I don't own the Legend of Zelda. If I did… xD
These Worlds of Ours is rated "T" for language, romance, and fun action stuff.

These Worlds of Ours
A Legend of Zelda Fanfiction
The Coin Toss

Light cannot exist without darkness. We are two sides of the same coin, you and I. Never forget that there is a world attached to this one.

"Hyrule! On this glorious day, we celebrate the coronation of our one true princess and almighty ruler of Hyrule, Zelda."

She stood, a polite, earnest smile on her face as she delicately waved to the mass of Hylians at the base of Hyrule Castle. Her people cheered, tears streaking down many of the women's' faces, cheeks stained with runny mascara, as they had been waiting for this day. They all basked in the gentle glow of the sunlight and praised this day, the day their beloved princess grew up and was officially the ruler of Hyrule.

Zelda said something short and to the point, never faltering even though she was before a large crowd. All her life she trained for this. All her life she spent hours and hours studying Hylian laws, language, and people. She was more than ready. She was done waiting in the wings for her turn.

As she gave a final wave, she stepped down, tripping slightly as the heel of her pearl white shoes snagged on her silk dress. She let out a gasp of surprise, trying to fall as gracefully as possible. Before she did an embarrassing faceplant, and strong, battle-harden hand caught hers. She smiled at her savior, blushing lightly and giving a small sigh of relief.

"We can't have you falling on your first day, Milady."

He was a couple years older than she and had been with her, protecting her, her entire life. He winked at her, his blue eyes smiling with laughter. She resisted all urges to slap him, opting to raise her eyebrow at him instead in a look that said 'I'll deal with you later.'

"Thank you, Commander Link."

He gave her hand a squeeze, refusing to let go, leading his newly crowned princess down the hall to the rest of her life.

"People of Twilight! On this day, we hereby recognize the marriage between Midna, Princess of the Twili, and Zant, noble son of Vaati."

She stood, a fake smile marred by sadness on her face as she refused to meet the eyes of the despicable man chosen to be her husband. She glanced briefly to her people, shuddering at the sound of the fake clap and false shouts of praise. No Twili with a brain wanted Zant of all people to be the heir to the throne. Their faces were masked by darkness, hidden by the shadows that plagued the Shadow Realm, and cursed this day, this day that the most incompetent buffoon became heir to the throne.

Midna whispered a quick "I do" softly, her lips barely brushing his. He didn't love her. She didn't love him. She never usually cared about public speaking, but for some reason, today she faltered. She couldn't say anything to her people. She couldn't say anything she wanted to say. Even though she trained to be a ruler her entire life, studying Twili history, language, and people, nothing prepared her for this. She wasn't ready. She would give anything to be seventeen again.

As she finally forced herself to look her people straight in the eyes, she stepped forward, not noticing the small step. She gasped, about ready to fall, when a strong, controlling hand caught her. She closed her eyes, cursing at herself internally for being so weak and so scared, giving a tentative smile at her savior.

"We can't have you falling, Milady."

He was a couple years older than she and been with her, learning with her, making her life hell, her entire life. He glanced condescendingly at her, and although he spoke no more, she could tell he was embarrassed for her. She almost expected him to let her fall.

"Thank you, Milord."

He gave a squeeze, a possessive squeeze, as he dragged his new bride down the aisle and out the door to the rest of her hellish life.