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Chapter Twenty-Nine
After graduation, Fiyero went back home to the Vinkus to prepare to take the throne, and to cope with the loss of Elphaba. He sat with his parents the night he got home at dinner, regaling them with his travels.
"And here I am. I can't believe I graduated college." He said, raising his eyebrows.
Leto replied, "We're so proud of you son. Who knows where you would have ended up if it weren't for Elphaba? How is she? Is she going to visit soon?"
He looked at his parents coldly, "What?" he asked, with attitude.
Kali gave her son a look of confusion; "She is still your fiancé, right? Is she going to come soon? We have a lot to discuss with her."
Fiyero sighed, pushing his food with a fork, "Her father made her an arranged marriage back in the beginning of the semester. I saw her at graduation, but we haven't talked since. She's supposed to get married soon."
Kali and Leto looked at each other in shock, "I'm so sorry, Yero." Kali said, putting a hand on her son's. He gave her a sad smile, and she looked at her husband.
"I…I just don't want to marry anyone else." he said, hanging his head in defeat. "I would do anything to be able to be with her." He rubbed his forehead, and his parents' hearts broke. Fiyero soon excused himself from the table and went outside to view the full moon over the Thousand Year Grasslands. He felt like if there was 'rock bottom' he hit it and this is what it felt like. Complete hopelessness. If only there was some way, some risk he could take for her- he would do it in a heartbeat, if it meant seeing her again. He pondered for a moment, and came up with an idea, so simple yet insane, and bolted inside- wanting to start the preparations immediately.
Elphaba sat at the dinner table with her father and sister, poking at her chicken with her fork. Her father was detailing her arrangement. She was to be wed in two days, and he was giving her proper instruction,
"Unfortunately, you won't be able to meet him until the wedding day. Other than that, everything should go according to plan."
"Yes, Father." She said, looking at her plate.
"Tomorrow afternoon, I need you to go the market with your sister. I have a rather long list for you in the kitchen."
"Yes, Father." She answered. Without any more conversation, the meal was finished and the family dispersed, Elphaba cleaning up after them as usual. She took her father's words like daggers in her heart, slowly shredding any chance she had at a happy life. She cried for the first time in weeks over the soapy dishes, wishing Fiyero would come and sweep her off of her feet, take her away from this house of despair and tell her it was all going to be all right. She looked in the window for him, but he did not come.
She wished that her future husband would reject her at the altar, so she wouldn't have to be chained to an unhappy life, but she knew her father would crush any signs of rebellion. She knew that he was hell-bent on making her life miserable, and she was completely hopeless.
She sighed a shaky sigh, and continued to wash the dishes, the sound of tears stifled by running water.
