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"You're feeling better, I assume?" Elphaba leaned over the pink fluff that was lying in bed.

Glinda tunneled out of the overbearing hot pink comforter and put a hand to her head. The pounding in her temples was gone. A good sign, she assumed. "Much better, thank you." Glinda propped herself onto her elbows.

"Good. Master Fiyero seemed quite worried about you," Elphaba pointed out, pouring the blonde a steaming cup of tea.

"Oh, let him be. I don't really care." Glinda sipped at her tea absentmindedly and stared at the floor, suddenly interested in the colored wool.

"What a good wife you'll be," Elphaba teased. "You're not even paying attention to him."

"Well, don't mind me. I'm scarcely awake." Glinda picked out a lilac gown and started getting dressed. "And besides, if it's an arranged marriage, do I really need to pay attention to him?"

"Why wouldn't you be? He isn't the worst prospect for a husband..." Elphaba commented. Glinda raised an eyebrow, detecting a slight tone of longing in her friend's voice. "And it doesn't matter that you're 'scarcely awake'. Your opinion won't change in the next couple of hours."

"He is sweet. He's far more attractive than I originally thought, but as you very well know, Boq has stolen my heart and the prince cannot compare," Glinda told her, sighing dreamily.

"Miss Glinda!"

"Speak of the devil," Elphaba muttered under her breath. Glinda didn't know why, but the servant seemed to have a personal vendetta against the munchkin.

Boq let himself in and gave Glinda a devilish smile. At five feet, four inches, Boq was a full five inches taller than his blonde love. Elphaba was a good six inches taller than him and she loved it.

"You know, you really shouldn't just waltz in here. Show some respect!" Elphaba snarled.

"No, Boq. It's okay," Glinda told him, hopping over to his side in excitement.

"I think I have the right to waltz in here whenever I please, Elphaba," Boq told her calmly.

"What rights?" Elphaba scoffed. "You have no more right to be in here than I do." Deciding that she couldn't stand him any longer, the green girl whisked out of the room and slammed the oak door behind her.

"And she hates me, why?" Boq inquired, staring at the door after Elphaba left.

"Does it matter?" Glinda answered, gripping the front of his shirt and pulling his lips to hers. "I missed you."

"I missed you too." He said after pulling away and running a calloused hand through her golden curls. "I heard about the engagement. Congrats."

Glinda looked up at him and sighed. "It's not fair, really. Everyone else gets to choose who they marry. I don't want a prince. I want you," she told him, stroking his cheek with a manicured finger.

Boq shook his head. "I love you, Glin. I really do, but even if you were allowed to choose, your parents would never endorse a marriage between you and a commoner."

Glinda felt a salty tear make its way down her cheek. "I don't care! It'll happen, Boq, I swear it will!"

"Hush, my love. You're upset." Boq wiped her tear away with a gentle hand. "Here, open this." He handed her a small box.

Glinda sniffled a bit and untied the ribbon. Inside, there was a locket made of pure gold and her name was inscribed on it.

"Boq, this isn't necessary. But it is beautiful," she told him, opening the locket carefully for fear in breaking it. Inside was a picture of the two of them and she felt tears fall slowly down her cheeks.

"Promise me that you'll always love me," Glinda said softly to him, her ocean eyes looking up at him.

"I promise." His voice was barely a whisper. He kissed the top of her head.

Fiyero was lost. All he wanted was to see his fiancée and perhaps take her out for a nice lunch, but the manor was so damn big and he lacked a genuine sense of direction. He turned his head to the left and scratched at his scalp. Heading down the eastern corridor, he ended up in a rather crowded room. Before he could leave to continue on his quest, Fiyero heard a voice coming from behind him. Seemingly drawn to the voice, he painstakingly cracked open the door and peered in.

Elphaba was sitting on the edge of an old and moldy bathtub, clad only in a dirty and torn towel. He felt obliged to turn away and he almost did, but her actions had his eyes glued to her. She poured some oil into her hands and began to wash herself, rubbing the liquid deep into her pores. Her dark eyes were closed, but she knew where she was touching. But what had caught Fiyero's attention was her voice. Elphaba was singing something from a language that Fiyero didn't recognize, but it was beautiful nonetheless.

She began to drop the towel and Fiyero turned his face away and closed his eyes as she got dressed. A few minutes later, when he reopened his eyes, Elphaba was in a secondhand dress with patches of subdued colors with an apron around her waist. Sitting in front of the mirror, Elphaba was running a broken comb through her silken hair. In that moment, Fiyero felt a fluttering in his heart. It was something that he had never felt before: not with Glinda and not with any other girl that he'd ever met. He turned to leave and contemplate his feelings in his own chambers when she finally addressed him.

"Master Fiyero, please entertain yourself elsewhere. Your attention is not needed here." He turned around, his cheeks colored pink in embarrassment at being caught. He decided to play it cool.

"It wasn't on purpose, I assure you. Your door was open and I was taking the courtesy of closing it before a perverted bastard came by and took liberties with you." Fiyero explained, crossing his arms.

"So you were closing it as defense against people like yourself?" Elphaba inquired, smirking. Fiyero had to admit that she had him there. She kept talking. "Keep your attention to Glinda. She deserves every bit of it. I'm nothing. I don't deserve any part in your thoughts."

Fiyero pinned her against the doorframe and she squirmed. "But that's the problem. You do cross my mind. A lot."

Elphaba struggled against him. She rather liked their position, but she couldn't – and wouldn't- admit it.

"Elphaba!"

A sharp voice met her ears. Fiyero released her and she turned to see Etai Upland coming down the corridor.

He grasped Elphaba by the upper arm and jerked her away from the prince. "I'm sorry that this brat has been bothering you." He growled.

"No, no, Mister Upland. We were just talking." Fiyero told him, waving his hands frantically.

"Sure, sure. You do not need to make excuses for her." Etai assured him, bowing before keeping his death grip on Elphaba and leading her down the hallway.

The last thing Fiyero saw of her was her expression of pure terror.