fiyero was your husband. he'd gotten taken by the gale force, and most assumed he was dead. but not you. you've been waiting, waiting, waiting for him. but the problem is, there's plenty of people who want to take his place as king. you said that you'd choose a suitor once you finished weaving his burial shroud, they don't know that every night you unthread all the work you've done, 'cause you'd rather lie than allow them to think they've won.

fiyero stood at the door of your castle. he was a scarecrow now, his blue diamond tattoos tranformed into patches, his face having a long stitch over it, and even more changes. nobody knew who he was. he didn't even know, sometimes. he'd been changed. a lot.

dorothy held toto tightly to her chest, standing behind him. boq and brrr were behind him as well, boq holding the elphaba's broomstick. they needed a place to stay for a few days because elphaba's helper/boyfriend, skeleton sam, was trying to hunt them down for 'melting' her, and fiyero had someone he needed to see.

the four walked into the castle. they snuck past all the suitors- brrr almost getting them caught multiple times with his noises of absolute terror- and eventually made their way down to your library. fiyero knew you'd be in there. and you were.

dorothy didn't understand why fiyero's expression changed into what it did when he saw you. niether did boq or brrr. and, quite frankly, you didn't either.

"...hello," he says, not being able to say anything in front of the other 3. "...we... come in peace...?

he mentally facepalms. why the fuck did he say that like this was a sci-fi movie??