Impossible Love
*sweatdrop* I have no idea what possessed me to do this story...but here it is.
This is an Alternate Universe fic!!! Meaning--this is NOT in Hyrule!! NONE of the characters know each other (unless I say so P), and this may seem a bit out of character.
OH WELL!!
*cough* Oh yeah--N-E-WAY....this is a Zelink romance--So, SORRY to those Malink fans!--Zelda is a princess, but she finds castle life B-O-R-I-N-G!! So she sneaks out, just to catch a glimpse of peasant life!....I'm not gonna tell you any more though!! It would just ruin the plot! You're gonna hafta read the story for yourself!!
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Zelda loomed over her window, staring through the tainted glass.
She searched the rugged plain, as if searching for something. Trying to find the answers.
"Princess Zelda!!" cried a brunette servant, quickly rushing into the room. She clutched a faded pink dress, with a dark ruby trapped within the stitching. "His Majesty, the King, wishes to have your presence in the throne room immediately!!"
Knowing the routine, Zelda quietly nodded, and retrieved the dress from the servant.
"Princess Zelda...shall I dress you?" asked the servant, brushing stray hair from her face.
"No, Maureen. Thank you, anyway." Maureen nodded, and quickly left the room without a word.
Zelda slipped on the dress, and smoothed down her hair. She exited the room, and stood by the stairwell, that led down into the main castle hallway. She cleared her throat, catching the attention of Maureen. She walked over to Zelda, blushing vividly, with her head held low.
"I'm sorry, Princess Zelda. I forgot I was to escort you." The servant quickly walked down the stairs, Zelda following.
They made it to the inner courtyard, and took a straight turn to get into the main section of the palace. Maureen stood by the large doors, standing solemnly, and motioned for Zelda to go in.
Zelda pushed the old doors open, and crept in.
There, her father, the King, and her mother, the Queen, were sitting in their thrones, looking upon their pale-faced daughter.
"Zelda, dear," began the Queen. "We're going to a meeting with the Royal Family of Poleis tonight. We're not going to be able to attend dinner."
Zelda sighed. She rarely got to eat with her family. "Alright, Mother." They were always attending meetings, festivals, or the like.
"You are dismissed." bellowed the King. Zelda gave a small curtsey, and exited the room.
Maureen walked up to her. "May I speak?" she asked.
Zelda gave her a smile. "Of course you may."
"I couldn't help but overhear your conversation...and I'm sorry."
Zelda furrowed her brows. "For what?" Maureen led Zelda out of the inner courtyard.
"For your parents being gone most of the time. You never get to see them. That must be tough. Even I, a servant, get to see my family." Maureen kept talking- but Zelda was still hanging onto her previous words.
Even I, a servant, get to see my family.
Zelda knew that the servants probably had a better life than she had. Castle life was so boring!
She couldn't clean her room, for she might get dirty. She couldn't learn how to ride a horse, for a proper princess shouldn't. She MUST be escorted down ANY flight of stairs, for she might fall. She must let somebody cool her food for her, for she might do it wrong and burn herself. She must not lift anything heavy, for she might pull a muscle. She couldn't run around the castle, for she could get tired or dirty or kidnapped. She had to exercise, little by little, in a room filled with guards, for she may get hurt or someone may take advantage of her when she's tired.
No...Zelda absolutely HATED the way of life she lived. She loved her parents dearly, but they wouldn't even THINK about changing the rules!
Zelda was pulled out of her thoughts, when she and Maureen stopped outside her bedroom. Maureen pushed the door open for her, and Zelda walked in.
"I'll be seeing you later, Princess Zelda." said Maureen, before quietly leaving, and closing the door behind her.
Zelda sighed when Maureen left...probably to go and see her family in their servant quarters.
Walking swiftly to her bedside, Zelda sat on the pale blue blankets, and took off her shoes. Running her stocking covered feet across the plush carpeting, Zelda looked over at her vanity.
On it sat a picture of a young, seven year old Zelda, wearing a bright yellow dress with flowers hanging off it. She sat on a tiny white stool, and behind her were two larger stools. They were empty.
Zelda remembered the story behind the picture. Originally, her parents were to be on the two stools. It was supposed to be a family picture. But her parents had been called away on business...and she had to be in the picture alone.
Why couldn't I be a peasant? I would be with family all the time. And it wouldn't be as boring!!........I wonder what it's like...to be...a peasant...
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Ooh! Zelda doesn't like being a princess? Feeling chained, and without family? Huh...I wonder how THAT would affect the plot ^_~
Oh...sorry about the length and crappy factor of this chapter! But...um...it's just the prologue!! So it'll get a LOT better!!
~reviews are appreciated!~
Next Chapter: Zelda wants out! While her parents are away...will she hatch an adventure of her own?
