I felt nothing. I was numb all over. Had he actually just- My own father- To Nessarose?!

I felt something well up inside of me, some strange emotion I had never experienced before, bubbling inside of me just begging to be let out, and still, I refuse to react. Reality quickly set back in as I felt someone's arm wrapping around my waist.

I froze. No one, I mean no one, has ever, ever, touched me like that before.

Turning my head around, I found Fiyero staring at me, pityingly. And that was the last gesture I could take.

"We may be married, Fiyero Tiggular, but that does not give you any right whatsoever to touch me," I spat while detangling myself from his grasp. "And, in your better interest dearie, I highly suggest you don't try it again."

He looked taken back, and I almost began to regret what I had said when one of the servants approached us.

" 'Scuse me Highnesses, but 'tis time for you's to leave the ceremony."

My face went three shades paler. I was not going to share a bed with this idiot.

We were led to quite a large room in the western section of Kiamo Ko, the part of the castle that we could now, proudly, call our own.

A King sized bed with silk red sheets lay in the center of the room, with a red transparent canopy hanging over it. A glowing fireplace with a well cushioned loveseat facing was opposite the bed and a bookshelf full of books (thank Kumbricia) lay to the side. At least there was something I could enjoy. A wooden writing desk, and two dressers full with clothes were also neatly displayed around the room. I don't think half of my house in Munchkinland was this big. It needed a few homely touches. I thought, grinning wickedly. The servant left, leaving the two of us alone.

I said nothing as I walked over to the bed and sat down. Sweet Oz it was soft.

"It's odd," Fiyero said surveying the room, "No matter how hard I try, I can't get the image of grass and dead flowers out of my head."

I rolled my eyes. "It's odd, no matter how hard I try, I can't picture you being able to think anything with your head." He glared. I was about to say something that wouldn't have helped the situation in anyway, when images of those glittering silver shoes danced into my head. Something inside of me had changed since that incident. I always knew that my father favored Nessarose over me- who in their right minds wouldn't? But until that moment, that split second that he had sold me for a pair of beaded shoes, I had never realized how much. And I had never realized how much it could hurt. Wait, what was I saying? Father had already tortured me enough by making me marry this son of a bitch , so why should anything else he does affect me?

Sighing inwardly I got up and went over to the dresser, ignoring the imploring look Fiyero was giving me.

"I still can't believe it," the words were out of my mouth before I had time to think them through.

"What?" asked Fiyero, turning his gaze to the fireplace. "That we're hitched?"

I swear he has poorer vocabulary then all of the Quadling's in Quadling Country put together. "Yes, if that's how you're going to state it."

"How else would I state it?" I gritted my teeth together. "Marriage dignifies something that's suppose to be undeniably good between two people. So unless something undeniably good happens between us, I will continue to talk however I want. Because it seems like such a waste of time if I don't."

"Idiot. Is fighting your only way of communication?"

"With you? Yes indeed it is," I shot him an aggravated glance and opened one of the drawers.

"Leave the room," I ordered aggravated. He smirked and folded his arms across his chest. "I fail to see what's so thrilling."

"Well you are my wife. There really isn't a reason to why I should leave. I'm aloud to watch you strip now," he replied grinning wickedly.
Why that sexist ass licking little leach! I was not his property. I can't believe how men still treat woman! It's like the Animal bands on all the trains!

"Let me make this one thing clear Fiyero Tiggular, I am not, and never will be, your property! You do not own me, you never will posses me; even though I think we both know you don't have the brain power to do so. So-" I was quickly cut off as Fiyero began to laugh.

"Well let me make this perfectly clear, Elphaba Tiggular," Oh Unnamed God I can't believe he just did that. " You are my wife, you are married to the Crown Prince of the Vinkus, meaning you have to abide by my rules."

That immature little brat! Time to fight fire with fire.

"And you, Fiyero Thropp Tiggular, are my husband and are married to the Crown Princess and future Eminent Thropp, Governess of Munchkinland."

"Yeah, you mean if Nessarose doesn't get it first." He sneered under his breath, stunning me. No matter how vigorous or out of hands our fighting became, he had never dared to bring up my sister, and he knows it. That had always been the border between us we knew not to cross. The only mutual respect we held toward each other.

"You know Fiyero, I still don't understand why-" I stopped in mid sentence. I had no come back to that. The issue with Nessarose had always been a touchy subject with me. Because it was all my fault and mother never would of- Stop it Elphaba! Your letting this immature little spoiled brat get to you! "Leave the room Fiyero."

"Elphaba, look I didn't mean-"

"What part of leave the room don't you understand!" I hissed eyes blazing. He had that same look in his eyes he held at the wedding when I pulled his arm from around my waist. Backing away he went through a door at the end of the room.

I took out my long flannel black nightdress and laid it on the bed and walked over to the mirror.

Peering into the glass I frowned. No wonder everyone was so amused to see me; I looked like a freak.

No matter how hard Glinda tries, she'll never be able to make me pretty, that is an impossibility. It struck me that I didn't even get to say goodbye to my best friend… And for once in my life, I actually do feel sorry for Fiyero, no one should be forced to marry a Lizard. Voices of my parents, Nanny and a Quadling called Turtle Heart rang in my ears.

Fabala! Elphaba! Elphie! Little frog!

Little snake! Lizard girl! Where are you?

After wiping off all the makeup and changing into my nightdress, I decided Fiyero could come back in.

I immediately looked away as he approached wearing nothing but a pair of navy shorts.

"You know Fabala," Since when does he call me that? "It would of made it much easier if you had of just walked in there," he said pointing to the door he had just emerged from. "It is the washroom."

If I had a gun, he'd be dead right now.

That girl is the most unfeeling, uncouth woman I've ever met! I mean, if any normal girl married me, they'd be ecstatic. But do you think Elphaba is? Not in your life. She completely and utterly ignores me!

After making my remark on the washroom, she just glared at me like she always does, and walked over to the large vanity mirror and began fixing her hair. Not uttering a word.

I watch her carefully, she takes the flowers out of her hair and lets it down all the way. That wasn't expected. She lifts a brush and begins to comb the raven strand. No one would believe me if I told them that yes, she Elphaba Thropp- Elphaba Tiggular, had beautiful hair. I honestly was a bit disappointed when she braided it and walked over to the fireplace and sat down in front of it, ignoring the chair behind her.

"Please Fiyero, try and put some clothes on for once. There's no paparazzi waiting for you, and I definitely don't want to see that."

"Just because we all know your secretly in love with me, Elphie, doesn't mean that I should have to leave my comfort zone. This is how I always sleep, and that's how it's going to stay." I heard her swear under her breath and smirked. "Besides, not everyone dresses like a maunt when they're going to bed."

She batted her eyes mockingly. "Me? Well, marrying you, my pretty, would cause any girl to run to a convent." Glaring at her I walked over to the other side of the bed and went under the covers.

"What are you doing?" She asked agitated. I knew where this was going, and I grinned inwardly.

"Going to sleep, what does it look like?"

"Sorry to disappoint you, Fiyero Tiggular, but I am not going to sleep with you." She stated through gritted teeth. My smile widened.

"Disappoint? You just made me ten times happier. Then by all means, Elphaba Tiggular, the ground is all yours," I replied making sure she knew she was part of my family now. She wouldn't actually take the ground I knew that much, no one in their right minds would. It was cold, hard, and you could get pretty sick if you laid there too long. Don't ask how I know that. Plus, she'd just look stupid if she slept there, and there was always the chance a maid could walk in…

"If you had at least the tiniest bit of decency in you, maybe you'd actually think of others instead of your scandalous reputation."

"I'm quite satisfied with who I am, thank you very much," I replied, my scandalous reputation got me to where I am today, so why shouldn't I care about it?

"You are such an ass."

"And you are such a little Lizard girl." Suddenly she was storming over to the bed, grabbing a pillow and storming back to the fireplace.

"What, so your just going to sleep on the ground all night?"

"If it means not sleeping with you, yes."

Honestly, what kind of an idiot does that? I wasn't that bad. She's so immature.

"And what if a maid walks in? Do you want the whole Kingdome thinking we're abusive? They'd lock me away!" She made no motion to move so I continued. "I can just see the headlines now, 'Future Queen dies mysteriously on her honeymoon and Future King gets taken to Southstairs!"

"Solves all my problems."

"You know what? You are the most unfeeling, cold hearted woman I've ever met!. Fine, be Cinderella. I really don't care." And with that said, I turned over and tried to sleep. Well I would of went to sleep had my knew found conscious shut up. I knew I couldn't just leave her there. As much as I wish I could leave her there, I just couldn't. It was cold and the ground, like I said was hard. And since I'm always putting people before myself, I knew what I had to do. Why the hell did I have to make the stupid Nessarose comment? If I hadn't said that, I would be feeling guilty right now. So as quietly as I could, I crept out of bed and went over to the fireplace. She was asleep. Good. So I couldn't be held accountable for my actions.

I gently picked her up and placed her on the bed, getting into the other side.

Some honeymoon this turned out to be. I didn't even get laid.

I'm hopelessly angry at how I portrayed this chapter. I didn't give enough depth to the character's and I didn't get enough into it as I wished to. Keep in mind that Fiyero is a complete playboy (dancing through life in the musical) and Elphaba is acting completely better then him because of a secret and she "hates" him. So don't judge how I'm portraying the character's yet. And Fiyero's last comment is how he thinks.

I promise to get more into the next chapter- this was all I had time to write today and I have to go out in like ten minutes so I'm trying really hard to get this to you. Please appreciate it.

Happy readings,