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Chapter Thirteen
Over the course of the next few weeks, Elphaba was back to her old lifestyle of cooking, cleaning, and running her father's house. It was just after Lurlinemas and there were about two weeks left in their holiday before school.
Even though she had plenty to think about, she always drifted her thoughts to Fiyero. They wrote to each other constantly, detailing their days and sharing their experiences. She missed him immensely, which made the days pass slowly and painfully for her.
The previous day, Frex told Elphaba that they were hosting a particular family from the Vinkus as they made their rounds among Oz, which he failed to specify as the royal family of the Vinkus. So, Elphaba spent the next two days cooking and prepping the house and guest rooms for the family, oddly curious to whom they might be.
Fiyero and his parents arrived later that afternoon, the governor greeting him at the entrance of the governor's mansion. He and his staff escorted them to their rooms, Fiyero keeping an eye out for a certain green person. He kept thinking to himself that he and Elphaba were in the same house, and all he had to do was find her.
So, with time to kill before dinner, Fiyero slipped out of the back of the mansion, hoping to find her outside. He went around the enormous grounds to the flower garden, where Elphaba, with her back turned to him, was picking flowers for tonight's dinner.
He smiled, admiring the green girl, carefully choosing the flowers that would complement the house most. He ducked down by the row behind her and stood a few feet behind her, finally saying, "I like the green ones the best."
She shot around, her face going from surprise to joy, "Yero!" she said, embracing him, dropping her flowers, "Oz, I had no idea you were coming!"
He broke the embrace and kissed her, and she kissed him back which made his heart soar. "I missed you, Fae."
She kissed him again, "More than you could know." She looked at him, "You didn't write me about coming." She said.
"I wanted it to be a surprise! You weren't expecting it, were you?" he said, with his eyebrows raised.
She laughed, "You're an idiot."
He kissed her again, "Oz, I missed that."
She hugged him, "So your parents are here?"
He nodded, "Yeah. Their really excited to meet you."
"You told them about me?"
He looked at her and said, "They were shocked that I passed my exams and I told them about you. They practically love you, Fae."
"I wish I could say the same about my father." She said, looking at the ground and realizing that she'd dropped her flowers. She bent over to pick them up, "When I told him about you, he only recognized you as the scandalous Vinkun prince. I tried to explain that you'd changed, but he didn't want to hear anymore of it," She tried to put the flowers back in their previous arrangement.
"I'm sure he'll come to his senses eventually." He said, picking up a stray flower and holding it to her, "You look absolutely beautiful, by the way."
She blushed and took the flower, "Oz, Yero." She kissed him once again, the two resting their foreheads against each other and she smiled against him. She sighed and said, "I have to get back," and she pulled away.
"I'll see you at dinner then?" he said, watching her go back to the house.
She turned back to him, "Yeah. And Yero?"
"Yes, green girl?" he said, flashing a smile.
"Thank you for coming."
"Anything for you, Fae." And with that she went back inside of the kitchen, a brilliant and stupid smile on her face. Oz that man made her feel good- he made her feel loved. But, she stared at the flowers in her hand and her father came into her mind. She and her father hadn't talked about Fiyero since the carriage ride home from Shiz.
She looked at the flowers with a sad look, as the staff buzzed around her. After a moment, she put her apron back on and continued to prepare dinner.
Fiyero spent the remainder of his free time alone, patiently waiting for dinner so he could see Elphaba again. He wandered around her home, looking at all the portraits of Frex and Nessa, none of Elphaba. He stumbled across one of what has to have been Elphaba's mother- who she looked almost identical to. If it weren't for her skin, Elphaba was a copy of her mother, and Fiyero took note of it. He hadn't seen Elphaba's mother around, and remembered that she'd never mentioned her. He made a mental note not to bring her up. With that thought, he continued to wander the halls and grounds of the mansion, wanting the time to fly.