Hey everyone! This is it: the final chapter! I just wanted to thank everyone who read this and reviewed. It means the world to me! Now, I'm going to be writing a sequel (will you read it?) and please check out my other story "Reputation for Malice". Enjoy and review! -Meghan

"Lyle, we need horses now." The stable boy was appalled by what he was seeing. Fiyero was sprinting towards him with Glinda in tow. Both of them were in their wedding clothes, but neither of them seemed to mind the mud.

Lyle looked them over and shook his head. "You know, I'm not even going to ask. Just take Renee." Fiyero nodded in gratitude and settled himself on the black horse, pulling Glinda up behind him.

"Fiyero, I've never ridden a horse before." Glinda's nervous soprano echoed in his ear. He turned slightly to give her a comforting smile and then galloped on. It seemed like the ride was over in minutes, although it took nearly an hour and a half. Fiyero took the blonde's hand and knocked on the door.

"Oh, it's you again. What do you want this time?" Nanny snapped at them, Glinda cowering behind the prince in fright.

"We're looking for Elphaba. Etai kicked her out and we think she's here." Nanny shook her head before Fiyero had even gotten a chance to finish his explanation.

"She's not here, dearie." Nanny told them, leaning on her cane to get a good look at the blonde. "Glinda? Oz, you really do look like your mother." The blonde stared at her, rather confused.

"How do you know my mother?" Glinda questioned her, stepping out to face her as she felt a little bit braver. Nanny gave a glance to Fiyero and the man gave her a shrug.

"It's a long story, dear. One that isn't very important now." She told her. Nanny straightened and glared at the both of them. "So I suppose you two know about Etai's violence?" The both nodded. "Well then, get back to the manor. If she hasn't come here, the bastard still has her."

The pair thanked her and walked down the steps.

"Wait!" Nanny cried, capturing their attention. "Keep my Elphie safe, will you?" Fiyero nodded for the two of them and he straddled the horse, not bothering to question Glinda's confused expression.

"What's going on, Fiyero?" The blonde asked him, almost in tears. By the way Nanny described Etai, it was clear that Elphaba was most likely in a whole lot of trouble. Fiyero didn't answer her. Instead, he kept his eyes on the road and didn't waver his stare until they reached the manor. Carole seemed infuriated, especially when the two ran right past her.

The wedding was a disaster. Guests were starting to leave, the bride and groom looked as if they were on a manhunt, and the bride's father was nowhere to be found.

Glinda and Fiyero stopped abruptly and stared at each other. Neither of them knew where Etai could have taken Elphaba. There were guest rooms everywhere and they didn't know where she was, let alone know where to start looking. As if someone in Heaven wanted them to find her, a small whimper caught their attention.

"Please, don't; I'm sorry!" The couple exchanged worried glances and then rushed down to the basement, absolutely horrified at what they saw. Elphaba was chained to the ceiling, her body hanging limply by the rusty chains. Her torso and the little they could see of her back were torn up in a mix of green skin and fresh, crimson blood. Fiyero's anger rose as he noticed that her face was bloodied and bruised as well. And by the way her thigh was jutting out; he guessed that her femur was broken. Glinda pushed him forward with a "Go get her" and then stepped back into the shadows.

Just as Fiyero was about to flip the switch that would release Elphaba from her incarceration, a voice quickly stopped him. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Etai emerged from the other room, a pistol in his hand. He waved it to Fiyero and then cocked it. "If you try to release her or even try to flee, I will shoot her without hesitation."

Fiyero's brain was whirling. Never in his life did he ever have to think so much. "Father, just leave them be!" Glinda stepped up, quite bravely, although her voice was trembling. Etai whipped around to face his daughter. Smiling eerily, he took a loose pipe and delivered a blow to her head. It wasn't hard enough to kill her, but it was hard enough to knock her out.

"You are a vile piece of scum. It was bad enough that you would do such a thing to one of your servants, but to actually hit your own daughter! What are you thinking?" Fiyero scolded him, standing in place. His eyes darted around the room, trying to figure out how he could get Elphaba out without getting himself or her shot in the process.

"She was in my way. I'm just trying to finish what should have been done years ago! Elphaba should never have worked here and she should have never stolen you away from my daughter. Now, that bitch is going to pay!" Etai cackled manically and Fiyero suppressed the urge to throw up where he stood. How could anyone be so heartless?

"You know, Etai; you're not going to get away with this." Fiyero informed him, taking a daring step forward (which went unnoticed by the older man).

"Of course I am, your Highness." Etai answered, keeping his finger on the trigger in case Fiyero attacked him or anything. While he had his attention focused on the girl hanging from the ceiling, Fiyero chanced a look at Glinda. The blonde rose silently and put a hand to her head. He put a finger to his lips, gesturing for her to keep quiet. And in one swift move, Fiyero darted forward, tackling Etai and pushing him to the wall. The man fired the gun but the prince had control of his arm and the bullet hit the switch instead. The chains began to reel and Elphaba fell to the floor with a sickening crunch.

Etai slung a fist at him and Fiyero blocked it, taking possession of the gun. During the outbreak of fighting, Glinda rushed over and took a hold of Elphaba, dragging the girl over to the blood-stained stairs. Fiyero began to shoot holes in the ceiling, his blue diamonds dripping with sweat. The ceiling began to shake and clumps of concrete and stone started to fall to the floor.

"Run!" Fiyero screamed. He took Elphaba in his arms and dashed up the stairs, letting Glinda go before him. The trio collapsed on the dining room floor as the room next to them crumbled and fell into the basement.

"What is it? What's happened?" Carole shouted as she came across the occupants and took in their frazzled appearance. Glinda's wedding gown was torn and bloodied from the gash in her head. Fiyero had lost his jacket sometime during the fight and Elphaba was more blood than flesh.

"Elphaba's dying; Etai is dead." Fiyero began to ramble and Carole ran out of the room, signaling for one of her servants.

"Fiyero…" Elphaba's whisper caught his attention and he quickly took her hand.

"It's okay, Fae. We're going to get you to a hospital and you're going to be okay." He promised her, kissing the back of her hand lightly.

She seemed to ignore everything that he had just said as she looked up at him. "Was I ever more than just a servant to you?" Elphaba asked him, beginning to cough violently.

Fiyero stroked her cheek and laid her back on the floor after her bout of coughing was over. "You are Elphaba and you mean the world to me. You are so much more than just a servant. You are the woman that I love. Nothing more, and nothing less."

THE END