As she looked at herself in the mirror, Elphaba was surprised at how nice she actually looked. The long, velveteen gown fell to the floor. The heart-shaped neckline barely touched her shoulders and the sleeves ended in points to the middle fingers. Sarah had put her hair up in a sleek, elegant bun with the tiara neatly placed in front of it. Her eyes had been lightly smudged with dark eyeshadow and her lips were glossed with clear lip gloss. Sarah smiled at her work. She picked up the emerald and diamond necklace and handed it to Elphaba.
"Last touch." she said. Elphaba smiled as she took it and put it on. It felt very heavy and she feigned a choking noise. Sarah giggled. "You look just like an emerald princess." Elphaba grinned, knowing that was the general idea. "Well, now I have to take you down to the Banquet Hall. The Wizard told me to make sure you didn't fall down the stairs." Elphaba let out an exasperated sigh. "What?" Sarah said, wide-eyed "What did I say?"
"Nothing." Elphaba said "It's just annoying that he haves me treated like glass, but yet treats me, himself, like a stubborn horse. But, you're right. Let's go down."
The Banquet Hall reminded Elphaba of Kiamo Ko.It was almost the same as the Banquet Hall in Kiamo Ko, except like the rest of the palace, it was green. As if I don't see enough green every time I see my reflection Elphaba thought.When she saw the Wizard sitting at the end of the rectangulartable, she lowered her eyes to the ground, trying not to look at him.
As the Wizard saw Elphaba enter, he immediately smiled and stood up. He walked over to her, took her hand, and kissed it. "You look beautiful, my dear Margaret." he said as he led her to the place just opposite of his and pulled her chair out. As she sat down, he turned his head towards Sarah. "Leave us!" he snapped. Sarah squeaked and ran out of the room. Elphaba glared at the Wizard, but didn't say anything. "I told the slaves to use the shorter table" he said as he sat down acros from her "so we could be able to really talk." A long silence followed. "Well,...um..tell me about your childhood. Where did you grow up?" Elphaba didn't answer. "I asked you a question, Margaret. I expect you to answer it." She still stayed quiet. "I might not execute your husband, but I will have him beaten if you do not at least attempt to join me in conversation."
"So he is to be the whipping boy?" Elphaba said, looking up.
"That, my dear, is entirely up to you."
"Fine. I was born and raised in the Rush Margins, I had no friends, I was a slave to my sister and a plague to my then-father, I went to Shiz when I was nineteen, I met Glinda and Fiyero, and you know the rest. Anything else?" The Wizard raised an eyebrow.
"Margaret, I know you can do better than that. So, tell me again in more detail." Elphaba let out a frustrated sigh and gave him a more descriptive story. "That's better. But I must say, I am very disappointed at how you were treated. If you had been raised here, I assure you that you would have been treated like a princess." Elphaba narrowed her eyes.
"No. I would have been treated exactly the same. I was a governor's daughter and that didn't matter. Why would a wizard's daughter be any different? You only would have been ashamed of me and tried to have another, more perfect child like Nessa. It would have been no different." The Wizard sighed.
"I'm disappointed in you, Margaret. Most girls would die to be the only child of the Wonderful Wizard of Oz.The Princess of Oz and heir to the throne. But you scorn and reject the very idea."
"Because I scorn and reject you! I hate you! You say I would have been treated like a princess, but look at how you're treating me now! You're keeping me here as a prisoner by threatening to kill my friends! My real family!" She stared angrily at the Wizard's wine glass. It magicallybegan to move and it flew towards the Wizard's head. The Wizard dodged it, but the wine splashed on his pant leg as the glass smashed on the floor behind him. He looked at Elphaba, his face contorted in fury.
"Very well then." he said, his voice dangerously soft "If you insists on acting like a prisoner, then you shall be treated as one!" He walked over to her, grabbed her arm, and pulled her from the table. He dragged her through many hallways and down many staircases, ignoring the bewildered guards. He led her to the Palace Dungeons, threw her in a cell, and slammed the door shut. "This is the last straw, Margaret! I have tried being nice when you came to free those ridiculous monkeys, and I have tried blackmail. Burt now I see that I must now use force! Because of your impertinant behavoir, I'm going to have your little 'family' brought here and beaten in front of you until you choose to show me a little more respect." He stomped out of the dungeon and Elphaba heard him shout to the guards "Nobody goes in or out!" In a blind rage, she ripped the necklace off her neck and threw it to the wall. She did the same with tiara. Her hair flew out of the bun and she felt like ripping the dress of her body. She sank down to the floor, holding her face in her hands. What have I done? she thought What have I done?
"WHAT!" the Wizard bellowed through the giant head.
"I-I'm SO sorry, Y-Your Ozness" the trembling guard said "B-But it true. L-Lady Glinda a-and P-Prince Fiyero h-have escaped."
"HOW DID THIS HAPPEN!"
"W-We don't know, S-Sir.Th-They had been b-brought back to the d-dungeons just like y-you ordered and w-we even l-left a guard n-near the cell, b-but he was kn-knocked out and when he w-woke upth-they were gone!"
"WHO WAS LEFT WITH THEM!"
"A new r-recruit, S-Sir. H-he had a pretty l-large bump on h-his head as he came out a-and tol us th-they had escaped!"
"FIND THEM! BRING THEM BACK TO ME ALIVE!"
"Y-Yes, S-Sir! R-Right away, S-Sir!" the guard said as he ran out the door. The Wizard cried out in anger when he came out from the head as Madame Morrible strode in.
"Oh, Your Ozness! I just heard the awful news!" she said in an exagerated concerned voice "What ever shall we do?"
"What, indeed?" he pulled out the necklace and ring he had taken from Elphaba. He threw the ring in the fire and stared at the ruby necklace. "What, indeed?"
Elphaba quickly stood up as the Wizard returned.
"I'm afraid" he said "that your family will not be joining us this evening. I had already ordered Fiyero to be given back to Lady Rheysilva (who found out how to break your little curse) and Glinda has died from...I believe it is usually called 'lost hope'." Elphaba's heart stopped.
"You..YOUR LYING! GLINDA'S ALIVE, I KNOW IT! AND FIYERO WILL ESCAPE!"
"Why would I lie about this? What would I have to gain?" Elphaba hated to admit that he was right. It would be much easier to use them for blackmail. She sank back down to the floor, clutching her arms. "So, instead as your punishment, you will be kept in here until you choose to show me a little more respect. You will be given only enough food and water to sustain both you and..." he stopped abruptly. "The baby!" he whispered. He quickly rushed out the door, but before he left he turned back to her and said "I'm going to have a doctor brought in here to check up on you and the baby. And remember, Fiyero was given to Rheysilva, not killed. So, I suggest that if you ever hope to see him alive again, you be a little more cooperative!" As he left, Elphaba fell to the floor clutching on to herself and sobbing harder than ever.
(NOTE): I told you I was little too descriptive, so I described the dress but the jewelry would have been too hard (designing dresses and jewelry is kinda my hobby). I've never taken a design class, so I don't know the technical name for the kinds of cuts. I tried my best.