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Glinda the Good stood in the Wizard’s throne room in a state of shimmering disbelief, the two people she loved most in the world before her.
Her long lost best friend she’d just embraced for the first time in years, and her perfectly imperfect fiancé who clearly had misplaced his mind.
He was going with her?
“What? What are you saying?” Glinda looked frantically between the two of them, their eyes locked together in some deep conversation she couldn’t hear. This was not the first time she’d witnessed this silent dance of theirs, but only now did she realize the implification.
“You mean, all this time... the two of you... behind my back?”
This broke Elphaba’s trance, and she turned to face her friend’s accusatory, teary glare. “No! Glinda, it wasn't like that!”
Fiyero could see that despite everything, she was still trying to protect Glinda’s heart. He loved her for it, but he could no longer hide the truth.
“Actually, it was…” he smiled soberly at Elphaba, then regretfully at Glinda, “but it wasn't.”
Both witches looked at him with their brows furrowed, trying to make sense of what he was implying. He knew Glinda deserved to know the whole story, but there wasn’t enough time; Elphaba’s safety mattered more to him.
“Fae, we have to get out of here, let's go... let's go!” Grasping her hand tightly, he led them away to finally embrace their rebellion in earnest.
Glinda bounced after them in a fit, her rage bubbling to the surface. “Fine, go! You deserve each other!”