
"Fiyero is the crowned prince of the Vinkus, you must understand he is expected to be married before he turns twenty-four. It's tradition. I wouldn't worry to much about popularity, the Vinkus love witches. Of course you'd have to covert to Lurinism, but we can work out I'll the little details latter."
Suddenly Elphaba felt the urge to vomit her lunch. Yes, she loved Fiyero, but marriage scared her, and she was only eighteen. At the latest she'd be twenty-two.
"Father, that's quite ridiculous." He saw Elphaba go pale. "It's a lurinist tradition that is held to about as much as the idea that the Vinkus is under Ozian rule. At a moments notice someone can change their mind and it no longer matters. Elphaba and I will get married, if and when it suits us." He held her hand tightly.
"Yes, I think that's best." Baxiana said.
"But.." Marillot started.
"I'll hear no more of this, Marillot. I'd rather my son be unmarried all his life, then lose his love over a silly ceremony. Lurine, after six years civil union laws go into place regardless of marital status." She turned to Elphaba. "I'm sorry, Marillot is rather religious, marriage means more to him than it does I or Fiyero. There is no pressure to marry anyone unless that is what you want."
"Yeah, okay. Fiyero can you um... I feel slightly faint is all. I'd like to lie down." She fumbled.
"Of course. Come on, you should get some rest." Fiyero said. The two walked back to his room, where Elphaba fell on the bed.
"Really, Fae. I won't be proposing anytime soon." He laughed as he laid down next to her.
"Would you want to marry me?" She asked. "I'm not proposing, just would you?"
"Fae, I want to spend every moment I'm alive with you. So if and when you're ready, we'll run straight to the chapel." Fiyero said. He kissed her neck as the two of them spooned. For once in a long time, Elphaba felt at peace. She knew it wouldn't last, but chose not to think about that for once.
A/N: I'll be writing a sequel. In my head the story plays like a TV show, so think of this as the end of season one.