My Hero
PinkyTheSnowman
Summary: Princess Zelda thinks about the past, and what could have been.

As I sit here with my current suitor, Prince of Termina, I ponder why I even bother. I have no interest in him. He is a bore, and pompous. In fact, the only man whom I have any interest in is Link. The boy from the forest.

But I cannot have him, and that is the precise reason why. He is a forest child. I am a princess. He is the Hero of Time. I am the Princess of Destiny.

We come from two very different walks of life, however intercrossed they might be. He is of common birth, I of noble.

We had joined forces for seven years to defeat an evil lord of the Dark. Shy as the boy was, we never conversed for more than a few precious moments. There was seldom time to be alone. I had cruelly stripped away his childhood; I returned it to him. Yet, fate led him to me once more. Seven years have passed since I laid eyes on him in the courtyard. I will never forget his face; the mixture of awe, admiration, and slight guilt that he had snuck past my guards to see me. But he was soon whisked away, never to be seen again. He may have settled down with a nice farm girl. He might even have died in battle or otherwise. Perhaps he was lying in a ditch, wounded, as I sit idly here. He certainly has not kept contact.

As I reminiscence about the past, and what could have been, the prince turns my face to his. I know he sees the unhappiness embedded clearly and deeply in my eyes. Yet he knows that he cannot do a thing in the face off my plight. I can see the questioning expression in his face, the want to help me ease my pain But my face remains stolid. I save my feelings for the Hero. And though he has not returned, nor shown his face for many long years, I forsee his arrival. In good times or bad, I do not know. But I know enough to know that he will return for me, his Princess of Destiny. My hero will return for me.

I pluck three flowers out of the flowerbed where I sit. A pink rose, a red rose, and a white rose. The three flowers that Link left for me before he left. As I turn my head, a flash of green clothing and the whipping of blonde hair catches my attention, and the face of a handsome young man lingers for a moment. But it is my imagination. I have gone too long without my hero.