The Perfect Wedding

Chapter 1- Morning Happenings

Disclaimer: I don't own Zelda, Nintendo does.

Prologue: Several days had passed since Princess Zelda had accepted Link's proposal of marriage. The castle was in an uproar preparing for the ceremonies. Link had to deal with the fact that he was becoming a prince in less than a month, and he had to deal with his jealous friend, Din.

Link lay in his feathered bed, curled up in the blankets. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling above him, counting how many knot-holes he could find in the wooden planks. He longed for the days to pass quicker so his wedding day would come. Yes, the day he would finally marry Princess Zelda. He had known her for five years now and he deeply loved and cared for her.

He also didn't get out of his soft bed because he was dreading the 'prince lessons' his grandfather was giving him. "The old man's all about honor and dignity," Link grumbled, turning over. "I'm not marrying Zelda to become royalty. I'm marrying her because I...love her."

At that moment the door to Link's bedroom opened and in walked his grandmother with a birch wood tray. On the tray was a plate of buttermilk pancakes, dozed in maple syrup. She set the tray on Link's night stand and took a seat on his bed.

"Good morning, Link," she told him.

Link smiled. "Morning, grandma." He rubbed his sleepy eyes.

His grandmother looked out the window, then back at him. "It's already ten o'clock. Why don't you get up?" she asked.

Link sat up, propping up his pillow behind. "I wanna see my Zelda," he sighed. "Not take dumb prince lessons. Gramps and the castle generals are making me take them. I just wanna spend time with Zelda."

Link's grandma sighed. "I know. It seems like just yesterday you met her and became her knight. Now you're already 18 and engaged to her. Time sure flies."

The boy took the tray and placed it in his lap. "I know. But why do I have to take those dumb lessons?" He stabbed his pancake with his fork.

"You see," the old lady began. "Your grandfather just wants to make sure that he's delivering the most brave, well mannered gentleman that he can to the Royal Family. For your sake and their's."

Link sighed. "I guess you're right." He lifted his fork and knife and cut and square out of the center of his pancakes. "And I'll get to see my princess soon enough." He then plopped the piece of pancake in his mouth.

Suddenly Link's grandfather's voice echoed throughout the house. "Link!" he called. "Visitor!"

Link sleepily set the tray aside and got out of bed. After he slowly put his robe on over his pajamas, he walked to the door. He opened it slowly to see who was there. Suddenly his eyes grew wide. Standing there was Princess Zelda. She wore a radiant pink gown, glistening with gold. Her long golden locks spilled over her shoulders like water from a fountain. She had a joyous smile on her face which seemed to melt away all of her fiancée's troubles. On her head, pulling back the princess' hair from her face, was a radiant crown of gold, glistening in the morning sun. "Zelda!" Link exclaimed, embracing her. "I didn't think I'd get to see you so soon!" He rubbed his cheek in her soft, blonde hair.

Princess Zelda's smile grew wider as she squeezed him tightly. "I'm glad Impa let me come here."

Link pulled back from the hug and looked at his fiancée. "You look beautiful." He leaned forward and lightly kissed her cheek.

Zelda placed her gentle hand in his. "You look handsome," she told him. Then she laughed merrily. "Even though you are still in your night clothes."

Link's cheeks turned a deep shade of pink. "I'm sorry," he apologized. "I just woke up and didn't expect to see something as lovely as you so early in the morning."

Zelda giggled. "Then I am sorry for coming so early, I thought you would be up." Then, as if something had startled her, she quickly released his hand.

Link placed both hands on her shoulders and gazed deeply into her blue eyes. His heart was beating fast, as was her's. "I love you," he told her softy and sincerely.

With a sweet smile, Zelda replied, "I love you too."

As fallen leaves of red and gold swirled around the two, Link leaned over and gently kissed the princess' forehead. They were enjoying a tender moment when suddenly someone grabbed Link from the back of his robe and thrust him away. Link whirled around to see his grandfather standing there, tapping his foot.

"You'll have plenty time for that later," he told the boy sternly. "Right now change into some decent clothes and start sword training."

Link groaned. "Alright." Before he turned to leave, he grabbed his fiancée's hand and kissed it. "Love you. See you later."

Zelda's smiled up at him. "Love you too. Bye." Then she turned away, her hair flying the slight breeze, and walked over to the rock Impa was sitting on.

"Back so soon?" Impa asked. She was sitting on a big rock, polishing one of her cooking pans.

"Yes," Zelda replied wistfully. "Link had to do sword training with his grandfather." She hung her head.

Impa placed the bottle of cooking pan polish inside her pan and slid off the rock. "Don't worry. Soon you'll be spending the rest of your life with him." She put a hand on the princess' shoulder.

Zelda looked up. "I know. I'll just have to be patient."

"That is a wise decision," Impa complimented. "Now, let's go back to the castle. It's almost time for your dress fitting."

Princess Zelda smiled weakly. "Alright."