Well, I wasn't pregnant. I was extremely thankful. My grandma immediatly wrote a letter to my father to let him know that executing Zant would not be necessary. I go a letter from Zant in March. He said that he was also exiled and was living with his grandparents. He said that his grandparents were extremely boring.
I surprised to find that I was enjoying my stay with my grandparents. My grandma taught me how to make my own clothes, so I no longer needed to rely on seemstrisses to make my clohes. That was really the only new skill I learned when I was with my grandma. She was more of a companion than a friend.
In May, my grandma forced me to write a letter saying happy birthday to Nyxia, even thought I didn't want to. She was too immature to be fourteen.
I was allowed to come back in June, and I was happy to be back. My family welcomed me home warmly, but it wasn't the same now that Zant wasn't there. He said he sould be back on the first of October and in June, that seemed an eternity away.
Those three and a half months did not go by swiftly. I found myself more bored than ever. I really had nothing productive to do. Xerin was no longer going to marry me. I heard he said that he'd rather marry a goat than "that whore". Here I had thought he was kind. I guess only knowing someone for five days is not long enough to know how they really are.
When the first of October came, my father didn't let me do see Zant. He didn't want me tempted, but I did anyways. I was no longer concerned about making him happy. I was going to do whatever it was that would make me happy. Alledgedly, Zatheon was sent to spy on us, but I never saw him, nor did my father say anything about it.
The first day of November, excitement began to take me over, because on the first of November, it was only seventeen more days until my sixteenth birthday. I already had a party planned. I was going to invite anyone at court that was under the age of twenty five, which was suprisingly a big number. Most of the people under twenty five were in their teens, but that wasn't the best part. I was going to have a very fancy and expensive dress made just for it. I'd probably only wear it once, but I'm a princess so I could do that kind of thing.
On the day of the party, the servants ran around frantically to make sure every thing was in the right order. I spent most of the afternoon getting ready for it. I did my hair up all fancy and spent quite some time decideding what to wear with my dress. I decided on some silver earrings, my birth necklace, and a few different types of rings. My dress was kind of a goldish color (I decided on that color because that about the color of my birthstone), it was short sleeved and cut in a way that showed my shoulders. The skirt remained relatively close to my body, and had white lace going down the middle.
I was extremely excited. Nothing could've ruined that night.
Everyone said that they loved my dress (so did I). People brought gifts of mostly money, perfumes, and bath salts, but as the night was nearing it's end, I still hadn't seen Zant once. I specifically told the guards to let him in, but I had a feeling my father gave them other instructions.
When I was about to give up looking, I found him. I walked over to him, looked up, and smiled.
He didn't say anything at first.
"Wow," he said finally.
I laughed a bit.
We went out onto the balcony and talked for a long time about the oddest of subjects. I soon found myself staring idly at the sky. The twilight was not it's usual yellowish brown, it was pink and purple, something that didn't happen very often.
"I can't believe that you're already sixteen," Zant said
"I can," I said
"Do you remember the first time you met me?"
"Kind of."
"You were only five then."
"Yeah," I said
Then there was an awkward silence. I could just barely see the clock and it read 11:15. I turned to Zant.
"Listen here," I said, "I want to do more of things that will make me happy and less that will make my family happy."
"That's good," he said.
"I don't care if my father doesn't like you anymore, because I love you, Zant."
"I love you too."
"Prove it," I said
He didn't say anything for a minute, "Are you saying you want me to have sex with you?"
I nodded a bit, "That would be the best birthday present I will get."
He shifted his weight to his left foot.
"Like you don't like the idea."
"I'm not saying I don't...but I'm just a bit confused. Aren't you worried about you dad finding out?"
"I already told you, Zant; I'm going to start doing more things to make myself happy."
His eyes drifted away from me, "So...you're going to start your prusuit of happiness (movie title FTW!) by having sex.
I nodded.
Zant laughed, "Ok," said, "I guess that's a good way to start out being happy."
"So...wil you?"
Zant rolled his eyes, "Midna, are you seriously asking a teenaged boy that? Of course the answer's yes."
"K, but we'll have to sneak away."
Zant didn't say anything for a while.
"Are you hinting at my height?" he asked
"No, I'm just saying."
"Because if you are, just walk in front of me, so that way from the behind it will look just like me."
"That is an excellent idea. Let's go."
I was surprised no one noticed me as I walked through the room where the party, we escaped out of there without any word. When we got out into the corridor I turned to Zant.
"We seem like two misfits don't we."
"Yeah, well, we are."
We went into my room, which for some reason was naturally dark, even with the curtains open
"Do you want me to light a candle or something?" I asked.
Zant looked around, his eyes seemed to be glowing in this dark, "Hell no. Do you know how often it's dark like this?"
"Probably not very often."
"Yeah...just leave it alone."
We got on the bed and began to kiss each other. I got on top of him and began to zip my dress down I pulled the bodice down. Zant grinned devilishly and pulled it down as far as it would go. He then flipped me on my back and pulled the rest of the dress off.
Almost instictively I reached down under my pants and began to pleasure myself. Zant made me take my pants off. He just sat there and watched for a minute, then he just pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. He got down between my thighs and began to kiss me down there.
I tried to push him away, but he wouldn't let me. I tried to pretend like I didn't like it in hopes he'd stop to no avail. It wasn't long that it started to fell so good that I couldn't keep it to myself and faintly began to moan. He must've heard me because he seemed to try keep it going and within minutes it was pure ecstacy and that's when he stopped.
He then proceeded to go inside me and I could've sworn I heard him utter the words "you're so tight"
He went slow at first, but once he knew it wasn't hurting me, he showed no mercy and I enjoyed it a lot.
I fell asleep, and when I awoke, the twilight had returned, and Zant was gone. My hair was absolutely wild, because I slept with it still done up. I probably spent the next half hour trying to fix it. Someone knocked on my door.
"Come in," I said
It was a servant. I didn't know who it was.
"Princess, you father wishes to see you."
"Well, where is he?"
"He's in the throne room."
I sighed and stood up. I walked to the throne room in my night gown, when I got there, I saw Zant sitting on the floor
Briliant I thought.
My father sighed, "I can't turn my back on you two for a minute, can I?"
Neither one of us answered.
"I want to know what the hell is going on between you two right this instance, because I know all about last night and why Midna just magically disappeared."
"And how would you know that!" I said in a defiant tone, because I knew for a fact that there weren't guards or servants standing by my door that night.
My father tilted his head to one side, "I sent someone to go find you, and they were going to your room and he said that he could hear you moaning."
I felt my cheecks go red in embarrassment. I hid my face a bit.
"I love him, Father, and there's nothing that you will ever be able to do that will change that."
My father looked intrigued, "Really now. You just turned sixteen and you've already decided that you'd rather have him than anyone else."
"Yes," I replied
He turned to Zant, "Well, what's your excuse?"
"Same as Midna's."
"You're willing to committ high treason?"
Zant stood up, "It's not treason! I don't know what world you live in where this is treason! I'm not plotting against you, or anyone in your family! I don't talk about to anyone else!" he sat back down, "But that's right, you're a king and treason is whatever you want it to be, needless of what the law actually says it is."
I was a bit shocked by his outburst, because I had never heard Zant raise his voice to any authority figure. I could tell my father was shocked as well.
My father took a deep breath and sighed, "Very well then. If you want to be a philanderer, go right ahead," he turned his head to me, "and if you want to be a slut, go ahead and do it," there was a sharp tone in his voice, "If you don't want to obey the only father that you have, then fine. I have a son and another daughter who happen to love me and listen to me."
"I do love you, Father," I said, "but I'm tired of trying to please you."
"Just go away, Midna, you too Eisadium. I don't want you here anymore."
Zant and I looked at each other. Zant stood up and we casually started to walk away as if nothing had happened saying nothing.
"I hope you haven't just made a huge mistake," Zant said, "Zatheon didn't seem too pleased."
"What's the worse he could do?"
"Disinherit you," he said bluntly
"Yes, but I do have family outside the Royal Family."
Zant sighed and pressed ahead.