Saw Wicked last night and IT WAS SO FREAKING GOOD. been a few years since I've seen it last, and it was like I was seeing it for the first time. AHHH
Only one more btw. ;)
Chapter Thirty
Fiyero rode in his fastest carriage until he reached Munchkinland the next afternoon and made his way to the front door of the Governor's Mansion. He knocked on the door, and to his surprise, the Governor himself opened the door. He furrowed his brow at Fiyero and said,
"What are you doing here?"
Fiyero took a deep breath and said, "Governor, I would like to speak with you about your daughter. May I come in?"
Frex looked into his eyes, sighed reluctantly, and stepped to the side, letting Fiyero get by. He led his guest into the parlor where the two could talk in a casual fashion.
"You're probably wondering why I'm here." Fiyero said, looking at him.
Frex exhaled, "I'm assuming you're here to campaign for why you should marry my eldest daughter. Am I wrong?"
Fiyero looked away, "No, you aren't. Governor, I love Elphaba with every fiber of my existence. I can't live without her." He looked back up at the Governor, "I guess what I'm trying to say is…what can I do? What do you want?" he said, his eyes pleading.
Frex sat back in his chair, and folded his arms, pondering Fiyero's odd question. What did he want? It wasn't money, or political gain- he'd done all this simply to make Elphaba's life miserable, which he'd succeeded at. He looked on his past and relived all of the lengths he went to make his mission so, and he unintentionally felt a pang of guilt. He looked back and Fiyero, and Fiyero responded,
"I know you haven't been the best to her, but this is your chance to give her an opportunity for a happy life. You'll have major political ties to the Vinkus for the rest of your days, the King has even offered a trade agreement specifically for Munchkinland and the Vinkus." Fiyero looked at the man nervously, and Frex's expression remained unchanged.
Nessa and Elphaba returned to the house soon after Fiyero's departure. Elphaba took all of the bags and started to unpack them after a usual grocery run. She then started to prepare dinner that evening, and did not speak a word to her father until he said, "Elphaba," at the dinner table that night.
"Yes, Father?"
"Are you nervous?" he asked, not looking up from her plate. Elphaba stopped what she was doing and pondered her father's words. That was the most care he'd shown for her in three words, opposed to twenty-one years. She looked up at him and said, "Anyone is nervous two days before his or her wedding, Father."
He replied, "I suppose so." And that was the end of their most emotional conversation. After dinner, Elphaba was befuddled at her father's behavior. Whatever happened while she was shopping changed him, and she smiled a genuine smile for the first time in a long time as she washed the dishes with soapy water.