Woot, 20th chapter! c: There's not much to say about this, except that there are a lot of surprises! Enjoy and don't forget to review! c:

"You haven't been here in a while; do you not want to see me?" Glinda's bottom lip quivered and she was beginning to think that he was going to leave her at the time that she needed him most.

"Of course I want to see you, Glin. I've just been super busy. Your parents –well, your mother- have requested a huge ice sculpture for the wedding and I've been occupied with making the arrangements. I would have a much better time with you, my love." Boq's explanation calmed her for a bit, but she couldn't help but feel on the edge with everything that had been happening. Glinda leaned her head on his chest and gave a sigh. Taking her sigh as a cue to ask what's wrong, the man fingered one of her curls. "What happened?"

"Well, thank you for asking. Elphie's been ignoring me, except when she comes in to give me tea. But she has to do that, and even then barely talks to me! Fiyero's not paying attention to me at all and he's been spending all of his time with Elphaba. We're getting married, for Oz's sake!" Glinda was close to hyperventilating from the stress and Boq kissed the top of her head to keep her from freaking out.

"At first, you wanted nothing to do with this wedding. Are you developing feelings for him?" Boq questioned her and Glinda felt her breath catch in her throat. She hadn't even thought about that! "Glin, I won't be mad."

"No, of course I don't feel anything for him! I just… I just don't like being ignored." Glinda had to answer his question negatively for she feared that if she answered yes, Boq would become angry and leave her. To be honest, she didn't even know if she felt anything for Fiyero and even if she did, why would it matter? Even if she really did like him, he would never return those feelings. He could never love her like he loved Elphaba, and she knew that he never would, even when they got married.

Boq seemed to consider this and a sly smirk crossed his lips. "Maybe I can just make you forget all of that." He began to kiss at her neck, his fingers fumbling to unbutton her dress. Glinda was ready for this and she knew that Elphaba was going to take her place with Fiyero. She was ready, yes, but she couldn't do it.

"Boq, stop!" The man got off her and laid next to her, giving a kiss to her chin.

"What's wrong, Lyn? Did I do something wrong?" He inquired as he watched Glinda button up her gown.

"No, it's me who did something wrong. I just can't do this yet. I have to wait until after the wedding." Glinda told him, examining him as his face saddened.

"It's alright, Glinda. I can wait." He kissed her tenderly and looked at her with understanding eyes. Only when there was a knock at the door did he jump away. Knowing that Boq wasn't allowed to be in her chambers, she shoved him into her wardrobe again and opened the door.

"Hello, Momsie!" She greeted her mother cheerfully.

"There has been a change in schedule, my dear. Fiyero's parents have important business to deal with. The wedding has been moved up. You and Master Tigelaar will be married next week." It took all of Glinda's self-control not to slam the door in her mother's face and cry herself to sleep.

"Master Tigelaar, Lady Glinda requests your presence."

The prince turned around, his eyebrows rising in confusion. Why did Elphaba so suddenly feel the need to speak so formally? As he looked out the door, he found the reason why. Carole, Marillot, and Baxiana were taking a leisurely stroll down the hallway and he waved to his parents after they gave him a suspicious glare. Once they were gone (and they took a rather long time to walk down the straightforward corridor), Fiyero slammed the door shut, hauling Elphaba inside. He kissed her hungrily and she eagerly responded, her green hands tangling themselves in his tawny hair.

"I thought Glinda wanted to see me." Fiyero noted, breaking away.

"I lied."

"You know," Elphaba said as she wrapped her arms around his waist, "Glinda laughed at me earlier. She says that I should have tried to seduce you last night." Fiyero laughed and he kissed along her jawline.

"You did, Fae, you always do. I don't think it's fair for her to laugh at you just because you didn't want anything to happen." Fiyero looked into her dark eyes and smiled at her.

"I was afraid that I was going to disappoint you, Yero. I was afraid that I'd do something wrong and you'd leave." She looked the other way, not wanting to look into those beautiful gray eyes that she knew were filled with sympathy. The man grasped her face tenderly and made her look at him. "Elphaba, look at me. Even if something did go wrong, I would still love you."

Elphaba allowed herself to give him a gentle smile and she kissed him on the lips. "I, well, I guess I love you too." She told the prince with a gentle laugh. That was all that Fiyero needed and he backed up a little bit.

"I need to ask you something; something really important." He dug his hand into his pocket and kept it there as she gazed as him searchingly.

"Well, go ahead and ask; don't just stand there." She snapped at him, not having the time to deal with his games.

Fiyero just stared at her for a few moments, gulping in nervousness. "Fiyero, if you're just going to stand there, I have better things to do." She told him impatiently.

"Wait!" He exclaimed, grabbing her wrist as she made for the door. The servant glared at him and crossed her arms as she stood there.

"Elphaba Thropp," Elphaba's eyes widened in fear and anticipation as Fiyero dropped down on one knee, "will you marry me?" The girl could not say anything for the longest time. He held up a diamond ring (very expensive-looking, she noted) to her and she just stared at it, speechless.

Finally, she gained the nerve to open her mouth and speak. "I'm sorry, Fiyero, I can't do this." Elphaba told him, regretting the words but knowing that she had to say them. "You're getting married in a week, Fiyero! Why do you think that you can just come out and propose to me? You can't do this, I can't accept! Nothing good will ever come of being with me. This is a mistake!" Elphaba closed the door as she fled, trying to stop the painful tears that insisted on forming.

Fiyero got to his feet, tossing the ring onto his nightstand. In anger, he punched his hand against the wall, making a small indent. He should have known that proposing to Elphaba was a terrible choice. He should have known that she wasn't ready for a committed relationship, especially given the circumstances. Oz, he might have just ruined their relationship.