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The king of Hyrule paced in his quarters. This had been presumed the safest place for him at the time. Guards were posted at every entrance, but he still couldn't make himself feel safe. He glanced towards his bed. It was so inviting.

"Come, rest." It seemed to call.

He lied down on the bed letting the soft mattress consume his mind in calm comfort. The sudden calm ended instantly. Why had the gerudo attacked? Was he being overthrown? Was there going to be a war? He shook his head. He was king, and kings couldn't think like that. He had to stop thinking that way. Kings couldn't feel that way. He had to stop feeling…? He sucked in his breath. He had to concentrate on what he could do now. He could finish whatever they had started. He could protect his kingdom, his daughter. HE could prevent war…couldn't he?

The man sighed and looked down at the parchment he held in his hand. He'd counted sixty-one. Sixty-one had fallen to the desert women. Then there were the injured. The ones that nobody knew if they were to fall or not. The small hospital couldn't support them all. As a result they were scattered all over the kingdom. He shook his head. Why did he have to take this news to the king? Why of all people was it him? His mind cleared. Those poor people were dead and he was worrying about his job. It seemed foolish. He decided to take one of the secret passages. This information was for the king's eyes, only. He stepped into the room and the worried man stood up. He seemed to have aged a hundred years in a few hours. The king waved his hand.

"Go, be gone, leave me in peace," spoke the action all on its own.

The small man slipped quietly into the shadows. The king glanced over the numbers. Sixty-one. Dead. The words echoed over and over in his head.

"Goddesses…why am I abandoned?! Din, Farore, Nayru…..why am I abandoned…?"

Gabrielle pushed the cool stone door open. He was sleeping. A momentary relief flooded her, but instantly retreated. A bottle of wine, opened wine, was on the table. The warm relief flood from a moment ago had become a cold harsh wave of confusion. Her stomach plunged. She was, like most gerudo, not used to being confused. She was used to knowing things and being in charge, but now was different. He was in charge now. She stepped over to the bed where he lay. He mumbled something, but it seemed slurred and she couldn't make it out. Now days there was a lot she couldn't make out. She struggled to put everything together, and it wasn't a hard puzzle. He had done this on purpose. It must have been the only way that came to his mind to numb the tormenting agony. He looked different now she thought. Like he wasn't in the least bit dangerous. Without his intimidating armor he looked more like a simple person, but he was more. He was king. He was a human king though. And all kings needed a queen, right? Had she just thought that?! She mentally scolded herself before leaving the room. Oh yes Ganondorf was definitely in charge. A king in charge of more than he could ever know.

Zelda's eyelids fluttered open. She was alive. Oh for all she was worth she had been spared. Her goddesses had saved her. She sat up. That seemed to go alright, she must not be hurt too badly she decided. The only result was a tiny tingling sensation branching from her spine. Without thinking to calm herself or take it slow she quickly rose to her feet. The tingling evolved into pain and spread to the rest of her body through its branches. She squeezed her eyes shut and took in a sharp gasp. She smoothed her dress. A light blue dress? She didn't remember having been wearing that. The pain dulled to a stiff discomfort, but at least it had become tolerable. She felt as if somebody was watching her. Her eyes scanned the room desperately trying to find the person. The room lacked any life other than her. She sighed and brushed the thought away as mere aftermath of the gerudo attack. Upon remembering the attack her heart sank. Her father, the guests, Link! She rushed out of the bedroom and down the corridor looking for anybody, anything to inform her. A pair of thoughtful blue eyes watcher her from her doorway.