Disclaimer: I own neither the characters nor the inspiration of the plot.

The first belongs to a fine fellow named Gregory Maguire whose characters were then reworked by Stephen Schwartz, Winnie Holzman, and Mark Platt (Who also owns Elle Woods which explains why Galinda is the way she is) into the versions of the characters used in this story.

The second, although the text is free of copyright, has been written most famously by someone who I assume is a Stratfordian by the name of William Shakespeare, although there are conspiracy theories out about it not being the man from that time who had that name.

Also, this story is not complete at the time of writing, unlike the last one. However, I have another 10 chapters already written, and my buffer will never be less than that, so it won't be updating as regularly as Traitor (Which had all fifteen parts written when I posted the first two chapters.) But depending on my access to my Folger Edition of As You Like It, and my inspiration on how to twist it and misquote and/or misinterpret the Bard, it shouldn't drop down to less than one chapter a week. (For reference: Chapter 11- Act II, Scene VII, so I have three acts to go, but they'll be easy, I estimate 5-10 chapters depending on how much detail, deletion, and addition I have to the story)

I managed to come up with the premise to get Elphaba and Fiyero into Rosalind and Orlando roles, although the Elphaba one is like to have been done before. Unfortunately, I spent quite a bit of time world-building, so the first five chapters are only to explain how they got there. And now, the story.

It had been only days since he became the Wizard, and already there were issues. The main one was that the four areas of Oz were fiercely independent. The Ozma had barely managed to keep the different reigions from civil war, and he had no idea how she could manage without centralizing the government, which he chose to do.

Quadling Country in the South should be easy enough to control. They were peaceful and very servile. All he had to do was tell them what he wanted and they would do it. The Glikkus of the North-east would work like this as well.

The Vinkus, or as his advisors called it, Winkie Country or just simply the West, was the same, although unlike the south, it had managed to make use of its rich mineral supplies in the mountains through trade. The traders managed to bring back several technologies, and now had a decently educated elite, including development of its own royal family. He would have simply just killed them off, if it were not for the fact that the Winkies were armed and well-prepared. There was a young child. Perhaps he could make use of it and raise it to be loyal to him. He just needed the right regents before he could execute the plan.

The Northern Gillikin was even more of a mess than just Oz. It had several separate nobles and a council. With them, it was likely best to pursue a diplomatic team of loyal advisors and himself, but that could hold off.

The last, Munchkinland in the east, would be a problem. While there was a governor, which meant he could appoint one, the current Governor, a man by the name of Frex, had been calling for secession. He would have him killed too, but the deaths of two of the rulers would likely trace it back to him, so he chose to meet with the man in person.

He had met with the wife once, a lusty tryst a year or so ago while the Governor had been absent. He remembered it fondly, since he felt he actually fell in love with her.

“Welcome Wizard,” Frex had said as the Wizard stepped out of the carriage. It was said roughly. “I’m surprised you had time in your busy schedule of controlling Oz to talk me into staying in it.”

“I felt it was important to make sure the regime change went smoothly,” The Wizard said. “I’ll try to make sure Munchkinland gets its fair due of time spent to my interests.”

“Convince me that this isn’t an empty promise. The Ozmas and Tippetarius’s regent said the same thing and never followed through.”

The Wizard smirked “I’m here now, aren’t I? I heard you have a wife, I would love to meet her.” He wanted to add again, but there was no way. It was a dangerous thing to do, calling on the governor’s wife, but she was from a Gillikin family and had been educated.

“Pretty good job of convincing you’ll give me time, though I hope you don’t give all that time to my wife.”

Too late for that. The Wizard followed the Governor into a parlor where his wife was sitting. She was chewing on a local plant, milkweed flower he guessed.

“Melena,” Frex said. “This is the Wizard. He has come to talk us out of seceding from Oz.”

Melena looked up when she was addressed and looked shocked to see the Wizard in such power. “Pleasure to… meet you.” She was very careful with her language.

The Wizard nodded. “I wish the same to you, Madame Thropp.”

“She’s pregnant with her second child.”

“Congratulations,” The Wizard said passively. “Although I heard milkweed flower is dangerous for pregnancies if that is what you’re eating, Madame Thropp.”

“There was an incident with our past child,” Melena said. “Milkweed lightens things, so maybe it’ll make our child fair.”

The Wizard’s curiosity was piqued. “What happened with your first?”

Melena didn’t speak. She only clapped her hands once and a maid came, carrying a child not more than a few months old, drinking milk from a bottle. What austounded the Wizard was the color. She was the exact same color as the Elixir he had given Melena during their tryst. Theoretically, the child could be his.

“I see,” he said. “How old is she?”

“Three months. Frex tried for another child as soon as she was born.” She looked over to her husband. “Frex, the Wizard seems to be such a good man, we should really give him a chance.”

Frex sighed. “If he wanted to be good he’d find a way of taking that freak off our hands.”

“My goal as Wizard is to make people happy,” The Wizard said. “If neither of you want her, I’ll take her. I’ll find her a home that wants her.” My home.

This caused the Governor to smile. “Please do.” He walked off. Melena looked up and dropped the formal pretense.

“Oscar, you’re not doing this for him, you’re doing it for you. Why is it?”

“I think she might be mine. She’s three months, add that to a pregnancy and you get a year, which is when you seduced me. How is your marriage now?”

“Terrible. I hate what Frex is doing. I know how dangerous Milkweed is. And I hate getting pregnant immediately after Elphaba.”

“She’ll have a good home, and I can get him to stop with the Milkweed.” He was getting romantic, but he had to give what people wanted, and Melena wanted a lover. “I’ll make things fine, if you can give up your daughter.”

“I will,” said Melena, handing the child over. "But always keep Elphaba safe."

The Wizard took her hand and kissed it. "You can take her back if I don't."