Elphaba fidgeted her skirt while she was waiting with Fiyero. He stood boldly beside her and reached out to pat her shoulder once he had sensed her intense anxiety.
"Hey, calm down, remember you are the Eminent Thropp," he whispered into her emerald ear, smirking.
"I know," she quipped back, "it's just when I get nervous…" Elphaba then vigorously shook her hands, trying to indicate how she can lose control.
"Listen," Fiyero huffed, "if you really start to feel that loss of control, just grip my hand, okay," he nudged her face with his hand so they made eye contact.
"Fine," was all the witch could mutter through clenched teeth.
The two then hurried through a now opened doorway and entered what Elphaba assumed, the drawing room. A tapestry covered an entire wall on her left, but she didn't have time to go into detail as to what it showed. On her right, a fireplace crackled warmly as if they were in a log cabin and not a big stone castle. The cobblestone structure around and on the fireplace was extremely ornate and depicted at a quick glance, a lion pride tearing apart a herd on antelope. Elphaba quickly refocused her attention yet again on the real reason she had come here, the stoic looking couple that sat stiffly on a couch in the center of the room.
A woman with graying hair, the queen, kept a stiff upper lip as she took Elphaba in for the first time. Her husband beside her however, did not keep any sort of internal dam locked up tight as when he saw the state of Elphaba he muttered,
"Good god, she's a street rat. The Eminent Thropp is a dirty, grimy, wicked street rat."
He had muttered this just loud enough for Elphaba to hear. She suddenly surged her power into crushing Fiyero's hand, trying not to lose her self restraint. Fiyero gasped suddenly at the pain being inflicted into his hand, breaking the tension. The king however plainly spat at Elphaba this time,
"luckily we can always return her," he turned to his wife, somehow finding the courage to smile.
A loud snap then sounded through the room. Poor Fiyero, whose face was scrunched up as his swelling hand was still un relinquished from Elphaba's terribly strong grip.
"Fae, please, I think you broke it," he whispered.
Elphaba still continued to hold Fiyero's hand, causing the king to yell at her,
"are you deaf girl? Obey your superior at once!"
"Fine," was the only response in a rather grizzled tone.
Elphaba then threw Fiyero limp hand away and summoned a pair of iron tongs from the fireplace to her side. She lunged at the king and delicately pressed the tip of the iron tongs into his chest, starting to feel him squirm.
"Like the feeling of grime, huh," she hissed into his ear.
All the king could choke out was,
"you're burning me."
"Fun."
Her hands seeped the fire unto his throat until it barely started to trickle into his uvula. The young sorceress then heard a thump of a wooden bucket and sloshing water beating against one another. Before she could panic, the water was slashed onto her and the king, submerging them both in water, and making Elphaba lose consciousness.
