Chapter 38. Proof
Rifiuto: Non Miniera
Elphaba held the vial gently in her hands.
Slowly, she looked up at the woman.
"Truly? Are you serious? I've.....I've concieved?"
Yackle nodded.
"Finally." Thinking, the Crown Princess licked her lips. "When? When will I birth?"
Yackle moved to the door.
"Next year. Early next year."
Elphaba nodded, and looked back at the vial before asking,
"A son? I...I've concieved a son?"
"Yes, the young queenie has concieved the son she desires. But, do not forget, that the young queenie shall also concieve a daughter, when the moon is in the sixth window."
Elphaba heard, but didn't correct the woman. Yackle then left, leaving the Crown Princess to her own devices.
Slowly, Elphaba lay on her back on the bed, and looked at the vial. It held the proof of her pregnancy, her fertility.
Subconsiously, she rested her free hand on her abdomen, her long, slender fingers gently began to rub her flat stomach. Elphaba took several deep breaths, imagining the child that was starting to form, starting to grow, inside her womb.
"You're really inside me, aren't you?" She whispered, watching the green liquid swirl around in the vial.
Proof.
This was the proof that she was able to give Fiyero the one thing they both so desired, the one thing the royal family needed.
This small glass vial, held the proof.
Proof of her child's conception.