Here we are, everyone! The final chapter!

The official royal Vinkun carriage sped down the narrow dirt road to town. Elphaba sat across from her husband, her eyes starring listlessly out the window.

"Fae?"

Elphaba met her husband's gaze and smiled. "Yes?"

Fiyero smiled as he gently took his wife's hands in his own. "Don't worry. Everything will be fine."

Elphaba averted her gaze back to the window. "It won't be a blood heir…"

"Fae, I told you, my parents and the Vinkun government understand the circumstances."

Elphaba nodded. The Vinkun parliament had declared that Fiyero's younger cousins, Prince Khynel and Princess Faire, the Duke and Duchess of Kvon Altar in the Outer Vinkus, would inherit the throne after him, but the adopted child will grow up experiencing all of the perks and benefits of being a royal.

"I know, but… we should… you shouldn't… have to do this."

"Hey, I'm doing this because I love you." Leaning forward, the prince placed a gentle kiss on his wife's nose and smiled. "You know I love you, right?"

"Yes, Yero. I love you, too," Elphaba said, smiling.

"Good, just making sure."

Elphaba playfully rolled her eyes and the carriage came to a stop in front of a large, stone building. The driver hopped down and opened the door for the royals. Fiyero stepped down first and moved to help Elphaba. Elphaba took the hand Fiyero offered her and stepped down, the skirt of her long-sleeved, dark blue dress touching the ground. Hand in hand, the royal couple walked up to the Thousand Years Orphanage and knocked. A middle-aged woman opened the door and smiled brightly at the prince and princess.

"Your Highnesses," she curtsied.

Elphaba and Fiyero looked her over. Her dark grey hair was tied back in a strict bun and large glasses were perched perfectly on her nose. She wore a grey business suit, the same shade as her hair. She wore too much makeup, in Elphaba's opinion, but other than that, she seemed nice.

"We've been expecting you," the woman smiled, opening the door more to allow the couple inside. "I am the orphanage director, Madame Troussis."

"Hello," Elphaba said, somewhat awkwardly.

"Now," Madame Troussis said, ignoring the princess' awkwardness as she led them down the hall and up the stairs. "Do you have a gender preference for the child?"

"Gender doesn't matter," Fiyero said, looking at his wife for approval.

Elphaba shook her head. "It doesn't."

The orphanage director nodded. "And age…"

"A baby," Elphaba said immediately. She looked up at Fiyero. "I want a baby, Yero," she whispered desperately.

Fiyero smiled and kissed the top of Elphaba's head. "A baby," he said, looking at Madame Troussis.

The director nodded and started to give the couple a brief summary of the history of the orphanage. While she was talking, Elphaba saw one of the doors slowly open and two pairs of eyes staring up at her. Slowly breaking away from her husband's side, she slowly approached the ajar door.

"Hello," she smiled, kneeling down to meet the height of the eyes staring at her.

The door opened a bit more to reveal two seven year old girls, both wearing simple tan dresses. They seemed a bit scared of the princess and shielded back.

"It's alright. I won't bite," Elphaba smiled.

"It's the princess," one of the girls said in a soft whisper, her large, blue eyes never leaving Elphaba.

Elphaba laughed softly and nodded. "Yes, I am."

Giggling, the two girls threw the door open and happily wrapped their arms around Elphaba. The green woman was startled for a bit, but quickly relaxed and wrapped her arms around the two girls.

Fiyero turned around when he realized Elphaba was no longer by his side. He smiled as he watched her hug two of the orphan girls. "And who do we have here?" he asked, slowly approaching them.

The girls looked up and squealed. "Prince Fiyero!" Giggling, they jumped up and wrapped their arms around his legs.

"Whoa!" the prince smiled, stumbling back a bit.

"Looks like you have some fans, Yero," Elphaba smiled, rising to her full height.

"What can I say? The ladies love me," Fiyero smiled back.

Elphaba rolled her eyes and before she could say anything, she soon found herself swarmed by the other thirty to forty orphans, boys and girls alike, from the ages of five to ten. She found that the boys went straight to Fiyero and were asking him a million questions at once, while the girls did the exact same thing to her.

Madame Troussis looked completely horrified that the orphans were touching the royals. "Children!" she shouted, though, of course, they didn't hear her.

"It's alright," Fiyero reassured her as one of the younger boys gently pulled on his pant leg, wanting his attention.

Elphaba smiled sweetly as the orphan girls asked her a million questions at once.

"You're the princess?"

"Do you live in a castle?"

"When did you fall in love with Prince Fiyero?"

"Was it love at first sight?"

"Do you get to have tea parties every day?"

"What's it like to wear pretty dresses every day?"

Elphaba smiled as she answered all of their questions. Suddenly, a young girl standing in the corner caught her attention. Excusing herself from the other girl, Elphaba slowly walked over to the young orphan. Her tangled hair was tied in pigtails as her light pink dress was slightly dirty. She held a tattered, light blue blanket in the crook of her arm and her thumb was planted firmly in her mouth.

"Hello," Elphaba said softly.

The little girl just looked at her.

"What's your name?"

The girl still didn't answer her.

"That's Naddie," one of the ten year old girls, who had introduced herself as Mehegan, said, appearing from behind Elphaba.

Elphaba smiled. "And how old are you, Naddie?"

The little girl took her thumb out of her mouth and held up three fingers.

"You're three?"

Naddie nodded and stuck her thumb back in her mouth.

"Why don't you come over here with the other girls?"

Naddie looked at the girls then back at Elphaba. "I'm too little."

Elphaba laughed softly. "You're not too little." Smiling, she lifted the three year old into her arms and walked back over to the other girls.

"Will you read to us?" one of the younger girls asked, holding a storybook up to Elphaba.

"Misa, I'm sure Their Highnesses are very busy right now and…" Madame Troussis began.

"No, no, it's alright," Elphaba smiled. "Is there someplace to sit down?"

The director nodded and led them to the common room. She told all the children to sit on the floor and listen quietly to Princess Elphaba, who had graciously taken the time to read to them.

Fiyero sat on the floor with the children, little Naddie in his lap with eight of the other young girls surrounding him. He seemed more absorbed in the story than the children did, which Elphaba found very amusing.

After finishing the stories about how Lurline created Oz and the first Lurlinemas, she heard the stomachs of the children start to growl.

"I believe it's lunchtime," Fiyero smiled, playfully ticking Naddie, who giggled and squirmed in his grasp.

Madame Troussis came into the common room. "Lunch is ready. Everyone, please stand up and walk, in an orderly fashion, to the dining room."

The children stood up and were about to run out of the common room with the director stopped them.

"What do we say to Prince Fiyero and Princess Elphaba?"

"Thank you, Prince Fiyero and Princess Elphaba," the children said in unison.

"You're more than welcome," Elphaba smiled as she stood up and watched the children walk to lunch.

Madame Troussis turned and smiled at the royal couple. "Thank you."

"It was our pleasure," Elphaba smiled.

The director nodded and followed the children to the dining room.

"You were great, Fae," Fiyero said, wrapping his arms around Elphaba's waist. "You were very social."

"It's easier with children. I never saw myself as someone children would look up to. One of the younger girls to me she wanted to be just like me when she grows up."

"Well, you're a public figure now. They'll be plenty of little girls who want to grow up and marry their Prince Charming."

"Oh Oz," Elphaba sighed, rolling her eyes.

The prince chuckled. "Come on, let's get some lunch."

"Yero, don't steal their food!" Elphaba chided.

"I'm not. I'm just… hungry."

Elphaba rolled her eyes and followed her husband towards the sound of chatting and silverware against plates. They found all the children sitting at two separate tables, boys on one side, girls on the other. Elphaba's eyes drifted to a nine year old girl sitting in the corner with a small baby in her arms, feeding him. Smiling, she walked over to her and, pulling up a vacant seat, sat down next to her. "Hello."

The girl startled a bit and looked up, careful not to jostle the baby too much. "Princess Elphaba!" she gasped.

Elphaba smiled. "Why aren't you sitting with the other girls?"

The girl looked down at the baby in her arms. "I can't sit with them until Lyon finishes eating. He doesn't like crowds or noise."

Lyon. That's a beautiful name for a beautiful baby boy, Elphaba thought. "Is he your brother?"

"No, I'm just supposed to look after him."

"How old is he?"

"Around… three weeks, I think."

The princess nodded. "What's your name?"

The young orphan looked surprised that the princess cared what her name was. "A-Aily."

"Well, Aily, may I hold Lyon?"

Aily faltered for a moment, then handed the baby and bottle over to Elphaba.

"Thank you. Now, you can go and join your friends."

Aily smiled and curtsied to the princess. "Thank you, Your Highness."

Elphaba smiled as she watched Aily join her friends at the girls' table. She looked down at the baby in her arms and began to feed him. Lyon slowly opened his eyes, green staring into chocolate. The princess smiled as she tenderly stroked the baby's curly, light brown hair. "You're the one," she whispered, smiling as Lyon slowly closed his eyes again. She waited until Lyon finished eating and went to find Fiyero, who was having sandwiches and soup with the other boys.

"Oh, hi, Fae," Fiyero said as he swallowed his mouthful of soup. He noticed the baby in Elphaba's arms and smiled. "You found him?"

Elphaba nodded and delicately stroked the sleeping baby's cheek. "He's perfect, Yero."

Fiyero excused himself from the boys and walked over to his wife. He examined the baby in her arms and smiled. "He's adorable."

"I want him," Elphaba whispered, looking up at Fiyero.

Fiyero nodded and they both went to find Madame Troussis. They just left the dining room when they saw her walking down the hall towards them.

"Ah, Your Highnesses. Have you made a selection?" the director greeted them.

"Yes, we have," Elphaba said, gently jostling Lyon in her arms.

"Excellent. Now, if you would step into my office, we can sign the adoption papers."

After the papers were signed and in order, Elphaba and Fiyero were about to leave when Elphaba felt a gentle tug on her dress. She looked down and saw Naddie looking up at her.

"Are you goin' now?" she asked in a small voice.

"Yes," Elphaba said softly, handing Lyon to Fiyero and kneeling down in front of the young girl. "We're going back to our castle now."

"Are you goin' come back?"

"Of course." Smiling, Elphaba gently collected the small child into a hug. "We'll come back and read lots of stories and have tea parties."

Naddie giggled and nodded against Elphaba's shoulder. Gently pulling away, Elphaba wiped a few strands of Naddie's hair away from her forehead. "Okay?"

"Okay," the little girl agreed.

"Excuse me, Your Highness, but its time for our younger girls to take a nap," Madame Troussis said, reaching for Naddie's hand.

"Bye-bye," Naddie waved as she took the director's hand and allowed her to lead her away.

"Bye," Elphaba waved. She took Lyon back and smiled at him. "Are you ready to go home, Lyon?"

The baby slowly opened his eyes and looked up at his new mother. He blinked a few times before yawning and going back to sleep.

The carriage ride back to Kiamo Ko seemed to late a shorter amount of time, probably because Elphaba and Fiyero were so enhanced by the new addition to their family that they didn't keep track of time.

As soon as they entered the house, they were immediately greeted by Raal, Amalie and Killjoy, who all wanted to meet the new baby.

"Welcome home, Lyon," Elphaba smiled, kissing her son's cheek.

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