In the first week of November, I decided to start wearing my winter clothes to hide my condition. I figured out that the baby would be born sometime in March, and that I was about six months along. I'm so glad that the time where I would be showing was in the winter and made it easy to hide. I think it's going to be a girl.

I woke up in the morning to find a maid standing over my bed. I nearly had a heart attack

"Hello, Princess Midna," she said

I sat up and resisted the temptation to put my hand on my belly, even thought the baby was kicking. Probably scared the thing as well.

"Hello."

"Happy birthday!"

"Thank you. Would you leave?"

She curtsied and walked out of the room.

I stood up and proceeded to get dressed. I didn't dare dress in my room anymore for fear that someone might walk in on me. I wasn't big yet, but my stomach was definately big enough that if someone walked in and saw me without my shirt, they'd know I was pregnant.

When I had dressed, I headed off to breakfast only to be met by my brother.

He grabbed my hand.

"My, my, Midna. I can't believe you are a woman of only twenty"

"Oh, really?"

"Really," he touched my face, "You have to looks of sixteen year old girl and the wisdom of someone in their fifties."

I laughed, "Oh, Zatheon."

He kissed the top of my forehead and let go of me. He looked troubled.

"What's the matter?"

He sighed, "I don't want to worry you about this, but, Zant got out."

I gasped, "How!"

Zatheon rolled his eyes, "Some idiot forgot to lock his cage."

I swallowed. The idiot that forgot to lock the door was probably me. I went into his cell last night. I could've sworn I locked the door.

"How dreadful."

"Yeah, you really need to be careful until he's caught."

"No, Zatheon, I think you're the one that should be careful, you know how he wanted the throne."

"True. Anyways, I'll let you go about your business, I don't want to be a bother on you're birthday."

He started to walk off, "Bye, Zannie!"

"Don't call me that!"

I laughed. I couldn't believe he told me that I looked like I was sixteen. I think the night of my sixteenth birthday might have been the night that I conceived my son. He was born in August, meaning he was conceived sometime in November.

My day progressed as normal. I had several people tell me happy birthday, and people were looking for Zant.

I dreaded going to dinner that night. I would have to wear a dress and believe me, that sucker was hard to get into. When it was time to go to dinner, my family was sitting at a special separate table, and everyone was there, besides my father.

Nyxia groaned, "Where is Father?"

"Chill out, he's probably running a bit late. Why are you so surprised? He's always late when we have dinner together," I said

"I know he does, but c'mon, Midna!"

"Nyx!" Zatheon shouted, "Shut up!"

Nxyia stuck her tongue out.

"Wow, you're mature."

We sat there for five more minutes and the doors open and I expected it to be my father, but it wasn't. It was one of his advisers and he motioned everyone to be quiet and the noise in the room slowly died down.

"I'm sorry to inform you," he started, "But the king is dead. He was assassinated by an unknown assassin."

There was a loud gasp and then every head in that room turned to Zatheon who was just sitting there gawping. The color had gone from his face. He looked like he was going to faint.

I got up from my chair and walked from the dining hall to the dungeon, practically running and walked to Zant cell and found him inside locked up and sitting on the floor looking right at me in an expectant way.

"Hello, there, Princess Midna," he said in sickly sweet way.

"You! You stupid sadistic fucking asshole!"

He gave me a look, "What?"

"You know what!"

"I don't. What?"

"You killed my father!"

Zant scoffed as if it was no big deal, "So?"

I shook my head at him, "How the hell did you even get out?"

"I took the keys and unlocked the door."

"Where did you get the keys, I hid them."

He laughed, "You're so foolish, Midna. You hid them in a place up high according to you," he stood up and put his hand on the ceiling, "I don't know if you realized, but I'm like eight feet tall, and if you some how managed to hide it higher than eight feet, I could probably reach it still."

I was so furious, "Why, why did you do this?"

He laughed again, "Because, Midna, it is I who should be king. Not the fat ass that you call your father, and especially not your immature brother. You will be my queen."

"And if you would've waited maybe another year, you very well could've been someday, but no, you couldn't wait."

"I waited three years, Midna!"

"Well, I'm sorry that you're impatient."

"No, I think it was all a big lie, that you were playing with my mind and you never were gonna marry me."

"I had your child! What in the gods name did you think I would do!"

"Yes, you did, and you're obsessed with him, if it even is a him, cause I've seen him around a lot, he looks like a girl to me."

"He's a boy, and forgive me that I don't like to see my son in slavery, but since you have severe mental problems, I can see why it doesn't bother you."

He rolled his eyes, "Whatever."

"I can't believe you're still crazy enough to even think that the throne might be yours!"

"Oh, believe me, Midna, it will be mine."

"Well, stop it! I can't believe you would do this on my birthday!"

He smiled, "Like I've been telling you for years, I live to please you. You should be happy the fat man is dead. You saw what he did to your 'son'," he put air quotes around son, "Imagine what he'd do to your light dweller bastard baby. Maybe Zatheon will be merciful than your father."

"I hate you! I can't believe that I ever wanted to share my life with you! You are a psychopath! You need mental help, and a lot of it! I can't believe that I gave you a second chance!"

"You're a softy, admit it. If you hated me so much, you would've had me executed, but you know that you can't live without me. I've been your only friend, besides your brother, since you were five years old."

I looked down at him, "I certainly can live without you. I think I'm going to go draw up orders for your execution right now."

I walked away from his cell and heard him call out, "Yeah, right."