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Zelda took a deep breath and nervously adjusted the large bouquet in her grasp. She heard the first notes of a sweet melody, watching as two attendants scurried forward to open a pair of heavy doors. Those few notes were her signal to move. She ran through the instructions from last night’s rehearsal one more time, her hands tightening around delicate stems. Walk down the aisle, join the priestess at the altar, and exchange vows. It had sounded so simple last night, but no one had cared to inform her of the crushing dread pressing in from each side- advising her to run before it was too late. 

“Your Majesty,” one of the attendants urged, face almost pitiful as she gestured to the long aisle stretched out before her. 

Zelda nodded, not quite trusting her voice. It took all her willpower to take that first step; her first step towards a life-changing decision she neither asked for nor wanted. 

There was a unanimous rustle of cloth and groan of wooden benches as the congregation rose to their feet, hundreds of faces turning to look at her. They watched her in silence, faces unclear as Zelda gazed at them from under her veil. She couldn’t put a name to a single one, and yet, she had convinced herself that she was doing this for them. A room full of strangers. 

The music grated her ears. Long notes artfully strung together in what she supposed was meant to be a beautiful symphony. To her, it sounded closer to a funeral march than an ode to love. Perhaps she was simply too bitter to enjoy the music properly, but how could she feel anything besides resentment as she drew closer to handing her life over to those who had taken everything from her? 

Today was her wedding day, but never in her wildest dreams could she have seen herself being bound to a swordsman from Ordon. Even at a young age, Zelda had known she would eventually be married off without so much as a word in the matter, but it had never crossed her mind that it could be someone for whom she held so much hate. 

There he was now. Zelda caught a glimpse of him, the disdain she was feeling inside perfectly reflected in subtle notes of his expression. Neither wanted this, but it wasn’t for their own sake that they had agreed to such an abhorrent marriage. It was for their people. To finally bring an end to this bloody war. 

Zelda reminded herself of that over and over again, running it through her head like a mantra. She thought of it when she stopped at the foot of the alter, when she met the cold fierce eyes of her soon-to-be husband, and once more when she reluctantly took his hand. Even through her gloves, she could feel the rough callouses on his hand, and couldn’t help but wonder just how many Hylians had died by the blade that once laid in his grasp. 

Their eyes didn’t meet again as they turned to face the priestess, Zelda polity resting her hand on his forearm, albeit reluctantly. She chanced a glance over her shoulder, chillingly aware of the eyes watching her carefully. Their union was eagerly awaited by all, and not only because of how their story had been spun to be some sort of fairy tale. 

“ This meeting with the delegates of Ordon is vital for the sake of Hyrule .” 

That’s what she had been told. How she wished she could go back and run as far from the throne as she could. Despite being nearly two months since that fateful day, she found herself playing the events over in her mind’s eye. Every detail remained crystal clear, down to every guard that waited nervously at the doors, and the chill of her jewelry against her skin. She couldn’t stop as her mind wandered and played through those few moments once more. 

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“Relax,” a firm hand came to rest on her shoulder, squeezing gently until she forced the tension from her muscles. 

“How can I?” Zelda asked, her hands gripping the arms of her throne until her knuckles turned white. She turned to the woman standing on her right side, hoping to receive some wisdom from the elderly Sheikah. 

“Breath. Remember you’re meeting under mutual agreement. It’s an even playing field.” 

It was a logical analysis of the situation. Zelda allowed herself a deep breath. While it

 was true that Ordon had reached out first, these were still negotiations for peace. She had as much say in the matter as they did. “I can always rely on you, Impa, can’t I?” she grinned at her companion. For as long as Zelda could remember, Impa had been there as her teacher and parental figure, always present should she need council or a different view on a situation. She owed her everything, and she wouldn’t have been half the queen she was without her. 

“Remember to keep your emotions under control,” Impa added, her smile warm, “I know how you are feeling. I hold as much hatred for them as you do, but we must remember what is best for the people.” 

Zelda nodded solemnly, straightening in her seat as a pair of horns signaled the arrival of their guests. Whatever personal vendetta she had against the people of Ordon needed to be forgotten. It was her duty as queen to end this war for the sake of her citizens. 

“Bo Norron and the diplomatic party of Ordon.” 

The doors of the throne room swung open and a small band of travelers shuffled in. Zelda clenched her jaw, not able to stop the flurry of panic that bloomed when she laid eyes on their weapons and the unmistakable forest tones of their clothes. It wouldn’t have been accurate to say she lived in fear of the Ordanians, but there was a certain air of mystery about them that made her wary of their presence in her halls. 

“Greetings, Your Highness,” the man leading the group stooped into a bow once he reached the foot of the dais, both hands splayed out on his chest as was their custom. 

“Greetings,” Zelda responded politely, hoping her smile didn’t seem forced, “I have many hopes for this audience, Bo.” 

“As do I,” Bo replied, straightening up, “so as to not waste either of our time, perhaps I shall address it forthrightly. I hope we will be able to come to an accordance of peace. If you will allow it, might I propose an arrangement?” 

Zelda slid her eyes to Impa, only satisfied when she saw the subtle bob of her head. “You may,” she prompted. It was quite bold of him to march into her halls and offer something so quickly. It was clear they were growing too desperate to banter through negotiations. 

Bo cleared his throat and exchanged a small glance with one of the middle-aged swordsmen that accompanied him. “While we both strive for peace, I am sure you agree that trust will be near impossible to bestow on one another,” he let his words drift off, his jaw clenching. 

It took all of Zelda’s willpower not to scoff at his words. They were the ones who betrayed Hyrule’s trust, and then only came groveling to her doorstep when things began to look messy. She would have liked nothing more than to dismiss them without even batting an eye, but she also knew Hyrule wasn’t winning this fight. No matter how strong her army may be, it never seemed quite strong enough to beat the strange Ordanian warriors. This war had cost Hyrule more resources than Zelda would have liked; and as much as she hated to admit it- they too were in desperate need of peace. 

“We have come to a decision to offer a union that would greatly benefit the people of Hyrule and Ordon for generations to come.” Bo cleared his throat and met Zelda’s eyes hesitantly, “Seeing as Your Majesty has yet to wed, we are here to offer a treaty that has served this world for hundreds of years.” 

Zelda stared blankly, hoping she had heard him wrong. Surely he couldn’t possibly be suggesting what she thought he was. Yes, she was nearing her twenty-fourth birthday and was without a suitor, but that didn’t mean she was about to accept the first proposal that came her way. 

“You mean a treaty through marriage,” Impa confirmed, her voice too thoughtful to put Zelda’s mind at ease. 

She turned to the woman beside her, expression drawn. Impa didn’t spare her a glance, her red eyes cast downward and her brows knit. Zelda wanted to speak up, to dismiss this idea before it could continue. Surely there were other ways. A paper signed with her name, or a small piece of land given to the other as a gift. Marriage was a drastic solution to their problems.

“And who do you propose to take the Queen’s hand?” Impa asked. 

Zelda turned to Impa in horror, appalled that she would even entertain the idea. How could she of all people even consider allowing Ordon into Hyrule, let alone marry into royalty? She would have to watch as the next generation of the Hylian monarchy shared ancestry with traitors. Zelda’s blood ran cold at the thought. She would be expected to dine, converse, and live with one of them- even to produce an heir. She couldn’t stand by and allow even a glimmer of hope for such an arrangement to remain. 

“That would be Link Faron. He is highly honored among our people for his courage and skill with a sword. He would make a fine match for the queen,” Bo looked over his shoulder and gestured to one of his companions to step forward. 

Zelda sent a prayer to Hylia, hoping the disgust wasn’t evident on her face. The man behind Bo was truly…hideous, and that was a polite choice of words. Skilled swordsman or not, Zelda couldn’t find it in herself to hold his gaze for long. 

“Quit being shy and get up there,” one of the Ordanins hissed, shortly followed by a muttered flurry of curses. 

Someone was pushed to the front, a young man by the looks of it-  one with a much more charming face than the man before Zelda noted. 

“And here he is,” Bo beamed and slung an arm around the scowling man’s shoulders in a friendly fashion, “our very own pride and joy.” 

Zelda allowed herself a moment to inspect the man, her curiosity piqued when she noticed his long slender ears. He was a Hylian. Her mouth tasted bitter. And here he was, standing as an Ordanian- it was disgraceful. She could tell by the way they looked at him that he was their hero. He certainly looked the part. Muscles toned, eyes fierce, and gaze heavy. She felt that gaze on her now. Calculating and cold as he eyed her with the same mistrust she directed at him. 

“I believe a union by marriage would be a suitable means of peace.” 

Zelda wasn’t sure when she had even left her seat.  She turned to Impa, a mix of betrayal and shock on her face. “You agree?” she seethed, trying to keep her voice low. Impa had spoken just seconds after laying eyes on Link. How could she be so calm and collected as she practically agreed on the spot? 

“This arrangement would be mutually beneficial. You’re looking for a husband, and Link is as good as any other candidate.” Impa arched her brow, almost tempting Zelda to disagree. 

As much as she wanted to, Zelda knew that look. Impa had more than peace on her mind if she was agreeing to something so suddenly. Her mentor was fast on her feet and even faster when it came to finding an opportunity in any situation. Zelda may not have liked it, but that look and her deep-rooted thirst for revenge forced her to calmly take her seat once more. 

“We have an agreement then?” Bo asked, tone clearly surprised. The other Ordanians exchanged looks amongst each other, each expression as confused as the last. 

“I believe there are still many details to discuss, but on the behalf of Queen Zelda Nohansen III, I graciously accept your proposal.” Impa spoke without hesitation and bowed with her fist placed over her heart. 

There were murmurs from the Ordaninas, a few were even bold enough to step forward and place a hand on Link’s shoulder while whispering a few words of congratulation. It seemed quite odd to Zelda that they would feel the need to give him their good wishes. Did they not see his livid expression? His tensed muscles and sharp eyes watching Impa’s every move, like a beast ready to pounce? He made no attempt at trying to mask his anger- something Zelda envied him for. Perhaps the only thing she and this man would ever have in common was their distaste of a union made without a single word of acceptance from either.   

“I think it would be wise to continue this conversation after your party has had a moment to rest,” Impa suggested, her firm grasp back on Zelda’s shoulder, “I’m sure we can find some accommodations to your liking.” 

The Ordaninas bowed and expressed their gratitude. They didn’t say another word as a few guards hurried forward to point them in the direction of a side door that would lead into the palace. That was the last Zelda saw of him; just an angry face that sent her one last glare before being pushed through the doorway. 

It had happened too fast. In the span of a few minutes her entire future had been promised to a stranger. Zelda wasn’t sure what to feel. Anger? Fear? She couldn’t move from her seat, even when she heard Impa’s retreating footsteps, and found herself alone in the throne room. She wanted to believe that her guardian had perfectly sound reasoning for doing this to her, but that didn’t stop the betrayal she felt. It had been in those few moments that her life spiraled into a tangled mess of emotions and chaos as preparations for the wedding began. She hadn’t wanted any of this, only her firm reminder that this was for her people kept her going- that and the look in Impa’s eye that had promised her revenge.   

Each day Zelda was then rushed into some meeting to discuss what color the drapes would be, or what kinds of flowers would be used. None of it felt real. She didn’t want to help plan her own doom. It was only when she was brought into the seamstress and stuffed into an elegant white dress did her cruising inevitable future begin to seem like a reality. Impa had peeked into the room and nodded in approval, assuring her everything would be alright before hurrying to meet with Bo. Not once was Zelda allowed into one of their meetings, nor did she hear many of the details agreed upon. Impa would fill her in on the negotiations over their evening meal, sharing her insight and reasoning on the decisions made. All Zelda could do was nod along and accept the part she was to play. It  left her frustrated and confused, laden with the responsibilities that came with such a prestigious event. 

As weeks passed, Zelda almost became used to seeing the occasional Ordanin in her halls while she traveled from meeting to meeting; but not once did she meet Link again. Perhaps it had been his intent to avoid her, not that she could truly blame him. She preferred that he’d keep his distance. Unfortunately, they weren’t able to avoid each other forever.

It had only felt like a few miserable and chaotic days rather than two months. And here they were, seeing each other once again as they stood together at the alter of their wedding ceremony. 

Zelda couldn’t concentrate on the priestess’ words as she tried to forget how many pairs of eyes were on her. Of course, she wasn’t new to the scrutiny of the public, but today certainly felt different. As though she was living a bluff. 

Zelda slid her eyes to glance at Link. She would have been lying if she said she wasn’t curious about him. He was handsome, certainly; a fine jaw, soft golden hair, and his eyes, which had captivated her since their first meeting. Every inch of him looked the part of a seasoned warrior. She clenched her jaw and glued her eyes to the floor, reminding herself once again of the eyes watching. The people had been led to believe their union was to be made out of love, that the two had met and had fallen for each other despite their differences in upbringing. It was a pathetic story, really, but Impa had promised it would make the transition easier for the citizens if they believed they were witnessing some kind of fairy tale. 

“Do you, Zelda Nohansen III, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?” 

The room went silent, the air seeming to press heavily against Zelda’s lungs. She knew exactly what she needed to say, Hylia, she’d even practiced it the night before. The words stuck in her throat. She glanced at the man beside her, the feel of his sturdy arm under her own. This was her fate, and denying it any longer was only a fool-hearted dream. 

“I do.” 

“To have and to hold him from this day forward?” 

Zelda had always admired these vows- imagining herself saying these exact words to the man with whom she would share her crown. A promise to care for and protect one another. And now- these words were wasted on a stranger. Nothing more than an empty promise. 

“I do.” 

“For better and for worse. In sickness and in health?” 

Zelda was tempted to utter a firm ‘no’, to storm away. She knew, should illness take her or hardships weigh her life, no sympathy would be gained from Link. All she was promising was more lies. 

  “I do.” 

“Till death shall you part?” 

 And here was the end. A promise made under the power of the goddesses, which could only be cleaved should they choose to take a soul from the mortal world. It was with these words she truly handed over her life to the enemy of her people. 

“I do.” It was just a few simple words, and yet it left Zelda feeling like her lungs might collapse. No one seemed to notice the pain she was in. The priestess continued on with the ceremony, turning to Link to ask him the same vows. 

When he finally spoke Zelda found herself surprised. She wasn’t sure what she expected. His voice was soft and rich, but his tone was icy, stealing away any appeal she might’ve held. After each vow, Zelda noticed the way he hesitated, much like she had. He always glanced to his right towards a small group of Ordanins in the front row- his family perhaps. Each time he would clench his jaw and swing his eyes frontwards again before offering a quiet ‘I do’. 

A few simple words that left no trace yet bound them for eternity. The priestess smiled at them as she would to any young couple, pale hands holding up a thin golden rope. With painstaking precision she began to wrap their now intertwined hands, sprouting a beautiful speech on how the golden string symbolizes the bond created by the goddesses and the life that springs forth. The way she carefully wove the string into a beautiful knot was a work of art. Though it may have been a thing of beauty, Zelda couldn’t help but feel that ‘shackle’ was the most accurate term for description. 

“And unto you, I bestow these crowns. As a symbol of your unity and the strength of the kingdom, you shall build, not only on these golden lands but in your own home as well.” The priestess beckoned forward an acolyte who carried two crowns on a velvet cushion. She picked up one of the pieces of woven metal and gems, holding it high and uttering a few words of blessing before resting it on Zelda’s head. She repeated this once more with a matching circlet, nesting the cool metal in Link’s hair. Not only were they bound in marriage, but also as Queen and Prince Consort. Did no one else really see how dangerous it was to allow Ordon access to their monarchy? He may not have any direct authority but the title was all he needed to worm his way into the right social circles. Zelda dug her teeth into her bottom lip. She needed to remind herself of Impa’s reassuring words. Her guardian knew what she was doing- her only job, for the time being, was to play along. 

There was an excited murmur as the priestess gestured for them to turn to each other, their hands resting on top of one another. Zelda found herself uneasy to be facing directly towards him. He still wouldn’t look her in the eyes, his darting between their hands, her elbow, and even the stone step on which they stood. It bothered her. Did he not even have enough decency to look her in the eye as an equal? 

“Take these rings as a symbol of your everlasting love,” the priestess continued, holding out a flat palm on which two delicate woven bands of silver lay. 

Zelda sucked in a deep breath before reaching to grab the larger of the two. She kept her lips pressed together as she slid it on the fourth finger of his left hand, taking care to avoid the golden string that still bound them. It was as simple as that. Once she was done, Link took the other ring and placed it on her finger- his touch never lingering longer than needed. Two simple bands of metal that meant so much, and yet nothing at all. 

“It is with great honor that I present to you Queen Zelda and Prince Link Nohansen of Hyrule.” The priestess raised her hands to signal the congregation to stand, her smile brilliant. “You may now seal your vows with a kiss.” 

Zelda’s heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. Before she could so much as say a word she felt her veil being pulled back. She couldn’t hide behind the fabric any longer, and it left her feeling exposed. It was only when her face was in the light that Link finally looked at her, but still, no emotion flickered across his features. 

The room was still silent, a collective breath of air held as all watched the young couple and wondered what had happened to the fairy tale they had been told. Zelda cast a nervous glance at the crowd, then gritted her teeth. She turned back to Link, their eyes nearly level. It was all an act, she reminded herself as she reached out an unsteady hand and wrapped it around his neck, pulling him closer in one fluid movement. 

It was a short and stiff kiss, both waiting only a few seconds before pulling away, their expressions similar masks of disgust. Zelda frowned, her hand still on his neck. She hadn’t known what to expect. He had warm soft lips, and yet it still felt like kissing a brick wall. 

Immediately the musicians began a joyful melody and the crowd chimed in; some singing and others clapping. The noise was painful to Zelda’s ears. She still could only stand there, staring with a slackened expression. Link at least had the wherewithal to gently remove her hand from him, not noting her awkward behavior as he turned them towards the crowd with a polite smile on his face. She hated to admit how much their ‘kiss’ had caught her off guard, or the weight of disappointment on her chest. 

Zelda allowed herself to be led down the stone steps and aisle, her mind too numb to remember much of anything. The two went out to the atrium, where a flood of noble Hylains and Ordanin guests surged to greet them. She played her part flawlessly without much thought, a perfect smile on her face as she thanked the guest for their presence and well wishes. Many kind words were spoken to both of them, and yet Zelda was never able to recall a single one after that day. 

There was a never-ending stream of guests, Hylian and Ordanins alike. They offered a few words to the couple before filing towards a large ballroom where the reception would be held, content as long as they had good food and music. After what seemed like ages the flow began to wane. 

 “What a lovely ceremony,” one elderly lady told them, wiping a few stray tears, “you have no idea what this marriage means to me. Finally, we can have peace.” She stretched out a bony hand and placed it on their bound grasp, her smile soft and hopeful. “Oh but I am just an old woman blundering on,” she chuckled and pointed to the doorway which led to the banquet hall, “I can’t keep you from the other guests. Congratulations to you two. We expect many great things to come from this.” 

She hobbled off then, leaving Link and Zelda in awkward silence. They could hear the chatter of the guests from the hall and the hum of music as the quartet began to play. Neither made a move to break that silence. Link shifted his weight and tugged absentmindedly at the string on his left wrist, eyes shifting around the room. 

Zelda cleared her throat, “Shall we?” she asked, gesturing to the banquet hall. 

Link nodded and set his arm under hers before leading her towards the door. Applause greeted them as soon as they entered. Both smiled and waved politely, following the petal-lined path that led to a long banquet table where a few prominent Hylians and Ordanins sat. There was polite applause as those nearby murmured more well wishes, the new royal couple still smiling, their stiff arms knocking against each other. Their small trek seemed to take ages in Zelda’s mind, the ever-present weight of eyes on their backs. She only felt a moment of comfort when they took their seats and the guests returned to their private conversations, paying no more attention to the newlyweds. 

It didn’t take long for food to be placed in front of them. Steaming steaks and savory rolls piled high on silver plates. It smelled tantalizing even though Zelda had tested them all only a week prior. It was some of the best cooking Hyrule could provide, and yet, it tasted bitter on the tongue. Perhaps it was the poor company that had stolen away Zelda’s appetite.  

Link still hadn’t said a proper word to her, not that she had expected or wanted him to. Before they ate he had discreetly slipped his hand from hers, the golden rope left hanging limply around her arm. Zelda had to scoff at the gesture. While it was usually custom for the bride and groom to remain bound for the evening, she found it ironic how brittle their bond truly was. 

The entirety of the meal was held in silence. Once or twice Zelda had heard Link exchange a few words with a middle-aged Ordianin who she supposed was his father. He seemed like a polite person but she couldn’t bring herself to engage in a conversation. Of course, Impa was seated beside her, but the sheikha kept silent. She’d known Zelda long enough to know when the woman wished to be left alone. It was probably for the best Zelda remain silent. Her thoughts were too sour to form any tasteful words. 

 It wasn’t long before her barely touched dinner was replaced with a delicately decorated slice of cake. This too was a culinary masterpiece, but it was barely touched by the young couple. Zelda had noticed Link’s apparent lack of appetite quite quickly. He pushed around his food with his fork, face sullen and mouth pulled in a frown. Even now with the tempting dessert in front of him, his soured expression didn’t change. 

This just wouldn’t do. 

Zelda pushed away her cake, rose from her seat, and held out her hand to him. Her head was aching, her feet hurting in pinched shoes, and her body exhausted from clenched muscles. All she wanted was to retire for the evening, but duty called once again. 

“Might I suggest we get through this as quickly as possible,” she murmured, quietly enough to avoid unwanted listeners. 

She knew he heard her. A shadow had flickered over his face which proved his ignorance to be feigned. 

Zelda placed a hand on his shoulder, gripping harder than was necessary as she leaned in next to his ear. “It would be ill-advised to ignore me. Whether you like it or not, we are in fact married, and for the sake of this treaty it would be best if you swallow your pride for one dance,” she hissed silently. 

Her patience for him was quickly waning. Did he think this was some sort of joke? Every single second pained her, but here she was, at least trying to keep the appearance of a couple on good terms. 

The man next to them shot a questioning glance, which Link blatantly ignored. He clenched his jaw but took her hand nonetheless. 

“I suppose there is a customary dance still left, isn’t there?” 

Zelda nodded as she led him towards a cleared area, fabric rustling as the attention was once again focused on them. She didn’t even need to alert the quartet before they began to play again, each beat of their song painfully familiar. Zelda had been forced to practice for weeks in preparation for this. Part of her almost wished Link would miss a step as he placed his hand on her waist, or fumble as he pulled her into the dance, but his steps were as seamless as her own. 

“You could at least try and look happy,” Zelda suggested under her breath, hating how effortlessly he pushed her into a spin. 

Within seconds Link had a smile on his face, “Better?” he asked, the question dripping in sarcasm. 

Zelda bit back a reply as she found her way back in his arms. It was too perfect, actually. No matter what Link or his people claimed, it was obvious that he was much more than just a decorated swordsman. The way he lied and twisted his emotions on command was not a skill they taught in the army. 

“So tell me,” she tried, his eyes narrowing when she pressed closer, “why exactly did you agree to this, Link?” 

He gave her a charming smile, “Why, for the exact same reason as yourself, Your Highness.” 

Zelda figured his answer was honest. Certainly, the arrangement had been made under the pretense of peace, but there was so much more lurking in the shadows. Zelda herself had ulterior reasons for agreeing, and she was sure he did as well. This was no peace treaty, and there would be no happy marriage, it was now a game of shadows and deception. No more blood would be shed for the time being, but that didn’t mean there weren’t knives hidden in the dark, ready to strike out at a moment’s notice. 

They finished the rest of the dance in silence, applause erupting as soon as the last note left the air. The couple smiled and waved to the onlookers, thanking them once more as those nearest applauded them for their skill. 

“Shall we retire for the evening?” Link asked when the guests began to swarm them. His voice was sweet, and his expression could even have been considered loving; but Zelda knew his real motives. They were the same as hers. Nobles pestering them about their fairy tale wedding was the last thing either wanted. 

“Yes,” she purred in response, “that sounds lovely.” 

Those nearby who heard smiled to one another and whispered as they backed away, muttering about their own wedding night and the energy of youth. Again, they were simply spewing more lies. Even though, yes, Zelda certainly had to admit Link was conventionally attractive both in face and body- she wouldn’t trust him to be within three feet of her without the presence of a guard. 

“Shall we then?” she asked, treading on his foot as she led him back towards the door. 

Link winced but his fake smile didn’t leave his face until they passed through the threshold of the hall. He was an entirely different person- though Zelda was sure her expression change was similar. It suddenly felt cold in that hallway. As soon as they were out of sight Link took his arm from hers and put a small distance between them; not that Zelda minded. She couldn’t stop herself from glancing sidelong at him from the corner of her eye as she led the way, half expecting him to pull a dagger. 

He noticed her shifty eyes and sighed. “I’m not going to kill you if that’s what you’re worried about,” he pointed out bluntly. 

Zelda gritted her teeth at being called out, “Of course you wouldn’t. Even you aren’t incompetent enough to murder the queen on her wedding night in her own halls.” She was still wary though. 

Link gave a short chuckle, but it sounded far from amused, “You would be of no use dead,” Zelda tried to brush aside his comment, her hands tugging at her heavy skirt as she quickened her pace. “Not yet anyway.” 

He let the threat hang in the air. So was that their final goal? Send her to her grave like they had done to her family so many years ago? Zelda clenched her hands into fists, tempted to lash out at him in this very hall. 

“This is your room,” she told him, pointing to a door. 

Link stopped next to her in the hall, his expression hard to read. The sounds of the party were gone now, they had traveled too far to even hear a bit of muffled music. Maybe they had even traveled far enough to no longer hear a scream for help. Zelda watched him evenly, refusing to let even a shred of her fear show through. 

“It would be wise to remember that you are in my kingdom and you follow my rules,” she told him cooly, “trust me when I tell you this; there will be eyes watching your every move, and I will not hesitate to terminate this agreement should you step out of line.” 

This marriage was important to Hyrule, but it was equally important to Ordon. She knew Link was smart enough to not put their plans in jeopardy. 

“Of course, Your Highness,” he rescinded, not even an ounce of sincerity in his voice. 

He turned on his heel and disappeared behind the door of his bedroom without even a simple ‘good night’. Zelda was half tempted to pound on the door until he opened it back up, but decided against it. She wasn’t childish like that. If he wanted to be rude, so be it. 

Zelda took a deep and irritated breath before pushing open her own bedroom door directly next to his. Unfortunately, she had been forced to move into one of the conjoined royal bedchambers, but she would gladly take this over sharing a room with such a grump like him any day. Her room was still comfortable, with a large bed and plush furniture, though it held no sense of warmth or familiarity. Zelda didn’t waste even a second before rushing to the door that now connected her room to his and sliding a lock shut. He may have promised her safety for now but it would take a miracle for her to ever trust him enough to open that door. 

It was with a heavy heart that Zelda collapsed onto her bed, mind and body aching. It still felt unreal. Her life would now be nearly unrecognizable with these extra responsibilities ladled on. She was still the queen of her people, but Link would now be at her side. To the public, they would remain a merry pair, but the reality of the situation was much worse. Zelda sighed and let her eyes drift shut. He certainly had his own motives, just like she did. He would be watching her every move carefully, all the while she watched his. It was a game of cat and mouse now, and she was determined to win. 

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Zelda woke in a rush in panic. Not the kind that jolted her violently from her sheets or left her with a cool sheen of sweat, but rather the constant worry in the back of her mind that something was terribly wrong. She had spent a restless night, tossing and turning while peeking through her eyelids, fearful that she might wake to find herself surrounded or in some strange dungeon. It was a rather irrational fear, but it had plagued her nonetheless. 

 She sat up and rubbed her tired eyes, taking a few glances at the bolted door on the opposite wall. It would have been foolish for the Ordanins to try anything while guests in Hyrule, but that certainly wouldn’t stop Zelda from worrying. 

She quickly crossed the room, using the faint sunlight as a guide. Her clothes were already draped on her privacy screen, pressed and ready to be put on. She slipped into them as quickly as she could, eyes rarely leaving the small door. It was locked and nothing bugged, but just knowing who was on the other side was enough to set her nerves on edge. 

Was Link even up at this hour? Zelda pulled her hair into a loose braid, dismissing the thought before it took root. It wasn’t really her concern whether he had risen or if he wished to eat breakfast. Quite frankly, the less they saw of each other, the better. 

Zelda slipped into a soft pair of shoes and quickly exited the room. She didn’t think she could ever get used to waking in such a cold and uninviting room. It held all her personal belongings that she’d had since girlhood, but those walls still felt suffocating, like a prison. She wasn’t one to be bothered easily, but after the strenuous few months of wedding planning and damage control for a war they couldn’t afford - she had been exhausted. With time she was sure she’d get used to her new companion and his eerily close presence. Until then, she was bound to suffer in the pain of her own making.

Zelda made her way through the winding halls towards where she knew the dining room to be. She found relief in the silent halls after a night of plaguing thoughts, relentless and piercing. This small moment of peace wasn’t bound to last. Even while under the pretense of a newlywed bride, the aristocrat staying in the palace wouldn’t throw away a chance to try and win her favor. Her head ached at the thought. 

“Good morning, my queen,” Impa’s soft voice sliced through the silence as she stepped from the shadows where she’d been waiting. 

“Impa,” Zelda replied with a polite nod of her head. 

Impa easily fell into step next to her. She fiddled momentarily with the device on her wrist before bringing her attention back to Zelda. 

“Did you have a restful night?” She asked,  her small smile hinting she already knew elsewise. 

“How could I have?” Zelda replied evenly, “there was simply  a dangerous traitor sleeping on the other side of the room.” 

Impa stopped in her tracks and held out an arm, forcing Zelda to do the same. Her lips pulled into a frown, “Zelda,” her tone was similar to the one she used to scold the young princess with, “I do understand your resentment, but I really do implore you to at least act civilized towards him.” 

There wasn’t even a flicker of amusement on Zelda’s face as she stubbornly glowered at her mentor. She knew what her job was and what it entailed, but did that also mean she would have to hold her tongue even around her confidant? 

“Of course I will,” she assured with little enthusiasm, “I know what’s at stake. I’m not about to risk everything over a few foolhardy feelings.” Impa knew this better than anyone.

The woman nodded, seemingly content with her answer. “You’ll have a chance to show me in just a moment.” 

“Pardon?” Zelda questioned, glancing around, half expecting Link to jump from the shadows. “Is he awake?” 

Impa made a small noise in agreement, “He has been for quite some time now.” She glanced again at the small device on her wrist, “It appears that he’s still in the dining room as we speak.” 

Of course Impa would have her eyes on Link at all times, keeping a close watch on his movements and activities. Zelda glanced at the silver screen on the elder woman’s wrist, its face blank. The guards of Hyrule used a complex system of technology far beyond her own understanding, but it kept them safe and gave them a quick reaction to any potential threat. Link really didn’t pose much of a danger here, not with the eyes of the Sheikah boring into his back. So why did she still feel so uncertain? 

“You’ll be completely safe,” Impa assured, almost as if she could read the mind of her monarch, “there are guards with him- he wouldn't dare lay a finger on you. And even if he did, you’re not completely incompetent, now are you?” 

There was a smirk on her face and her small joke did ease the dark storm that had clouded Zelda’s thoughts. It was true that she’d been taught enough self-defense to hold her own, and she wielded the magic passed down in the royal family. But it would hardly be enough to best a seasoned warrior. And her magic, while useful, left her drained even when used in small amounts, not to mention he certainly was a wielder of the mysterious Ordonian sorcery- something Hyrule knew dangerously little about. 

“It is still better to air on the side of caution.” 

It would be naive to allow him any sort of doubt. He was no more a simple soldier than she was a farmer.

“Don’t let your own caution prevent you from asking the hard questions,” Impa added, her voice lowering as they neared the dining room door. “He holds the key to everything.” 

Zelda nodded solemnly. 

“And please remind him that we have a meeting arranged at noon in the western library,” Impa placed a reassuring hand on her arm, “it might be a good topic to ease your way into a conversation.” 

Zelda nodded again and felt Impa leave her side. Her mentor no doubt had other things to attend to, leaving Zelda to go about her task in whatever way she pleased. Zelda pushed open the door and stepped into the dining room, mind set and face pulled into a relaxed smile. Her eyes immediately locked on the figure hunched at the table- Link’s golden hair more tousled than it had been the night before. She closed the distance between them, choosing to ignore his icy stare. 

“Sleep well?” she asked, trying to set a casual tone. 

He watched her with an unamused expression, eyes glossed over and dark circles hanging heavily under his eyes. He looked terrible. His demeanor was haggard and he kept warily glancing at the armed guards who stood a few paces away with their hands on their swords. 

“Best sleep of my life.” though he said it without a tone of sarcasm, Zelda knew he was clearly lying.  

“I should hope that the accommodations were to your liking,”  Zelda went on, taking her
seat and pulling a plate of crumpets towards her. 

Link glowered, eyes shifting to stare distastefully at the guards, “They were sufficient,” he muttered in response. 

He didn’t say anything else. Instead, he stuffed the rest of his toast into his mouth to diffuse any sort of conversation attempts. Zelda frowned and took a small bite of her breakfast, trying to think of some sort of conversation starter. Her plan was to ease him into a conversation, then perhaps they could get past their hesitance and form a comfortable relationship, one where she had his trust, or at the very least his respect. Though that was certainly asking for much.  

“I am also supposed to tell you that we are to meet in the western library at Midday.” 

This caught his attention, “Oh? What for?” 

“I believe we will arrange for our travels to Ordon.” 

Link crossed his arms and frowned, “Ah yes, of course. In three months isn’t it.” his frown deepened, “three full months,” he muttered under his breath, another poisonous glare thrown towards the guards. His face fell into one of deep thought as he stared down at his plate, as if Zelda had simply disappeared from the room. 

  It had only been a day and already Zelda was beginning to see a pattern in his ways. He could be as charming as a fox when he wanted to- effortlessly portraying a character that could easily steal the heart of any princess. But now? When he was alone with her and those, like the guards, who knew what their marriage really was? He was a quiet man, as cold and reserved as stone. A worthy adversary indeed. 

“Perhaps I’ll even see you there beforehand. I might even be able to give you a private tour before the others arrive. Or have a civil private chat.” Immediately he looked at her with suspicion in his eyes, wary of her every word. Zelda spread some jam on her crumpet, “Don’t give me that look,” she teased lightheartedly, taking a bite of the bread, “you are my husband after all, and I should like to get to know you.” She threw in a sly smile and a bat of her lashes, a look that brought most men to their knees in an instant. It frustrated her only slightly when he reciprocated her advances with a balk stare. It was no secret to anyone that the Royal family was known for their looks, Zelda being one of many to be blessed with a charming face and elegant figure. She didn’t suspect Link to be one to cave to at the feet of a beautiful woman, but it wasn’t going to stop her from trying. He had chosen to play defense- closing himself off from her and keeping to himself. She had the advantage for three months, and she intended to use it wisely. Through trial and Error. One thing was certain- she was going to break him.  

“I shall keep the invitation open, whether you choose to accept is up to you.” Three months. It wasn’t an incredible amount of time.

Zelda frowned silently in displeasure at her breakfast and set it down on the plate, dusting a few stray crumbs from her fingers. There was nothing wrong with the food, but it would be better to leave while she had the last word. 

Her chair scraped against the floor as she turned to leave, throwing one last pleasant smile in Link’s direction. She left, feeling a mixture of triumph and frustration. She would need to work long and hard at his walls if she wanted to get anywhere. Try as she might, other feelings of anger and hatred kept rising to the surface- telling her it was all futile and she shouldn't waste her time; that a blade would solve her problems much faster than honeyed words. 

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 Zelda spent her time idly. She kept to herself so as to not run into any guests of the palace who would shower her with congratulations and pester her with questions about her new husband. The reminder of their meeting hung constantly at the back of her mind. Not that she was nervous for it, more that she wholeheartedly dreaded the calm and sweet facade she’d have to display. Zelda had barely dealt with the few citizens from Ordon who had made the travel for the wedding. They seemed to be simple and warmhearted farmers, no air of deception or ill will around them. It was a clever disguise; one Zelda didn’t buy for a minute. 

They were no doubt like Link. Seemingly innocent from afar but dangerous and unpredictable when within your own walls. 

There was also the matter of her new husband that kept bothering her. She could never quite tell what he was thinking or feeling- besides the perpetual anger that seeped into his features when they were alone. Impa was right of course, they could afford the time it would take to earn his trust or even get him to lower his walls. Zelda had pushed all thoughts of him from her mind as she went about her reading in the comfort of a small sunlit nook. Even if it was an act she would need to make it a believable act- she would spend countless hours wasted at his side- those hours stretching into years, filled with worry and the need to constantly look over her shoulder. 

Zelda shut her book with a snap, mind too scattered to read it properly. This was why she’d rather not think about her future. It seemed dreary at best, with only the prospect of revenge to harden her resolve. 

She glanced at the large grandfather clock in the corner, shoulders drooping when she noticed the hand slowly approaching the twelfth mark. It was time she headed for the western library. With a sigh, she rose from her seat and set aside her book. Zelda ran a hand over her skirts and left the safety of her sunlit corner, making her way to the west library.  She didn’t meet anyone on the way- either Sheikah or Ordanian. The hallways were peaceful and the doors to the library completely unguarded. She was the first one there then. She knew there would have been a few guards outside the door should Link have taken her offer. A part of her was glad he actually had ignored her request. 

Zelda allowed herself in, content to find a book to idle her time away with while she waited. She didn’t expect to be waiting long- Impa was always a punctual person who liked to keep on a strict schedule. The library was cozy with warm sunlight spilling over plush couches, emitting a warm aura as Zelda wandered over to the tales of fantasy and adventure. 

She ran a finger along their spines and hummed in thought as she inspected their titles, many of which she’d already read. She stopped on one with an interesting title, its binding worn from time. It slid easily from its spot on the shelf and into her hands. Zelda smirked at the irony of the title. She was familiar with the story continued in these pages, having heard it many times as a child- though it had never been a favorite. 

“It’s quite amusing isn’t it?” 

The voice was soft, tone gentle, but the proximity alarming. Zelda saw a hand move to the bookcase, and felt someone's breath play along her shoulder. “The book, I mean,” the voice went on, a man who she regretfully recognized. 

Zelda turned, gripping the object of his amusement almost protectively. She hadn’t heard Link enter. He had even managed to sneak up on her, now dangerously close for comfort. He was leaning casually against the shelf, posture relaxed as he gloated over her. 

“Are you alright?” he asked, smiling, “you almost seem as if you're…looking for someone.” 

He’d seen her eyes sweep the room and was mocking her for it. There wasn’t a guard in sight. Not here and she doubted in front of the doors. He’d somehow managed to give them the slip, and teased her gleefully about it. How he had managed to escape them was beyond her, but it was extremely troubling. There were numerous reasons why Link was kept under close watch and not allowed to wander on his own- one particular reason being to make sure he wasn't alone with the Queen. 

“Why would I be,” Zelda replied evenly, returning his smile. 

This was far from ideal. He was blocking any movement from her, though he looked to be casually leaning against the bookshelf. It was a dangerous predicament, though Zelda really doubted he’d be so stupid as to try to harm her. He was playing another game. They still needed this marriage intact, that much she knew, but for how much longer? The question was always a ghost of a whisper in the back of her mind. 

“Beats me,” he replied with a shrug, casually taking the book from her hands. “The Fight Against Destiny, a story about a princess and a duke from a foreign land falling in love, isn’t it? Forbidden romances and all that?” 

Zelda nodded, her finger inching along the hem of her bodice where she felt the cold metal of a blade, hidden from sight. 

“I think your confidant might have taken a bit of inspiration from this children's tale,” he went on, cracking the book open to a random page. 

 He went silent for a moment, eyes scanning the pages in mock amusement. Zelda tried to look for a way out, or even a way to casually put some distance between them. His close proximity was beginning to wear at her nerves. She could feel his hand resting against the bookshelf behind her,  inches away from her. All it would take was a quick movement and his fingers could be around her neck. Again, she had to remind herself how fruitless it would be of him, but just to be cautious, she looked him over in hopes to spot any concealed weapons. There were no odd bumps or flashes of metal, however, she finally noticed Link’s incredibly disheveled state. 

His shirt was torn and tattered in some places and speckled with dirt in others. His hair was considerably more tousled than it was that morning at breakfast and even had a few stray brambles and leaves stuck in it. Zelda glanced at his boots. They were covered in dirt and bits of gravel. 

“Why are you here?” 

Link looked up from the book, “Were you not the one who invited me here? For a private tour, wasn’t it?” He flashed another smile, though it seemed less confident the closer she got to it. 

“I suppose I was,” Zelda responded without much thought. An idea was beginning to form the longer she stared at his usually charming smile. She was going out on a limb here, down what could be a completely idiotic path, with only the promise of her safety for the time being to egg her on. She studied his face again. Right now her main concern was to gain the upper hand. She needed something to distract him with, or to throw him off balance to earn enough time to put distance between them. Impa’s voice rang in her ears from lessons over the years- what was something a quiet and reserved person like him might hate? An idea stuck.  Her eyes swept over him again- over his tattered clothes and smirking face, until they landed on a small streak of crimson on his jaw. 

“What happened to you?” she grabbed his collar and yanked on it none too gently, “you're bleeding.” 

He was in fact bleeding. It was only a small scrape right in front of his ear that had barely broken skin- but that didn't stop her from grabbing his face to examine it. Her fingers brushed lightly over the irritated skin, gentle as she slowly brought her thumb along his jaw. They were innocent touches, really. Perhaps they would have been better suited belonging to a lover or close friend- but they were married, weren’t they? 

She felt a rush of pride as his hand slipped from the bookshelf and he stumbled forward in surprise, mouth gaping in protest as she pulled him closer. His face was heating up under her palm, out of anger or embarrassment she couldn't tell. It didn’t take long for him to pull himself from her grasp and take a few hurried steps back as he tugged some hair over the scrape, his expression flustered and angry while leaving Zelda gleeful as she rested more comfortably against the shelves. 

It seemed she was right. Like most reserved folk, Link was positively squeamish in close proximity or from the intimacy of gentle touches from near strangers.

“I got lost in the gardens,” Link hurried to say, “must have cut myself on a thorn.” He cleared his throat and gestured to the book he was still holding, “I don't particularly care for fantasies and romances like these- so if that tour of the library still stands…” he trailed off. 

So he did want a tour of the library, Zelda noted. Which meant he was looking for something- something he didn’t believe he could find on his own. 

“And what might you be looking for?” she asked bluntly, taking a step closer just to see him shrink back ever so slightly.  

“Nothing in particular. Though I’m sure I will be able to find something to my liking in your vast collection.” 

He tried to make it sound like he was simply being polite and accepting her invitation. Zelda knew better. It may have been from his flustered state, but his words were fast enough to evoke a sense of urgency. He was waiting for her to point out the unique order of the library so that he could find what he was looking for. It might not be the wisest to play into his plan, but Zelda felt confident she would be able to catch onto whatever he might find. All worry about any attempted murders completely vanished- at least for the time being. 

“It would be much easier if I knew what kind of things you liked,” Zleda urged, slowly moving closer. Link stood his ground this time, though she noticed the way he watched her warily. “Art?” she was getting ever so near, “Science?” he was nearly within arms reach. Now he was the one wary of her closeness, “History? Mag-” 

Her words were cut short by the library door nearly being knocked off its hinges. Both turned to look at the noise, only to see Impa round the corner with a couple of guards in tow. The Sheikah looked ready to kill. Her eyes were dark,  face flushed, and hand already on her weapon. 

“Impa” Zelda greeted through gritted teeth. Now was one of the few times she really wished her elder hadn’t interrupted. 

The woman straightened her back and bowed in greeting, “You Highness.” her greeting sounded forced. She waved her hand and the guards quickly scampered to the door, shooting their commander a wary gaze. It was clear to everyone in the room that Impa was upset- her heated gaze directly aimed at Link. Her jaw was clenched and a vein pulsed on her forehead. She clearly wasn’t happy that Link had shaken his guards. 

“Is everything alright in here?” 

“Quite,” Zelda replied hurriedly, trying not to sound agitated. It was only moments before she would have given anything for Impa to come barging in. 

“Good.” Impa slicked back a stray hair, “the representatives from Ordon are nearly here. After our meeting,” she shot another seething look to Link, “we have a few things that need to be discussed in private.”  

Impa ran a hand over her uniform to smooth the scarce wrinkles that had formed during her frenzy, eyes glued on Link as she stepped back into a shrouded corner. And not a moment too soon. The shifting of the guards spears could be heard, announcing the arrival of the others. Zelda backed away from Link as a couple Ordanins entered the library, heart sinking at the lost prospect of making Link squirm until he slipped up. She found herself a bit timid over her previous antics now that acquaintances of Link’s were here. There were only two of them- Mayer Bo and the elderly elderly swordsman who was always by his side. Zelda wasn’t sure of the nature of their relationship, but she’d seen this swordman at the wedding and he’d seemed to be quite close with Link. 

“Your Highness,” Mayor Bo greeted, stooping low in a bow before smiling warmly at Link who was still standing awkwardly in the center of the room. 

“Shall we?” Mayor Bo gestured to a few armchairs not far away, “ we shall only take a moment of your time, Your Highness.” 

Zelda nodded her head politely and followed the man, checking briefly over her shoulder for Impa’s comforting presence. She could still see the scowl etched across the woman’s features, and her hand was wrapped tightly around her weapon. Link, on the other hand, seemed completely lost, dazed even, as the conversation moved deeper into the library. He only moved when the swordsman who accompanied the mayor placed a guiding hand on his shoulder and whispered a few words which Zelda couldn’t quite catch.  

“We only need to discuss a few details,” Bo went on as Zelda found a seat, folding her hands neatly in her lap. “Such as your preferred means of transport or where the proceedings will take place.” 

“Of course,” Zelda replied solemnly. She channeled her “Queenly” mannerisms, any interactions, past or future, with Link forgotten for the moment. He was an interesting case- stubborn and deadly. But this entire meeting was simply another reminder that she had plenty of time to crack that case, should she put in the effort. 

“As previously discussed, the two of you will live in both Hyrule and Ordon for three month periods so as to fully fulfill this new treaty. Of course Hylian soldiers will still not be allowed beyond our borders as stated in our agreement.” 

That had been a part of the treaty, not that any of it sat well with Zelda. She would be completely alone during her little escapade in Ordon. No soldiers, no Impa, and no protection besides that which she provided for herself. She felt pity for Link in that moment. After all, he was bound to experience the same fear and loneliness she would. It may be cruel, but it was necessary. 

“I believe an escort was to be provided to the border, then it shall be the Ordanins who will provide transport.”

“Naturally, naturally,” Mayor Bo agreed, “It will be a simple procession of us. After all, Ordon is hardly dangerous and the travel won't be long. Is that arrangement to your liking?” 

“As long as the Queen is returned to us safely, all is well.” It was Impa who responded this time. 

“You have my word.” 

Bo and Impa exchanged an understanding nod. Of coarse No harm would come to either while they were staying in the other country. Any harm would certainly mean the start of a war and that was exactly what they were trying to prevent. Though, the Hylians still had yet to discover the reasoning behind suggesting this agreement, and so the time when they might strike or harm Zelda was unknown to them. 

“I will send a letter a week before to arrange for any last minute changes. If you have nothing else to add we shall be on our way. It is our hope to return home before nightfall.” Mayor Bo bowed low to Zelda and lowered his head towards Impa, the man beside him following suite. 

Mayor Bo turned to leave and Zelda rose to show him out, as was polite. Impa was close on her heel as they headed for the door, but the swordsman who accompanied Bo quickly pulled Link aside before he could join them. It was strange and immediately caught Zelda’s eye. He tugged him to the privacy of a nook between the bookshelves and they would soon be completely out of sight. 

Curiosity sparked deep within Zelda’s mind, “I really must first show you our rich collection of Ordanian folklore!” she sputtered out, grasping for any excuse to stall the Mayor.  

The statement startled both Impa and Bo, the former gazing with a question in her eyes. Bo politely agreed, albeit confused, while Zelda jerked her head in the direction of the two having a conversation some steps behind them. She wasn’t about to let such a private and urgent conversation go on without her ears listening in. 

Impa understood immediately and instantly took charge pointing out tales here and there which held Ordanian themes. Zelda stayed near the two, her ears straining to catch the hushed voices of the others. She wasn’t able to catch much, just a word here and there that meant nothing without context. It was a serious discussion, she could tell that much by the deepening frown on Link's face. No doubt a last minute convene of plans.         

“This is quite fascinating but we must be on our way,” Bo chuckled nervously as Ipma easily rattled on. He turned and gestured to his companion and headed for the door. 

The man clasped Link’s shoulder, this time his words audible to Zelda. 

“Play nice and remember why you're here. I know you want to find them but now isn't the time.” 

Link didn’t look at all happy as the man went to join Bo, and that was impressive, considering his permanently sour expression. 

He was looking for someone. 

Zelda mulled over that new bit of information. Perhaps Link wasn’t as loyal to the Ordanins as she thought. Judging by the worried lines on the elder swordsman’s face he was most likely sharing the same thoughts as she.  Maybe they could even come to an agreement- information for information. It was a new angle she’d have to try out. She smiled and gave one last polite nod as the two  rounded the corner. For the time being, everything seemed to be working in her favor. 

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Rows upon rows of crummy romance novels. They were all Link could find on the tall library shelves. He let out a grumble and stuffed a book back to its proper place. Hyrulians seemed overly fond of love triangles, distant lands and forgotten magic. They were useless. 

Link moved on to another shelf, scanning the titles and hoping his luck would be enough to grab one that at least wasn’t fiction. This library was one of many that resided in the castle and it was meant for casual perusing by guests, not scrounging for information. Maybe he should track down the Queen and insist on that tour. He dismissed the thought as soon as it came. 

There was the sharp rap of shoes against stone and Link jerked his head to check over his shoulder, half expecting to see the tall brunette striding in. The noise came and passed, most likely a few maids or lingering guests. He rolled the tension from his shoulders and began picking a few books off the shelf at random, ears poised to catch any signs of potential company. It wasn’t that he was avoiding the Queen, she was simply a nuisance he didn’t have time for. He hated to admit that Rusl had been right about her. She was completely unpredictable- their little encounter in the library a couple of days ago proved that. “ Don't underestimate her but don't overestimate her either. Be courteous and entertain her for a bit”  that's what Rusl had told him anyways. A bunch of nonsensical metaphors in Link’s mind. There would be time for wining and dining, full of all sorts of fake small talk later. Or not. Maybe if he focused on his task at hand he’d get to skip playing nice entirely. Yeah, this was a great plan. 

“I’ll be heading to my room now,” Link stated blandly, arms weighed down by an impressive stack of books. He strode from the library, past the guards who trailed him everywhere like a couple of dogs. They followed him without a word, only the faint clank of their sparse armor to interrupt the silence. 

Link knew his way well enough to his room. It was one of the few places he regularly went to- that and the dining room and kitchens. He counted the doors as they passed, many already bearing a small thin line of white chalk beneath the handle. He’d already explored many of the rooms along this passage, one however stood bare without a mark. I’ll have to check that one out, he thought to himself. The castle was a complex maze of doors and hidden corridors, designed to confuse any intruders. Technically Link was an intruder, but he’d been given the honorary title of ‘guest’- not that it gave him any sort of freedom to wander the massive keep on his own. 

“I’ll be in my room until supper,” he told his guards once they made it to his quarters, “might as well get comfortable,” he mumbled before disappearing behind the large wooden door. 

Link could hear their low grumbles and shifts in their armor as they settled against the wall. It was quite common for him to spend most of his time reading in his room- by Ordona  it was the only time they left him alone. 

Link didn’t waste a moment before quietly dumping the array of books on his bed and setting to work unfastening the vast number of buttons that kept his silk vest pressed uncomfortably tight around his chest. No amount of time would accustom Link to the tight fitting fashion of the Hyrulian courts. He missed the loose clothes of Ordon more than he’d like to admit. 

He tossed the vest to the side and pulled a stuffed shirt and pair of trousers from underneath his bed then carefully arranged them on the plump armchair near the fireplace. Now a guard peeking in through the door would see something vaguely resembling a man sitting on the chair. It wasn’t pretty, but nobody had noticed him missing so far.  

Link crept towards the window and carefully unlocked it and glanced outside. There weren’t any guards passing by and, thank Ordona, the Queen wasn’t on her balcony. Nobody saw as he eased himself onto the small ledge outside his window, or as he crept along it- his hands and feet following a familiar path along the cracks and crevasses in the stone wall. The weather was warm as was typical for a Hyrulian summer, though it wasn’t the same as the blazing sun of Ordon. 

Link kept pressed against the wall, focusing for a moment on the warmth seated at the base of his neck, urging the warmth to spread. It did so- albeit reluctantly. His connection to Albero Ordona was saddeningly weak here; his senses still heightened though and he felt a rush of warm energy to his muscles, but it was lax compared to the vibrant world he experienced back home under the care of Ordona. Castle Town was at the heart of Hyrule, filled with technological wonders that hurt Link’s head whenever he tried to figure out how they worked. But the people depended solely on their machines and had seemingly forgotten about the simplistic beauty of allowing nature to lead the way. It struck Link that he lived in a place like this in his childhood. Though the Hyrule he remembered wasn’t bland and dirty- nor was it flowing with the blood of innocent people. 

No guards passed beneath Link as he continued along the wall. Security seemed lax around the castle. Guards didn’t walk in planned routes and only a few stood posed in towers. But they had other means to keep their palace safe. Small mechanical eyes sat positioned around- always watching, never breathing or feeling. Link had noticed them on his first night out. They were odd to say the least. They moved in their mechanical sockets and seemed to hold an organic sense of intelligence without the warm presence that every living being had.Perhaps that was what irked Link the most in a place full of mechanical creatures. Though mechanical guards were much easier to deal with than sheikah ones. All it took was a swift kick to the mechanical socket to jam the eye in its path. 

He passed one of those strange eyes now, but it never swiveled up to meet him. Then there was the guard tower. He knew there were two guards sitting inside, probably eating their lunch. He couldn’t necessarily see them, not through the wall of course-but the thick stone didn’t stop his other senses, and it certainly didn’t stop the faint warm thrum he could feel emanating from them.

Link passed the tower on the thin ledge that ran around it, his heightened sense of balance making the task easy. He dropped onto a thin section of one of the many walls that ran like a maze on the castle grounds. Keeping an eye out for guards or more mechanical eyes- he sprinted. Power hummed in his muscles as his legs carried him at an incredible speed. Link ran past the sections of the castle ground that he’d already explored to no avail. Past the kitchens, the servants quarters, stables, and even the laundry rooms. Honestly, all he needed was to find the barracks. Any smart general would keep them near the palace in case of an emergency; but perhaps he was giving the Hylian generals too much credit. 

Most of the buildings looked to be for storage or other mundane oddities- not even a workshop for the sheikah's strange mechanics. Link had been convinced his job would be easy. Get in, gather some information on the Sheikah army and get out without being caught. If only they didn’t hide away their secrets so well. So he’d come up with a new plan; find some poor unsuspecting guard to lead him to the barracks. 

Link jumped from the wall and landed in a neat roll; his strengthened muscles taking the weight of the large fall without a problem. He crept closely along the stone, senses stretching to catch any sign of a guard or two- or even a soldier wandering about. He swore a bit louder than necessary when he found himself to be completely alone. There were limited options here, either he keep wandering around the castle, hopelessly lost and most likely to be found missing, or wait for a guard to pass that he could follow. 

“Or they don’t keep any military buildings on the castle grounds,” he thought aloud, kicking absently at the wall. 

Which meant he’d have to find a way out of the castle. It wasn’t likely that the guards would let their most valuable prisoner wander very far. Perhaps he could ask the Queen? Though he doubted she’d lead him to something valuable, she might be his ticket off of the palace grounds. That is, if he could even convince her to take him along. 

Link gritted his teeth, Rusl’s words ‘advice’ flooding his mind. “The Queen is going to be your biggest asset as well as your most dangerous enemy.” She was unpredictable, perhaps, but that didn’t make her dangerous. 

It’s all his fault I’m here anyway, Link grumbled in silent complaint for the hundredth time. If Rusl hadn’t pushed him into this position he’d still be sitting comfortably at home.

              —-------0—---  

“You told them I’d do what?” 

“Marry the Queen of Hyrule.” 

He said it so calmly, not even looking up from the fruit he was peeling. Link stared- horrified. 

“By Ordona Rusl, have you lost your mind? You can’t just marry the Queen of Hyrule, how would I even be qualified?” In other words, why would the Queen marry someone who fought so openly against her? 

“You’re more than qualified,” Rusl pointed out, “even the Hylians were amazed by the battle on the border of Faron. Your reputation has spread quite far. And I think you’ve been spending too much time sitting around anyways.”

Link sputtered, unsuccessfully holding back a scoff, “You were the one who made me take leave from the army! Now you’re saying I’m sitting around?” In truth, he hated sitting idly; it gave him too much time to think and remember. The events of that night were relentless in haunting him.  

“I think it’s good for you to take a break from fighting,” Rusl finally looked up, concern edging his aged eyes, “It’s changed you enough already.” 

Now Link looked away. He’d heard Rusl voice his concerns often enough to know where this was going. Of course, he’d seen and done unthinkable things over his four years fighting in the war- but sitting around wasn’t drawing them nearer to avenging those who had lost their lives. 

“You’re a mad man, you know that right.” 

“I prefer to say I have open ideas.” 

Link regarded Rusl with a cool stare, “and marriage was the best thing you could come up with?” 

Rusl nodded and took another fruit, “The council agreed it would be most effective.” 

“Most effective for what?” 

Rusl hesitated. Link knew him well enough to know his thoughts on the war. He’d spoken quite openly on his wish for peace through diplomatic means. He frowned upon the prolonged years of fighting and saw it as unreasonable and cruel. But that’s all the Hyrulains understood. How could he know what they were capable of and willing to do? Rusl hadn’t been there as hundreds were slaughtered under the blades of the Sheikah. While they might hold the advantage in their own home forests they were openly slaughtered the moment they stepped across the border.   

“It is the council's wish to find some sort of weakness to exploit in their military- or those strange weapons they use. They hope it could bring peace.” 

“They hope it will win them the war,” Link pointed out. “There wasn’t much talk about a peaceful resolution, I’m assuming.” 

Rusl’s frown deepened, “No, there wasn’t. But that doesn’t mean there couldn’t be.” 

Link leaned back in his chair and smirked, “Now this I have to hear. You really won't let go of that dream talking it out, will you?” 

“I think the Queen is a very reasonable person.” 

“Reasonable people don't refuse to meet with delegates” Link pointed out, “if you ask me she seems more hellbent on this war than anyone else.”  

Rusl was silent, a calloused hand rubbing along his stubbled chin. “I wouldn’t be so quick to judge someone you’ve never met, Link.” 

“Have you met her?” Link shot back. As much as he hated the idea, he had to admit it was beginning to look appealing. A free ticket into Hyrule, right into the heart of the city. He might even be so lucky as to end the war with his own two hands and the head of the queen at the edge of his blade. 

“Killing her isn’t an option,” Rusl dodged his question and dismissed his scheming in one breath, as if he knew exactly what thoughts were running around his head. 

“At least right away.” The retort came out more gleeful than Link expected. “That’s their end plan isn’t it? Find a way to beat them and claim Hyrule? I highly doubt they’ll let her live.” 

“I wasn’t given the details. First we must arrange the marriage, then see where it goes from there. If all goes to plan the Queen will be spending some of her time here in Ordon and it would be the perfect opportunity for negotiations.” A sly smirk crept across his face, “For all we know the marriage might be a huge success and be exactly as it was stated to be: a peace treaty.” 

Link scoffed, “you don’t even know if I’ll agree to it yet.” 

“Yes I do, because I know you.”

Rusl was right, he had already decided to play along. But not for the army and certainly not to play husband with the Queen. He needed a trip into Hyrule and he was willing to take it any way he could get it. It wasn’t everyday they allowed a foreign war hero to waltz across their borders. Rusl was right, his reputation had become something like a legend- not that much of it was true, but it did make for a good story. 

“I simply ask that you at least try to talk with her; form a decent relationship,” he held up his hand to silence Link who’d opened his mouth, “no, I’m not asking you to take it to any excessive length. I don’t think it would be wise to count the Queen as an enemy before trying to reason with her.” 

“Rusl,” Link shook his head, “no loving or reasonable queen would let her country descend into rubble; that woman is not an ally.” 

“Promise me,” he pushed firmly. 

Link didn’t like it. If he didn’t agree then Rusl would probably tie him to a tree and not let him leave. 

“I promise. But I can’t promise I wont kill her when she proves me right.” 

Silence. “I’m sorry to hear that,” was Rusl’s murmured reply. His expression distant- full of sadness, pity and regret. “I hope we can end this war, Link. And I hope then you may finally find peace.” 

He pushed back his chair without another word and left, his discarded knife laying alone and forgotten on the table. 

“Peace,” Link mumbled, scooping up both knives and moving to dump them in a bucket for cleaning. Everyone always wished him that. They always said how unfair it was that he experienced so much loss at a young age. So why didn’t they do what was necessary to end this war? He’d seen hundreds of faces, young and old, drawn with worry and tears streaked. So many had lost so much. Families separated, homes destroyed and innocent lives lost. Why couldn’t people understand what he tried to tell them? They would look at him with saddened expressions and shake their heads, mumbling about how he had changed- how anger had taken such a hold in his life.  

Link looked down at the small fruit he’d grabbed. He had a right to be angry. Nothing could bring any of them back. 

His fist tightened. There was one person standing precariously at the top of Hyrule- so far out of reach. But make her fall and the country would come toppling down with her. Armies didn’t survive without a mind and cause to guide them. Well, she was their cause. Their little princess kept hidden away. 

“I’ll play your little game,” he mumbled, fist squeezing the fruit until sweet droplets of juice traced along the curves of his hand. “I’ll get close and stick a knife in your back when you least expect it.” 

It was a brilliant plan… In theory. 

It required a silent finesse and patience that Link wasn’t sure he was capable of. Which was how he found himself standing in the gardens. He made it through their wedding fine enough- though he could feel his stomach boil every time he looked her way, which led to a few complications. Playing the gentleman was something he could do. So why did the thought of deliberately walking up to her to start a conversation leave him reeling? Ever since their talk in the library he couldn’t help but feel flustered and frustrated. She’d been so cold towards him before and didn’t want to be anywhere near him. So why had she gone and broken his personal space like that? 

“It has to be some sort of magic,” Link reasoned aloud, “I heard rumors that the royal family could do some strange sorcery.” That had to be it. He nodded to agree with himself. She was trying to mess with his head. Magic was a territory he knew all too well. 

The Queen was a mystery he didn’t feel like solving, there were more important matters to attend to. The council would be rather mad if Link speat a few months in Hyrule and learned absolutely nothing. He’d wander the castle aimlessly until he stumbled across something relevant if he had to. And so he did. He kept on the path rather than the wall so as to not miss any hidden doors or passageways. Though his thoughts were too lost to properly pay attention. He grumbled silently to himself. While he had agreed to come, the whole ordeal was turning out to be a bigger pain than he’d expected. 

“Surely it isn’t that hard to fix.” 

Shit. 

Link tried to backtrack but it was already too late, he’d already been seen. This is what he got for not paying attention to where he was walking. 

“Oh, Link?” 

This isn’t good. The Sheikah at the Queen’s side already had him fixed in her suspicious glare. It wouldn’t be possible to talk his way out of this. 

“What are you doing here?” the Queen asked him without much interest. 

“I must have gotten turned around while out for a bit of fresh air,” he rushed to explain, sweat chilling his back as the Sheikah general checked the blasted device on her wrist. She’ll know I’m supposed to be in my room, he thought in a panic. I need to leave. 

“Naturally,” the Queen murmured, finger dancing along her chin, “I shall show you the way out, then.” 

“Pardon?” 

The two exchanged a look, both suspiciously calm compared to the last time they found him without his guards. Two nods were exchanged and a silent understanding passed between them. I don’t like this, Link thought fervently. 

“This way,” the Queen gently turned him around by his elbow, “we shall continue our conversation later, Impa.” 

The general bowed, piercing gaze on their backs as the Queen led him back the way they came. Link felt a shiver down his spine at the sight of the crimson eye emblazoned on the woman’s uniform. It surrounded him every day now. A constant reminder of the swarms of red eyes on the battlefield; of the rivers of blood that filled the fields. 

“I hope you won’t make a habit of getting lost,” the Queen spoke softly, her hand gripping his elbow rather tightly- nervously even. 

Link looked over. The Queen lived up to every rumor he’d heard about her. Icy eyes, a posture so regal it seemed to be hued from stone, and heart to match. She looked every bit a queen, living in luxury while hidden away behind her walls. Where was the kindhearted girl Rusl was so adamant was there? All he saw was a woman so removed from reality it was haunting. He could see her cunning mind working even now, cool and calculating- or impossibly naive and unaware...he couldn’t quite tell which. Perhaps a mix of both. 

“I don’t plan on getting lost again,” he muttered coolly. 

She returned his glare, her face so close he could the crease that formed in her brow. They didn’t speak after that. 

I promise I’ll try, Rusl, he silently vowed as they walked back to the castle, just this once I’ll try to find that bit of humanity you think is there. He ignored every instinct that told him to reach out right now, to close his hands around her pale neck and bring Hyrule to its knees. But once he proved the monster she truly was- nothing could stop him from serving her due punishment. 

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Three months wasn’t a very long time. When one dreamed of the time following their wedding they expected it to be filled with bliss and happiness between the married couple- not holding up in offices or separate bedrooms. It didn’t help that after Link had been caught in the gardens Impa had been impossibly busy doubling the security; though Link hadn’t tried to sneak out since. That left Zelda with very little to do- not that she minded. She was still technically on her honeymoon, so there weren't any important council meetings or great stacks of papers to fill. Instead, she’d been spending some time putting her affairs in order so that Impa, as well as a few others, could tend to Hyrule in her absence. 

She would be gone for three months. 

It wasn’t exactly Hyrule she was worried about. Zelda trusted Impa with her life as well as the care of her kingdom. But what would things be like for her once she got to Ordon? No doubt it would be similar to what Link was experiencing here in Hyrule; a prisoner with an embellished title.  

Zelda gazed out her window over the gardens and expansive walls of the castle. This was going to be the longest she’d ever be away from home. It was childish of her to resent leaving the safety of the castle, but was it really that irrational to be apprehensive to leave? She supposed it wasn’t- at least she justified it in her mind. 

She idly twirled a strand of hair around her finger as she continued to gaze, the monotony of her day lulling her mind into a stupor. Still, despite the soft fog clouding her mind, she heard the door of her office open and the faint clash of metal and patter of padded feet upon the floor. 

“Anything of interest happen, Impa?” 

“Mmm,” was her hum of reply, “I shall admit I was rather hoping you would have something of interest to tell me. Don’t tell me you’ve been holed up in here all day.” 

Zelda frowned at that and swung her head to glare incredulously at the elder woman, “And what should I have been doing all day, then?” 

 Impa sat and crossed her legs, her grin cheekish. “Work on keeping your promise. From what I’ve heard, Link has been left by himself for quite a few days now. That isn’t very wifely of you.” 

“Don’t refer to me as his wife,” Zelda replied almost without thinking. If anything he should be solely referred to as her husband. “I have been giving him some thought,” she confided, “and I really am puzzled as to why you agreed to this marriage so quickly, Impa. I'm the Queen of Hyrule and he's simply…some soldier. I didn’t think much of it at first but I’ve had plenty of time now and I want to know what you were thinking.” She would never admit to Impa, but she had been stewing over their seemingly obvious difference in status for some time now. What made him so special that Impa saw him worthy to be betrothed to the Queen ? 

Impa was silent. She toyed with one of her many small blades, clearly thinking deeply. 

“How could he possibly be of any value to us?” Zelda pressed, a bit more eagerly now. 

“He’s…something of a symbol of…defiance for the people of Ordon,” Impa offered, “or maybe hope would be a better word.” 

“Hope,” Zelda scoffed, “how could one man ever be a symbol of hope.” Perhaps it had been his betrayal of his people that gave them hope. 

Again Impa was silent. Her hesitance intrigued Zelda. What exactly had he done to gain a revered reputation? But she also felt a sort of fearful hesitance. Why was Impa hiding it from her? 

“I believe it was in the Taobab grasslands,” Impa started slowly, “he harmed an impressive number of our soldiers which forced us to retreat when we had the advantage in numbers, five to one. He is no doubt a man of incredible skill and proficient in the strange magic used in Ordon.”  

“Taobab grasslands,” Zelda mused, “I read the reports from that battle.” She paused. There had been no mention of Link in them. “You said you retreated because the forest was impenetrable, and the land within undesirable because it offered no tactical advantage.”  

Impa bowed solemnly, “I apologize, My Queen. You were still young and I did not wish to burden you with such disheartening news. We needed you at your strongest here in the capital and I saw no reason to worry about the small setback.” 

She was as blunt as always, the kind of straightforward reasoning Zelda always depended on. But she had known about Link; or rather of some powerful individual hidden amongst the ranks of the Ordanians. Too young or not, Zelda would have liked to have known this sooner. Surely some of the reports should have shown the missing resources used during the battle or the loss of soldiers. And yet she had never noticed something amiss. 

“You are dismissed. I have matters to attend to.” Zelda idly waved her hand, her face never showing the small stab of betrayal from the past. 

Impa’s face was grim, but she silently obeyed, nonetheless. A moment later she was gone, leaving the room in a tense silence. 

Zelda turned her thoughts to preparations for travel earnestly. She was leaving in a couple of days and there was much left to do. She quelled the bubble of worry that had sprouted deep in the pits of her stomach. There was no reason to encourage these baseless feelings. She had to leave and that was a fact. 

But still, that had been the first time she’d dismissed Impa so abruptly from her presence. 

~---------0—------~

“There should be plenty of light gowns for the warmer days and enough thicker wool garments for when the weather starts to grow cooler.” 

The handmaid, her name was Serin, Zelda believed, placed the bag with the others. 

“I also have some trousers for riding or if you go out into those dreadful woods in Ordon.” She shook her head of graying hair, “It’s a shame that you’ll have to be apart from us for so long, My Queen.” She shook her head more vigorously, “I apologize, I did not mean it to seem that I don’t fully support you and your husband; I’m simply not fond of Ordon’s climate. You and the Prince Consort are very lovely and I’m sure you will bring much peace and prosperity.” 

Zelda smoothed the vest that lay over her loose riding shirt and smiled politely as the maid bowed and left in a frenzy. At least their little charade of a happily married couple hadn’t fallen into shambles quite yet. The people needed that glimmer of hope. It was perhaps the only thing that kept her going these past few days; confined to her room, running through plans and packing every single piece of clothing filled with hidden pockets. 

The time for her to leave Hyrule had finally come. There was no more avoiding the inevitable. Horses, along with a small guard were waiting outside, and the maid had no doubt just left to get someone to carry down her few belongings. 

Zelda walked to her desk and shifted the papers around, scanning them one last time. They held maps, scrawled notes, and sketched pictures of important figures in Ordon. She couldn't take them with her on the chance they got discovered and she became labeled untrustworthy. Most of it she had memorized-  that would need to be good enough. Her time certainly wouldn’t be spent idly in Ordon. Then again, she might be confined to building like Link had. The steady march of time alone knew what her fate would be. 

Zelda grabbed the last remaining bag filled with a few personal items which could fit snugly around her waist. Her eyes swept the room one last time as she moved to the door, steps slow in an attempt to draw the few moments out. Still it passed all too quickly. 

Hallways passed at a sickening pace; sunlight could be seen glistening over the trees as Zelda found herself outside. There was a group of soldiers scurrying in the courtyard. They loaded up the last few supplies into packs laden on horses, their number about twenty. 

One soldier led Zelda's strong gray mare by its reins. He bowed as he handed her the two strips of leather before scurrying away to his own horse and clambering into the saddle. All the soldiers were mounting their horses, so Zelda followed suit. She settled as comfortably as the saddle allowed, making a few last adjustments to the stirrups and the bag at her side. Her eyes were fixed downwards when a chestnut form lumbered up next to her. She glanced over; then swung her eyes away in disinterest when she was met with Link’s face. 

“The weather should be lovely in Ordon.” 

He sounded like he was gloating. Zelda didn’t even want to know what kind of boastful expression was on his face. Her mood was sour enough, she didn’t need hours of riding next to him as he fueled the flames of her misery. 

“I think it will be much too warm for my liking,” she replied blandly, edging her horse forward to acknowledge an end to the conversation. 

Link nudged his horse as well, annoyingly keeping the mare abreast with her own. “Quite the contrary. And there won't be any pesky bugs around down there. They aren’t swarming around or getting in your hair at every turn.” 

Zelda chanced a glance in his direction. She had a hunch he wasn’t talking about ordinary bugs. The distaste on his face as he watched the soldiers swarm into position seemed to tell her all she needed to know. A shiver ran down her spine as his lips quirked upward in a smile; not a warm or welcoming smile, but a cold smile that didn’t look quite right on his face. 

She watched him for a moment longer, then urged her horse forward without offering him a word. It didn’t take long for the soldiers to fall in around her, their captain, a young man by the name Vohgan whom Impa highly praised,  barking a few last orders before urging his horse to the front of the small group. The soldiers moved efficiently, falling into formation as easily as breathing- their flow pushing Zelda along. Though she wished she’d swallowed her pride and gone to see Impa before leaving. 

They hadn’t gone out the main gate per Impa’s request. Zelda was grateful for the decision. She didn’t think she’d have been able to keep face in front of all those people as she left her home like a defeated soldier. Of course she wasn’t actually defeated, not in a literal sense anyway. 

The weather was pleasant enough as they rode out into Hyrule Field, the breeze warm as it always was in late summer. Zelda couldn’t complain about the condition of the cloudless sky or the friendly chatter amongst her soldiers. She hadn’t noticed until that point that Link and his horse were near her again, but he didn’t try for conversation. He seemed content enough- seeing as he wasn’t scowling- and casually listening to the conversations. For a brief moment Zelda considered talking with him. It passed. There would be plenty of time to corner him for a conversation while she was holed away in Ordon, there wasn’t a need for her to spend her last precious hours in Hyrule trying to coax him from his shell. 

So she didn’t.

They rode on for the rest of the day without an interaction, even the guards left Zelda alone with her thoughts. Not that she had many of importance.  Due to the war she hadn't left the castle much, and to be frank she didn’t remember the last time she was so far from the city's walls. It was nice to enjoy the placid scenery as the horses tramped steadily through the flowing grass. The sun reflected pleasantly against the sporadic ponds as it traveled along its daily path. It wasn’t long before it began to sink below the horizon in hues of orange and pink. 

The captain offered Zelda a hand and helped her down as the others hurried to set up camp, pitching tents and starting the fires for the food. One of the younger soldiers even shyly asked Link if he’d like a tent of his own, his words trailing off as his face reddened and he gestured at Zelda. Zelda frowned as Link smirked, but he had the wherewithal to decline- much to the soldiers relief. It wasn’t a surprise that the young recruits felt embarrassed around the newlyweds, many of them besides the captain and a few of the superiors knew of their real relationship. 

The meal was a simple one and they all went their separate ways to get some sleep. The next few days passed in similar fashion. They rode, the scenery was pleasant, and they stopped for the night with a meal before sleeping in simple tents. Then they reached the border. It was probably their third day of traveling and the sun was at its highest point when Zelda noticed the small clump of riders waiting in the distance. They sat by a tall stone engraved with a few simple carvings, no weapons in sight as they sat by idly. Zelda recognized a few of them, Bo and the elderly swordsman who she’d seen closely acquainted with Link among them. 

Their small party approached with a sense of apprehension, all looked a bit tense, besides Link that was. Zelda had never seen him look so happy. Even though he wasn’t smiling wildly she noticed the excitement in his eyes. It was subtle, as all his emotions besides rage tended to be.  

Bo raised a hand in greeting as Captain Vohgan approached. He had a friendly smile, but his stiff shoulders showed that he resented the meeting as much as the others. 

“Have the necessary precautions been taken so as to assure our Queen’s safety?” Vohgan asked, skipping the pleasantries. 

“Of course,” Bo forced a smile, “I can assure you that no harm will befall your Queen. The journey from here is only a few hours travel, so we shall arrive before dark.” 

“A few hours?” Zelda interrupted, spurring her horse forward, “the capitol is at least another day’s travel, is it not?” 

Bo's face showed surprise, though it wasn’t genuine “You will be staying in Link’s hometown, Your Majesty. It’s a farming village not far from the border and is my home as well. Did Link not tell you of this arrangement?”

Zelda glowered at the man who had already joined the other Ordaninas, chatting casually and without a care. “No he did not.” It wasn’t a surprise. They had barely talked, let alone discussed any sort of travel plans. However, it did cause a few complications. 

“Will you be alright, My Queen?” Vohgan asked in a hush tone. At least he would be able to send word back to Impa that she wouldn’t be in the capitol should something happen. 

“I will be fine,” she replied with an air of confidence. She reached over a hand and gave his wrist two tight squeezes. Her face didn’t betray her- didn’t convey the gut wrenching worry that gripped her whole body. Last minute changes never meant anything good. Grabbing Vogah wrist like that had been a gamble. In truth she had been conveying a message- a sign to tell him just how worried he was so that he could warn Impa. To the other’s though, it probably came across as a strange show of affection, the discomfort reflected on the faces of those who weren’t aware of the nature of her marriage. Link didn’t seem to care or even notice the movement. 

“Send Impa my well wishes,” she said, pulling on the reins to urge her horse towards the Ordanins. Captain Vohgan nodded and gave her a salute, then sharply ordered the men to fall back into line as they turned to return to Hyrule. 

Zelda watched them go, worry building in her gut. 

“Shall we continue on our way, Your Highness?” Zelda turned to the speaker, the middle aged swordsman she’d seen so closely associated with Link. He held out a hand to the spread of trees covering the distant path, a warm and friendly smile on his face. 

Zelda nodded and fell in line next to him, the other members of the party silent as they continued forward. She couldn’t help but feel like a prisoner. 

“I am Rusl,” the man went on to introduce himself, crinkled green eyes fixed on her, “I hope you will enjoy staying in our village Orodona, I can assure you it is much more pleasant than the Eldinic.” He chuckled, and, strangely enough, Zelda believed him. 

“What is it like in Ordona?” she asked politely. Although it wasn’t the capital city like Eldinic, perhaps she would still be able to get the information she needed. Common folk were much more open and honest than nobility, she would assume. 

“Very warm and welcoming,” Rusl assured her, “In fact, it’s both mine and Bo’s home, so I’m sure we’ll be able to give you a proper tour.” 

He went on to tell her all about the springs, fields, and small shops scattered about the village. How it was almost harvesting season, the kinds of flowers that were growing, and of their prodest crop: pumpkins. It was a welcome distraction. He had a soothing voice and it helped to pass the time as well as ease a few of her worries. She actually found herself looking forward to seeing such a beautiful place. When was the last time she had left Castle Town for the country? 

Rusl asked her about Hyrule as well; she did her best to answer, though most of what she knew about crops and village lives came from reports. He seemed intrigued by what she said, though he didn’t dwell on the subject. Instead he went on to tell her about the Festival of Lights which would take place during her stay. This aroused excitement in many of the other riders, some even riding closer to tell her about their favorite activities of the festival. Even Link seemed excited about the event. He was even smiling. Zelda hadn’t seen him smile or talk this much during their entirety of their three months together. Apparently what people said about the joys of going home were true.

The topic of the festival kept them busy until the sun sank lower and they reached a long bridge of rope and wooden planks. Zelda’s heart leapt into her throat as her horse followed all the others, the rush of water far beneath them. Once safely across she noticed the faint sound of voices, and watched as many of the party members waved their goodbyes and spurred their horses along the path, leaving only Link, Rusl, Bo and herself in the small clearing. 

“I’ll be sure to have introductions set in place for tomorrow,” Bo said, his horse (walking?) slowly along. “That way you can settle in before the villagers get too excited.” Then he shot a pointed glance at Link, “Unless, of course, your husband will take it upon himself to show you around before then.” 

Link ignored him. 

Rusl sighed, “Why don’t you go on ahead Bo, I’m sure Ilia will be eager to see you. I want to get a few words in with these two before I head home.” 

Bo nodded in understanding and urged his horse forward as Link and Rusl both stopped theirs at a small spring- Zelda following suit. 

Both men dismounted, Rusl glaring at Link when he busied himself with his horse’s harness. He offered Zelda a hand, which she gladly took, her knees a bit weak with anticipation. All she could see were trees, a wooden gate, the crystal water of the spring, and the voices ahead which alluded to a village. 

“Now then,” Rusl led Zelda gently by the arm to Link, clapping him on the back of the neck none too lightly, “I feel the need to remind the two of you that we pulled a lot of strings so that you could stay here.”  His hand tightened around Link, “ A lot, alright?” He waited for them both to nod before sighing and letting his arms relax. 

“I’m not sure what it was like for you two in Hyrule, but here, your marriage is the last thing giving a lot of people hope. If the council so much as hears a rumble of upset from the citizens they won't hesitate to drag you both off and stuff you into a pretty little box,” he turned to Zelda, “I can assure you Link will pull his weight without a complaint. I can only imagine what kind of a pain he’s been for you in the past, but he might want to avoid the capitol even more than you.” 

Link looked embarrassed but didn’t offer any objections. It was odd, really. If Zelda didn’t know better she would assume that Link held a distaste for both his government and hers. A strange state of mind for one who was held in such high esteem here. 

“We’ll do everything in our power to help you have a comfortable stay, Your Highness, so please feel free to come to me if Link gives you a hard time.” 

Link finally scoffed at that and wormed his way out of Rusl’s grasp to grab Zelda’s bag, easily slinging it over his shoulder. 

“I will, thank you,” Zelda offered him a fond smile. She actually would have preferred being in the capitol for political reasons, but to get there by exposing the sham that was their marriage would lose her the trust of the people in the process. The prize wasn’t worth the price. Ordonia was a large village, with some patience she could get the answers she needed. 

“Well then, I’ll let you two get settled in,” he eyed Link as he joined them again, “be nice, and remember-” 

“We’re madly in love?” Link offered sarcastically. 

“Yes, actually,” Rusl retorted. “And don’t forget to stop by soon, Uli and the kids would love to see you both.” He gave Zelda’s arm one last squeeze and gave her a sad smile, “I hope we can grow to become allies, Your majesty.” 

With that, he waved and disappeared down the path, leaving Link and Zelda alone. 

Allies. Not friends- allies. It was a strange choice of words. 

“Shall we then?” Link asked, breaking the silence first. 

How very uncharacteristic of him, Zelda thought. Though he had been anything but normal since they’d arrived in Ordon. 

She nodded and followed him silently. He didn’t scowl anymore, quite the contrary- she thought she might even see the ghost of a smile on his face. He seemed much more vibrant and animated now. Maybe it was the air. Even she could feel it now. It was potent with something, something heavy but not uncomfortable- warm and inviting even. It felt almost alive. 

“Why don’t you like Eldinic?” she asked curiously. Seeing as he was in a docile mood she might as well ask a few questions. “They don’t like Hylians,” he replied, “as you can imagine, I’m sure.” 

Zelda nodded. He said it so casually. She suspected it was a mutual dislike. It also seemed going to Eldininc was a tragically poor idea if she wished to be treated with any kind of respect. She felt a small pang of guilt at that though- Link must see Hyrule’s Castle Town as no different from Eldinic. Then the guilt was gone. That wasn’t really her concern. 

They rounded the bend and Zelda expected them to continue along the path to where she could see a cropping of buildings in the distance. But Link stopped. Zelda would have completely missed the small house tucked away atop the stump of a large tree if Link hadn’t gestured with a sweep of his arm in its direction. 

She stopped in her tracks. It was an interesting house- it’s wooden siding melding with the trees and thatched roof curved in an appealing manner. It was, however, incredibly small. 

“Is this your house?” she asked, a bit harshly, contempt slipping into her voice. 

Link scoffed, “Yes, Your Highness. Not all of us live in castles.” 

Zelda tried to back pedal, but he was already scampering up the short ladder with her bag across his shoulder. A ladder leading into your house? Who ever heard of such a thing?

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Zelda tried, almost desperately as she followed him up, her clothes snagging a few times on the wood, “I’m simply surprised, that’s all.” And she was. It wasn’t her fault she was accustomed to living in a lavish castle with plenty of space. But no small hut was going to scare her away. 

“Don’t you think it will be a bit cramped with the two of us living here?” she offered as an explanation, trying to save face.  

Link’s brows knit in an incredulous frown as she pulled herself up onto the porch, his hand waiting on the knob. “I think we’ll have plenty of room. If we're lucky, we might not even need to see each other.” 

  He pushed open the door as she hurried behind him, brushing a bit of dirt from her hands. Link had already dropped her bags besides a couch and was now fiddling with something in the kitchen. It was an open layout. No walls to separate the living area and kitchen, and a small set of stairs that must’ve led up the second level. It was small, yes, but Zelda didn’t find it constricting. 

“Your room will be over there,” Link pointed to a door that Zelda hadn’t even noticed. “I’ll let you get settled in.” He was pulling off his Hyrulian styled vest as he scampered up the stairs before Zelda could get a word in- most likely up to his own room. She peered up the steps but decided to look around a different time. She’d have plenty of time alone in these next three months. 

Gathering her things Zelda cracked open the door to her room. Like the rest of the house it was filled with soft golden light that lit up the beautiful wooden detailing on the walls. It was much smaller than her room back in the castle, but Zelda couldn’t exactly call it uncomfortable. There was a soft carpet under her feet and what looked to be plush pillows on the bed. She wandered over and settled on the mattress, curiously tugging at the throw blanket. It looked to be a crochet- well loved and used. She used to have a blanket like this, made by her mother. That was left behind in the nursery.

Zelda turned her attention to the walls. Some pictures hung there. Like the ones in the living room, she assumed them to be pictures of Ordon. How odd to have so many small seemingless useless photographs laying around. The whole house was very odd. It felt to lived in- so alive. 

Zelda sat uncomfortably on the bed, fingers tangled in her lap- feeling hopelessly out of place in this new world.