So, this is the last chapter. I've been impressed by the amount of people who have been reading and reviewing, especially since the Fiyero/Glinda pairing is definitely not popular. I'm incredibly grateful for all the support, and I have thoroughly enjoyed writing this. It's been a nice step out of my comfort zone. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Pinning her hair away from her face, Glinda studied her reflection in the mirror; two years had passed since Fiyero had re-entered her life. She had been surprised at how easily he had fit into her world again, especially considering the terms they had parted on. While even she could not gloss over the fact that he had been nearly impossible when he had come back, they had managed to settle into a comfortable place where they could rely on each other.

She would be lying if she said that she did not still love him, and there were even times that she felt he harbored some sort of romantic feelings for her; however, she dismissed such thoughts as foolish fantasies. It would be too much to ask of life to grant her the joy of having him love her. She still wished for it, though. It was hard to love a man with no hope of any return of such feelings.

Fiyero paced in his room, touching the small box in his pocket nervously. It was odd that he had been engaged twice, but had no idea how to deliver a proper proposal. His engagement to Glinda had been a complete surprise, certainly not something he had agreed to willingly, and with Elphaba, he had spent months trying to convince her to agree to the idea. It had not been the most romantic way to propose, but she had finally responded to the idea with more willingness than he could have achieved with a large ring. In fact, she had refused to accept a ring from him, but he did manage to talk her into wearing a white dress for their wedding. He smiled in fondness of the memory; there were still nights when he missed her so much that he could barely stand to keep living, but even though he loved her dearly and always would, he had found out that it was possible to love another woman as well.

He started at the sound of a knock on the door, and when Glinda stepped into the room, he grinned.

"Good morning," she said softly as he walked towards her.

"I'm glad that you're here," he replied, kissing her cheek. "I have something important that I need to tell you."

Her gentle smile disappeared immediately as she said sharply, "Is something wrong?"

He laughed. "No, Glinda, this had nothing to do with the perilous future of Oz."

"Well, what is it?" she asked impatiently.

Smiling, he said, "Glinda, for the past two years, we have worked towards the same goals. I trust you with my life, and I would give up my own for you without a second thought. I can't imagine my life without you."

"I feel like something bad is coming," she murmured, her eyes filling with tears. "Are you going to leave? Are you going to walk out on me?"

"No," he replied, unable to keep from chuckling. Taking a breath, he continued, "Glinda, I want to marry you."

She stared up at him, stunned, and he shifted nervously as a few seconds passed.

"Glinda, do you mind saying something?" he asked. "Anything?"

She shook her head. "Fiyero, I love you, but I don't want for you to feel obligated to do this. I know you still love Elphaba, and I would never want…"

Pulling her into his arms, he kissed her, pulling away to murmur, "I love you, Lady Glinda. I trust you and think of you constantly. It's not a fairytale, but I still think that we can be good for each other."

She looked up at him through her thick eyelashes, asking, "You love me?"

"More than anything," he answered with a smile, brushing his lips against hers.

"Then, yes," she said with a laugh.

He kissed her hungrily, reveling in her passion as she melted into his arms, and he knew at that moment he had received the most wondrous miracle he could imagine: a second chance at happiness.