A/N: I really want to apologize for not updating for several months. My mental health kinda went downhill and I lost all motivation to write. I just picked it up recently, as I'm in a writing class again and it's kinda making feel a bit better about myself. But I still feel like crap ay! Plus my college music class has turned to hell as I have to write a symphonic orchestra piece (concert band and string orchestra combine!). But the main reason for not updating was my mental health. I haven't really been able to handle a lot at this point in time. I read through all the reviews I got while I was ill and... I'm really kinda annoyed but I'm not going to address most of them. Only one. To the person who said a snarky comment about how I said I was going to try to update biweekly (which was almost two years ago! when I was working on my first fanfiction! when I was in 10th grade and not a ton to worry about!) please leave me alone? I never said on this fic that I would be updating biweekly. I never said that for this fic. I have learned that writing takes time, and that with school, writing time is limited!

Anyways - thanks for those who are still here after this long time! I'm sorry this chapter is kinda short! They'll start to get longer again. I just need to put this to help push me to start writing again.

Link stared at the wall as Midna laid in their bed. It was rather early in the morning in the twilit realm - the couple easily snuck into their own palace without waking Midna's parents. Link insisted for a while that Midna should rest the whole day, but she refused each time, only saying that her mishap was just an episode.

The blond pondered his wife as she stood in front of their mirror, analyzing her frame as she did her hair. Her eyes wandered everywhere else on her except where her hands were focused. Link just shook his head, crossing one leg over the other, staring at the door.

"Do we have to go to council today?" The hylian mumbled. "I really don't want you to, after your so-called episode."

Spinning around to face her husband, the twili had one brow raise and a smirk on her lips. "Link, I'm fine. You need to stop worrying - I'm completely fine." Link just rolled his eyes, as his wife began to giggle. "Besides, you have to meet my parents."

Link sat next to Midna as they watched the council fill in. They all came in with smiles and good news, apparently.

"They all seem glad that we're back," Link whispered, resting his hand atop Midna's.

She nodded. "They do. But, they also know the former king and queen are coming today. They were the people they knew as rulers when they were children."

Link shrugged, slouching in his throne. He felt like a mess and assured himself that he definitely looked it. With a sigh, he glanced over at Midna once again. He was in denial. She was telling him that she was fine. He knew she was not. Oh how he wished Khina were here. He needed her. She was the only one Link really trusted as much as Midna.

A loud cheer broke Link's train of thought. The chairs of the council were filled. Midna and the delegates rose. Link followed.

Entering from the back were two, older, twili. Link presumed, Midna's mother and father.

Turning to Link, Midna whispered, "My mother's name is Rellen, and my father is Ryln." Link nodded. "My father will probably be tough on you tonight."

With a deep breath, Link smiled at his wife, then returned to face the council and the former rulers. There were small thrones placed in the center aisle of the delegate's desks. The couple passed their seats at first, and approached the thrones of Link and Midna. Ryln stood in front of his, and Rellen in front of Midna.

Link knew twili were tall - but he was also a short hylian. He gulped as Ryln's red pupils stared into his own. The expression on his face wasn't the most pleasant, either. Link grinned awkwardly, feeling sweat bead up around his hairline. With a grunt, Ryln took a step back, turned, took his wife's hand and made his way to his seat.

As the man sat, his eyes continued to focus on Link. In sync, the former and current monarchs took their seats, signaling the start of the session. The hylian fidgeted in his seat as the older generation began to talk. He felt his heart race and the sweat bead up around his forehead. He tried to discreetly play with his hands, knotting his fingers together, to attempt to assuage his nerves. Sadly, his motives weren't kept so hidden.

"Sir Link," one of the council members in the front of the room spoke. "Are you okay? You don't look so well…"

Link felt all the eyes of the room center in on him. His face flushed and he sadistically laughed. "I'm fine.. I'm fine.. I'm just a little bit nervous.. that's all…" He tried to keep his cool in front of Midna's parents. That was what he was so brutally scared about.

"Link," he heard his wife. She rested her hand on top of his. "It's okay. Please, go rest. You look really ill, actually."

"Midna I'm fi-" Link tried to shrug it off before being cut off.

"Link," Midna firmly stated, "Please just go rest."

With a sigh and frown, Link nodded. "Okay."

He began to stand, feeling his knees shake. As Link began to walk away, he sternly concentrated on the movement of his legs - he felt like a dizzy spell was taking over and he wanted to fall. He didn't turn back to face the council as he was struggling to make it out of the room, right at the doorway, he halted. The council had already returned to vital discussions - he was off on the side. Nobody noticed him continuing to stand there.

Taking a quick glance back at Midna, Link grinned. She looked and sounded like a powerful leader. Unlike himself, taking a sigh and sniffle, Link rested his head against the wall, feeling a cringing paint evelop him.

Lifting his head back up to continue walking, blackness scourged Link's vision, his knees buckling, his body hitting the ground with a thud. He groaned, curling up in a ball. A high pitched ringing in his ears and stars in his eyes. Link heard a familiar voice call his name, until it all faded into nothing.

Link was out cold in the bed. The council members had helped Midna get her husband back to their room. It was just her, her parents and Link in the room now.

Ryln paced around the room, arms folded and brows furrowed. "Why is your husband like this? He should be stronger than that." He spat. "Why didn't you just marry somebody of your own kind? You wouldn't have to deal with this bullsh-"

"Father!" Midna hissed at him. "I married who I love. I love him. And after all he's been though, he has anxiety issues. And there are times, like today, which it is bad. He was already stressed because he knew that you aren't that fond of him. He just wants to do his best at his job. Plus, you two don't know what we've been through in the past year! There's been a lot that has hurt him."

"Like what?" Ryln grumbled. "He's the Hero of Twilight, he should be able to handle anything!"

"No, he shouldn't be faced with that responsibility," Midna sighed bitterly, taking her husband's hand in hers. "He's a person, too. Fighting in a war, by himself… that really affected him."

It was then, that Rellen spoke up. "Midna has a point. He's just a person, like you or I. He's not a god-like being. He's a mortal like you and I."

Midna smiled a bit, seeing her mother was on her side.

"Tch." Ryln grumbled. "I still don't like him."

Midna rolled her eyes, before her face flushed red from her mother's words.

"So when were you going to tell us about this?" Rellen pointed to the half-finished crib in the side of the room.

Laughing sarcastically, Midna shrugged her shoulders. "Oh… that was from when I erm… miscarried."

"We heard about that," Rellen spoke softly. "We heard about it as soon as it was the reason that the old council was dismissed. Now, what I'm talking about is now. I can sense things, honey. I'm your mother. There's twili magic because of our direct relationship - I can sense it."

"Mom I'm not pregnant," Midna abruptly responded. "We haven't really tried in a while."

Rellen shrugged her shoulders, resting her hand on her daughter's shoulders. "You think about that again and come talk to me. I want to be the first to hear." Kissing her daughter's cheek, Rellen headed to the door, opening it, allowing Ryln out first.

Once she exited and was about to close the door, Rellen popped her head back in. "You better tell him before you start showing."

Midna furrowed her brows in confusion. Her mother was crazy. Her mother… just wanted a grandchild. That's all it was. Midna laughed, rubbing the top of Link's hand. Khina was coming up to see Link soon. Midna just wanted her to check him over after the day's incident. She would figure she'd ask her a few questions when she was here.

Khina was the doctor, after all.