Here's the final chapter!

Elphaba looked at her reflection in the mirror and sighed. She really didn't want to do this. She didn't feel ready. She didn't think she could ever be ready.

"Fae?" Fiyero asked as he came into the bedroom. "Are you ready?"

"Not really," Elphaba whispered, still staring at her reflection.

The now-king smiled. "You look beautiful. Just like the queen you are."

Raal and Amalie had stepped down as the king and queen of the Vinkus a few months prior, claiming that they were getting older and they trusted Fiyero and Elphaba to lead the country.

"I still don't know about this," Elphaba said, nervously rubbing her hands against the skirt of her dress.

"I'll be right by your side. And plus, Salmae and Dahlia will also be down there."

Elphaba smiled as she thought of their two beautiful daughters. Now ages ten and seven, respectively, they were growing up to be beautiful, young princesses. "They will probably be hogging the dessert cart all night."

The prince chuckled at the mental image. His daughters had his love of dessert before dinner, along with Elphaba's brains, which, to him, was a perfect mix.

"I just… I don't think I can do this," the green girl said softly.

"Fae, this is our first royal gala as king and queen. It's okay to feel nervous, but we'll be okay." He kissed her forehead. "You'll be fine. I'll be with you the whole night."

"Thanks," Elphaba said, leaning her head against her husband's chest.

The king smiled as he kissed her forehead. He gently pulled away and reached for the crown on the vanity and gently placed it on his wife's head. Elphaba smiled up at him and snuggled back into his arms.

"Mama! Daddy! Come on! We have to go now!" Salmae said as she hurried into the room, closely followed by her younger sister.

Dahlia ran straight into her parents' room and jumped into her father's arms. Fiyero grunted, but lifted his daughter into his arms and spun her around in the air. "Hey, princesses. Are you ready?"

"Yes!" Salmae nodded.

"Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!" Dahlia giggled.

The family made their way down the stairs and towards the ballroom.

"Presenting their Royal Majesties, King Fiyero and Queen Elphaba, and their Royal Highnesses Princesses Salmae and Dahlia!" the herald announced.

Everyone clapped as the royal family entered the ballroom. Fiyero smiled and gently squeezed his wife's hand, reassuring her that everything would be fine. "Welcome everyone to our Spring Gala!" Fiyero said in a kingly voice. "Please enjoy the festivities and have a wonderful time!"

The people clapped and cheered as the music began to play. Couples walked hand-in-hand onto the dance floor and mixed conversations filled the ballroom.

"There's Grandma and Grandpa!" Dahlia smiled, running over to her grandparents.

"Grandma! Grandpa!" Salmae giggled, following her younger sister.

The retired royals turned and smiled, seeing their grandchildren. "Hello, you two," Raal smiled, lifting Dahlia into his arms and pulling Salmae close.

Elphaba watched the children for a while before she felt someone tap her on the shoulder. She turned and saw Fiyero with a goofy grin on his face.

"I know that face," Elphaba said, pretending to be accusing.

"What face?"

"That goofy smile face. You're about to ask me to do something extremely cheesy."

"Cheesy how?"

"I don't know," Elphaba sighed, turning away and wrapping her arms around herself.

The prince hugged her gently. "I was just going to ask if you wanted something to drink? Is that cheesy?"

"Considering the fact that I'm perfectly capable of getting my own drink."

"Yes or no?"

Elphaba sighed and nodded. "Yes, please."

Fiyero kissed her cheek and disappeared. He reappeared a few minutes later with two glasses of wine in his hands.

"Oh no," Elphaba said upon seeing the drink.

"What?"

"Wine, Fiyero?"

"What? We're celebrating!"

"You want to get me to dance."

The prince blinked. "How…"

"I catch on when you do it every single time."

The goofy smile returned. "Just one dance?"

"The last time you gave me wine and said, 'Just one dance?', we danced to five more songs after I told you my feet were tired and I ended up getting pregnant with Dahlia."

The king took a step closer to his wife and handed her the glass. Elphaba frowned and Fiyero playfully nuzzled his nose against hers. "You're an idiot," Elphaba said blatantly, but took a sip of the wine. Once she finished the drink, Fiyero gave their empty glasses to a servant and took her hand.

"No," Elphaba said when Fiyero began leading her to the dance floor.

"Please?"

"No."

"Fae…"

"Yero…"

"Just one dance. I promise,"

Elphaba mulled it over, then slowly agreed.

"Unless you beg for more," he whispered into her ear.

Elphaba elbowed him in the stomach, causing him to let out a not-so-kingly squeal. A few heads turned, but Elphaba just smiled innocently. A few women chuckled, knowing exactly what the queen had done, and turned back to their husbands. The men gave Fiyero sympathetic glances, but secretly glad it didn't happen to them.

"Just one dance," Elphaba said as she waltz began to start.

The king didn't look happy, but agreed as he dance with his wife. She leaned her head against his shoulder and inhaled deeply. Everything around them seemed to blur and for a moment, it felt like it was just them. They were pulled back to reality when Fiyero felt someone tugging on his pant leg. He looked down to see Dahlia looking up at him with her mother's chocolate eyes.

"Yes, princess?" he smiled.

"Can I dance with you, Daddy?" the little girl asked innocently.

Fiyero looked at his wife, who chuckled and nodded. Fiyero kissed her nose before gently pulling away and helping Dahlia to stand on his feet. Elphaba walked over to the dessert cart and picked up a small cake.

"Elphie!"

Elphaba barely had time to react before she felt someone tackle her in a hug. "Hi, Glin."

"I've missed you so much!" the blonde said as she pulled away to look at her friend. "How are you?"

"I'm fine. How is everything in the Gillikin?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, Elphaba immediately regretted her question. The blonde beamed and went into a long story about the parties she had attended since they last spoke, all of the eligible young men she had met, and the new horse her father had gotten her for her birthday.

"He's a gorgeous stallion named Henteon. He's fast, a great jumper…"

Out of the corner of her eye, Elphaba saw that Fiyero was now dancing with Salmae, although she wasn't standing on his feet. From Fiyero's pained expressions every so often, she could tell that Salmae was stepping on his feet. She smiled to herself at the sight.

"Elphie! Elphie! Elphie, are you listening to me?"

"Huh?" She blinked and focused on the blonde. "I'm sorry, Glin. I got distracted."

Glinda followed where Elphaba had been looking and smiled, seeing Salmae dancing with Fiyero. The prince was standing stiffly, but he was still smiling as he lifted his daughter in the air and spun her around. "I remember when my father used to do that."

"He's a really great father," Elphaba said softly. "Though, I sometimes can't help but wonder what he would be like with a son."

Glinda immediately took her friend's hand. "He would still be the same, wonderful father he is with Sallie and Dee."

"I know," Elphaba said softly. "But still…"

"Elphie, don't beat yourself over this. Fiyero is a great father, and he would love Kilyer as much as he loves his beautiful daughters."

Elphaba nodded and smiled slightly. "I know he would."

The blonde smiled back. "Ooh! Elphie, do you see that guy over there?"

Elphaba followed Glinda's finger and saw a tall, young man about their age not far away from where they were standing. "Yes. Why?"

"I think he likes me. We were talking and we found out we have a lot in common."

"Well, he's coming this way."

Glinda's eyes widened as she quickly straightened and put on her most charming smile.

"Your Majesty," the young man bowed.

Elphaba nodded to him.

The man turned to Glinda and kissed the back of her hand. "Milady, I will be honored if you would accompany me in a dance."

The blonde blushed and giggled. "Of course. Excuse us, Elphie."

"Have fun," Elphaba smiled as the man and the blonde walked away. She watched as they started dancing and talking (Well, Glinda talked). She turned and saw Fiyero walking over to her, limping slightly.

"'I don't need to stand on your feet, Daddy' she says. 'I can dance with you all by myself.' she says. Come to think of it, that one didn't even make sense," he grumbled, grimacing as he shifted his weight.

The queen chuckled. "You love it."

"I would love it even more if my feet weren't killing me right now."

As the evening went on, Fiyero and Elphaba watched as the guests danced. Salmae and Dahlia were dancing with their grandparents and Glinda was still talking to the man, whom Elphaba had discovered was the son of the Duke and Duchess of Irthrur. Finally, it was announced that the next song would be the final song of the evening and the orchestra began to play a slow waltz.

Fiyero extended his hand to his wife, but she shook her head. "You said only one dance."

"But that dance was interrupted."

"But your feet hurt."

"But we didn't get to finish our dance."

Elphaba rolled her eyes, but finally accepted her husband's hand and allowed him to lead her to the dance floor. The two waltz together, becoming lost in each other once more.

"What?" Elphaba asked when she noticed Fiyero staring at her.

"Oh, nothing. I'm just thinking about how far we've come."

"We've come very far," Elphaba agreed.

"We hated each other when we first met."

"And couldn't stand to be in the same room as one another."

"But now, we're inseparable."

"Spell 'inseparable'."

Fiyero opened his mouth, but closed it again. "Why must you always do that?"

Elphaba laughed. "Sorry. I couldn't help it."

"Well, then I can't help doing this," he said, pulling Elphaba against him and pressing his lips against hers.

Elphaba made a muffled noise of surprise, but quickly relaxed and wrapped her arms around his neck. She thought back over how far she had come. She went from a girl pulled out of her second year of Shiz to the Queen of the Vinkus. She had reestablished a relationship with her sister and even corresponded with her father a bit. She silently remembered everything she had been though, and smiled at the fact that she now had Fiyero.

"Dahlia, I already danced with you," said-king muttered against his wife's lips when he felt someone tug on his pant leg.

"But I wanna dance with Mama now," the little girl said.

The couple finally pulled apart and looked down at their pouting daughter. "Why don't we all dance together?" Elphaba suggested.

Dahlia's face brightened and she ran to get her sister. Soon, the two princesses returned and they all grabbed hands and danced together.

"May we cut in?" Amalie asked as she and Raal approached them.

Salmae and Dahlia made room for their grandparents and the six of them danced the last dance of the evening together, simply glad to have each other.

The End.

Thank you to everyone who followed, favorited, reviewed, and read this story. It means the world to me! My next story, "A Reason To Love", will be up in January. I know it seems far away, but hopefully I will be able to get it up earlier. If not, I will make sure to post lots of oneshots in between.

See you all at the next one!

~Nia