Chapter 64. Coronation Prophecy

Rifiuto: Non Miniera

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Elphaba looked up when Fae picked up the hairbrush.

"How does it feel, Your Majesty?" She asked, as she ran the brush through Elphaba's long, black hair.

"I'm not the queen yet. I'm still a princess." Elphaba whispered, as Fae set the brush down and started doing her hair. Fae's fingers quickly and smoothly brought her mother's hair to an elaborate, beautiful braided design, and Elphaba soon found herself gazing at it in the mirror. "Thank you."

Fae smiled at her.

"You're welcome."

Elphaba had already changed into her coronation gown, a beautiful dress of dark, midnight blue.

"Ready?" Elphaba nodded.

By the time the two made it to the throne room, Fiyero was already waiting for her.

"Ready?" She nodded. The two shared a quick kiss, before moving to the thrones. Fae watched, as the Shaman of the tribe blessed the young couple, and soon proclaimed them the new rulers.

"So, the young queenie has accepted her fate?" Fae turned, to see Yackle behind her. The old woman looked at Fae.

"And you. The poor young princess. Lost. But, to return to your time, you must accept the heart of another."

"What do you mean--"

But Yackle was gone.