His look of happiness on his face when he found out that he was going to be the commander of the Hylian army, which he quickly masked with a more sombre expression.
His look of unease as he walked into the ball thrown in his honour., his hand on my arm.
His look of determination when he saw the sorry state that was the Hylian army.
His look of distress when he found out that he was too address the people of Hyrule.
His look of outrage when he saw a knife at my throat, my hands bound, unable to do anything but look at him anxiously, eyes full of fear.
His look of unconcealed resentment when he saw the suitors lining up at the castle door, boasting of pride, contempt, country and money.
His look of unadulterated contentment when I informed him that I returned his affection.
Zelda smiled to herself. All those favourable memories involving him, all those times spent with him. And she was willing to throw it all away. Just because he had left. Zelda inwardly scolded herself. Why was she trying to persuade herself that he wasn't guilty. He'd ridden out of the castle, a castle were he had made nothing but empty truths. All those secrets he'd told. All those secrets she'd told. The hours spent together. It all meant nothing to him, as it seemed. Why else would he run out? Why would he run out from his wife, and soon to be child? She had been meaning to tell him. But he had left. And she had lost their child. Nevertheless, she had felt remorse. Why did the goddesses punish her so? She had no proof of their marriage, apart from the papers. Oh, the papers.
The papers that had to be signed. The treaty's to be drawn. So much work. Perhaps that is why Link left? Couldn't deal with the paper cuts? Wanted the paper to fight against himself? She smiled ruefully. Never had she mocked Link in her head this way. Mocking him reassured her, made her feel better. As if the wall she had built around herself was being fortified. Zelda smirked. It was high time for her to get over her dead marriage. Link wasn't coming back. But young, handsome, eligible princes were. Zelda stalked out her office, and into her bedroom. It was time to call the maid and agree to the council's plan.
It was time to have a husband.
Now, just to divorce a missing man. Zelda rubbed her hands together, grinning in delight. Finally, something that would keep her occupied.