They awoke the next morning in each others arms. Rays of the yellow sun seeping in through the balcony door which was carelessly left open again. He opened his eyes and fought off the urge to stretch so he could watch her sleeping form. A few minutes passed and her eyes started to flutter open.

"Hi." he whispered.

"uhh...hi?" she answered back. Realizing that she was being held by him she wiggled her way out of his arms and was about to make her way to the restroom.

"Don't you want some clothes or should I just shut my eyes?" he asked naively.

"Oh you're right." she said admitting that she did not want to be seen naked. "Could you close your eyes please?" she asked. He did as much but left them cracked a little. She was a very polite girl. Her nanny must've brought her up well seeing as her family was so ready to toss her out. Fiyero was quite fond of her. He laid back his head on the pillow and fell back to sleep with dream of what he hoped would be his marriage.

Elphaba walked into the restroom and grabbed her oils from the small cabinet she had put them in. As she started to lather up her hands and rub in the oil she noticed several bruises that were starting to form on her hips. Elphaba touched them gently and felt the slight sting of pain. Those bruises would be there for a while, reminding her of last night's happenings. They would haunt her for a while, and that's when the tears started to form. The fiery liquid began to pool at her eyes as she got up and started to dry off and put on her dress. She didn't care if the tears left scars, maybe if she was ugly enough (not that she wasn't already in her mind) her husband would get rid of her once they reached Shiz. But her cries were too loud and Fiyero woke up and put on some pants quickly before knocking on the door.

"Hey, are you alright in there? It sounds like you're crying." he asked hurriedly. He was afraid she was doing crazy stuff in there, he had left his razor in there and she could very well be killing herself because she didn't want to have to put up with anything like this marriage.

"I'm fine. I'm just..." she never finished her sentence. He worriedly knocked down the door and she just looked up at him, her tears leaving red trails down her cheeks. Fiyero rushed over to her and wiped her tears away and then pressing her head into his shoulder.

"Are you allergic to water, Elphaba?" he asked lowly. He felt her nod her head into him and sighed. "There, there, let's get you a towel to clean you up." he reached for the towel and noticed the oils she had out. He sat on their toilet and sat her on his lap handing her the towel.

"Thank you." she whispered while taking the towel and pressing it to her eyes. She felt him start rubbing her back and started to feel uneasy, but since she had been told that she must let him have his way with her she didn't complain.

"Do you want to tell me what's wrong?" he asked giving her a nice back rub to calm her down. She shook her head no. "That's okay. I just don't want you to be upset. And if I haven't said it yet, I'm sorry. I'm so unbelievably sorry that I know me just saying it won't fix anything." his voice was starting to crack and his tears were beginning to form.

Elphaba looked at him while his tears started to flow and gently wiped his away before giving a light laugh. "I guess not everyone is as strong as they seem."

"I guess not." he agreed giving her a small smile. Then she noticed how she was naked and quickly covered herself up. "Oh damn that's right. Sorry...I told you I wouldn't look didn't I?" he grabbed another towel and wrapped it around her. "Well if it counts for anything I think you're beautiful." He really needed to stop being so honest. Sure he was flattering her, but sometimes it just feels creepy.

"Thanks, but no." she said bluntly. Elphaba had never been complimented for her looks or for anything before and she was not sure about how to take them or how to respond to them.

"What do you mean no?"

"You don't have to lie to me, Prince, I'm not beautiful." Boy oh boy was she blunt. She didn't even address him by his name, that one hurt him. If she was going to call him a liar she could have at least called him by his own name.

"I meant every word." he said confused. Sure she wasn't the stop and stare type. But she wasn't sexy, she was beautiful. Sexy to him was someone you wanted to fuck then toss out of your house. Beautiful was someone who you wanted to love and share your life with.

"As I said, don't lie to me. Just don't even try to make believe it."

"Can it be true to me then?" he asked looking down at his bare feet. He should cut his toe nails soon.

"Fine. Lie to yourself then."

"What if I'm not lying and your just delusional." he said standing up and sitting her on the toilet instead. He touched her features as he listed them out to her "your stunning deep brown eyes," she turned her face away from him,"your soft lips, your silky raven hair, your delicate yet graceful frame," she started tearing up again "but most of all your beautiful skin tone." He ran his hand up her arm to her face to wipe her tears away again. "Please don't cry, Elphaba. It just doesn't fit you." he smiled.

"Are you calling me a head-strong woman?" she asked playfully laughing in between chokes and sobs.

"Nothing but that." he gave her a small chaste kiss. Too short to start anything, but enough to let her know that he did care about her feelings. "I'll let you finish in here." With that he left her to examine herself. Had what he said been true or was he just being kind? She looked at her reflection in the mirror and looked at everything he mentioned. Yes, she did have deep brown eyes, her lips were soft, her hair was indeed raven and very soft, and she did have a good body. But her skin? She still couldn't believe him at all. Perhaps he was on the mark about everything but her skin. Regardless she quickly oiled up and left the restroom giving him a shadow of a smile as he took his turn in the bathroom.

She grabbed her usual black frock and slipped it on quickly as if to deny any chance of him seeing her naked again anytime soon. But as she was hurrying as fast as she could Fiyero was steadily taking his time with a good long shower. He washed his sandy locks and scrubbed down his ochre diamon clad body until he noticed some puncture wounds on his shoulders.

"what the hell?" he muttered under his breath. He touched the small wounds and assumed they were like nail marks. Guessing that she was holding onto him pretty tightly the night before. Touching them left a slight sting and it only made his heart flutter that he caused her such feelings that she would cling to him so tightly. But remembering he had plans for today he hopped out of the shower after a quick rinse off and walked out with towel neatly wrapped around his waist.

He opened the door and didn't see her anywhere and just assumed she'd gone down for breakfast already and dropped the towel from his waist to look for his clothes. But Elphaba was just casually sitting on the balcony reading the romance novel she had picked out her first day here. She casually flipped through the pages before she stood up and trudged back into their room but the sight before her made her stop in her tracks. Fiyero was standing there naked holding two pairs of underwear up trying to decided which one he should wear today. He heard something hit the floor and turned to see her blushing face and wide eyes travelling down his body lower.

He gave out a light scream before pushing the undergarments in front of his most private appendage.

"You're beautiful..." she whispered out. Her soft brown eyes were traveling back up his torso following the trail of diamonds. She hadn't noticed them the night before cause it was at night and she probably was facing away from him the whole time to even see what he looked like. The blue diamonds were placed upon his pectoral muscles, shoulders, and some even made a path from his face down his neck.

"excuse me?" he belted out rather sharply due to fact that he was completely embarassed.

"You're beautiful." she stated again. She slowly advanced towards him and began to trace the diamond trail with her hands. His heart jumped at her touch which was slight chilly because she had been outside. Her hands had finally reached his chest before he dropped the underwear on the floor and put his hands over hers. He moved one of them over his racing heart.

"Do you feel that? My heart that is? That's how you make me feel. I can't describe it. You touch me and I get light-headed, I feel as if I'm being over-whelmed by this heat, and I can't stop it." he looked into her face and caressed her cheek lightly. "I want to stop it. I don't want to feel this way, but I do. I'm a boy. I can't even imagining loving a girl, or a uh, woman, but you came into my life with your wit and brains, and your beauty and the way you read and the way you do everything. And I want you. I want you to want me." She turned her face away from him.

"Please don't..."

"Listen to me!" he screeched. His voice was cracking. "I'm supposed to be a prince who's strong for his country and fearless and you walk in here as if nothing and claim my entire being. Elphaba I love you!" There he said it. He had come out and said it. There in his nudity trying to search in her averted gaze for the same feelings. Her face was still as stone, but her eyes were soft.

"Please don't fall in love with me." she whispered breathing raggedly. Elphaba pulled herself from him and sat on the bed holding herself in her arms.

"What if I already have? I can't control it!" he said firmly sitting next to her.

"BECAUSE YOU CAN'T!" she shouted. She collapsed then. Her entire being exhausted from this emotional torment. She fell back only to be caught by strong arms.

"What if I do already? What if I can't go back and change it? What if it's impossible for me to not be in love with you?" he asked earnestly.

"No one can love me." she said in a flat monotone.

"Who would tell you such a lie?" he was furious. Who would dare to tell someone they couldn't be loved. That they would be alone forever unless they were some sort of prostitute or whore.

"My father..." her voice trailed off. He knew not to say anything and just held her against his bare body on the bed. "All my life he's told me that I'll never be loved because of my skin, that I'll never be loved cause I'm not beautiful. That the only sort of love I'd ever get was the kind you only get from a physical relationship. Love for your body and not love for me. Then there was this marriage and I knew I was supposed to have sex with you and afterwards I felt horrible cause I thought he'd be right. And that this whole marriage would be based on you fucking me for an heir and not sharing a bond. But then here's this beautiful Arjiki heir who tells me he loves me for who I am and I guess I just have a lot of doubts about it."

He was happy he opened up to her, but how could a father treat his daughter that way? Fiyero didn't care that man was gone from her life and she would have him instead. "Is there anyway I can make you feel better, Elphaba?"

She moved from his arms and under the blankets and patted the spot next to her. "Will you just hold me until I calm down?" Fiyero nodded his head gladly and slipped on his underwear before sliding under the blankets and pulling his emerald princess into his embrace. She snuggled into his chest and looked up into his blue eyes. They were as striking a blue as the diamonds on his body and her body seemed to move her face closer to his. He looked down at her and felt her pain and read her mind as he pulled her up to have her face to face. He sat up and held her close and captured her lips with his. She didn't protest but it wasn't as if she egged him on either. Fiyero broke the kiss and looked into her eyes.

"May I kiss you?" he asked quietly. She gave a soft snort added with a smile.

"You didn't ask before." raising her eyebrow at him

"So does that mean I don't need permission?" he said in a husky voice as he rolled over and placed her on top of his chest. Elphaba leaned dangerously close and let her hot breath blow onto his lips as she exhaled.

"Well I was told that you're allowed to have me whenever you want." she said teasingly and regretted it almost as soon as she said it. "Look-"

"I know. Besides I wouldn't take advantage of you like that." He moved a stray hair behind her ear which made her blush. "Can't you trust me?"

She gave him a blank stare. "I've known you for not even three full days yet. You expect me to trust you." she said sarcastically rolling off of him back onto her back. He turned onto his side and draped an arm over he waist

"Does this feel right with you?"

"What do you mean?" she asked confused.

"Being with me, like this. Does it feel right?" She didn't want to answer him. In the back of her mind she knew that it felt completely right and she would never let another man hold her like this as long as she lived, but she wouldn't dare say it out loud to him now would she?

''I don't know..." he looked hurt at her response. "It's not like it feels wrong," she jumped at his reaction "but it's not like..." Elphaba couldn't finish her sentence because she knew if she even tried she'd admit that she loved him so she did the first thing she could think of and just got up. "I have to use the restroom." she said bluntly before retreating into the restroom. Well yes her blatter was kinda full but still she left a very confused Fiyero laying on their bed. He didn't mind so much understanding it was her and that she would explain her feelings to him when the time came, but right now he wasn't gonna push anything. Fiyero was gonna wait for her at every turn and walk with her whenever she took the lead. He would be her lover.