Nnamdi was quickly approching her tenth birthday. My mind was on so many different things. Zatheon appearently wanted to have me married before the end of the year. It was odd not having Zimraam around, not that I was all that fond of him. Nnamdi sure didn't mind it. I let her sleep in bed with me which was a nice change from my closet.

Quadna got to come home for her father's funeral. She was very upset. The poor girl never gets to see her family and then her father dies. She felt better after I told her that I was only eighteen months old when my mother died.

In fact, I have been thinking about my mother a lot lately. I don't remember her at all, but I've seen paintings of her. I look like her. The only thing that I seem to inherit from my father is my red eyes. The more I thought about her, the more I realized that she was a manipulative little weasel. It perplexed me how she went from a family that were basically servants at court to Queen of the Twilight Realm. From things that I've heard is that it was her father's plan to rise her up with her marriage (since she was the first born daughter), and since she was an avid mind reader, she twisted my father's thoughts so he'd fall in love with her. Whether or not this is true, I guess I'll never know.

Nnamdi was getting taller. I measured her and she came in at about five feet two inches, meaning she had grown four inches since October.

I went to visit Zant one day. I sat down in front of his cell and he sat in front of the bars.

"It's kind of cold yet for you not to be wearing any shoes," he said noticing my bare footedness, "Even I'm wearing shoes."

I smiled a bit, "Well, it's colder down here than is upstairs."

"Yeah," he paused and looked around, "You're awfully quite today."

I sighed, "I just have a lot on my mind."

He leaned forward, "Well, I'm confined to a twelve by twelve cell, so speak."

"I'm just kind of depressed. I'm a widow and my son hates me. He hasn't said more than two words to me since the fight. He refuses to be my slave."

"Well that sucks."

"Yeah. There's something else."

"Hmm?"

"Umm, I'm not very comfortable talking about it."

"I don't give a fuck. I don't judge."

I sighed, "I think I might be pregnant."

He looked surprised, "Zimraam managed to get another one in there."

"I guess."

"You guess?" He shook his head, "Oh, don't tell me there's another canidate. Five children from four different fathers. Geez, girl, you get around!"

"No, there's not another canidate."

"So, it's Zimraam?"

"No."

"Well then, it's another person."

"It is."

"Who the fuck is it?"

"You!"

I buried my head in my hands. Hard not to cry, but it was hard. We sat there in silence for a minute, then he spoke.

"Wow."

"Shut up! Do you have any idea what's going to happen to me if I am pregnant and it's not Zimraam's baby?"

"No, please explain."

"My reputation will be forever ruined, and you will probably be killed!"

"So what? Why would you care what others have to say? I used to, but I learned very quickly that I am the most hated person in Twili history," he laughed a little, "How would you like to have that title hanging over your head? And why would you care what happens to me? You've told many times before that you want me gone."

"I care because I do. You're my only friend. You're the only one that I can trust to talk to, and the only one that always forgives me when we fight. You should hate me because of the things I've said about you and have done to you."

He looked around, "I've told you before, Midna. I live to please you. If having me around is your only source of comfort, then I'm glad to be here."

"I know, you've been telling me that since I was twelve."

"And eighteen years later it's still true," he smiled

"Sure," I said and sighed,"No offence to you, but I hope I'm not pregnant."

"I think you told me the same thing the first time around."

"Well, I bet Adjutor wishes that I hadn't really been pregnant."

Zant rolled his eyes, "So what, was a mistake. He needs to get over it. I was a mistake for gods sake."

I tried not to laugh

"It's true," Zant said, "My mom's been telling me that since I was two years old. Every time I see her she's like 'Zatheon, you're not supposed to be here. Your father and I didn't want you."

I laughed.

"Tell that ungrateful little bastard that you didn't even want him in the first place, that should staighten him up."

"No, he's already convinced himself that I didn't want him."

I stood up, "Well, I better go see what Nnamdi's up to."

"Have fun."

I walked away and towards my chamber. When I got there, she wasn't in plain view. I shut the door behind me.

"Nnamdi, you can come out, it's just me."

But she didn't. I knocked on the bathroom door, "Nnamdi?"

There was no reply, "Nnamdi, please come out. This isn't funny."

Still there was nothing. She knew that she had to stay in the bedroom when I wasn't there. Since she wasn't in there that could only mean one thing.

I ran out of my room and to the throne room as fast as I could knowing that if I was wrong about what had happened, I'd look like a total nut job.

I ran up the first flight of stairs and saw Zatheon just sitting there with one leg up on the the throne. He was smiling

"Where is she! What have you done with her!"

"Who? The girl I found in your room."

"Yes!"

"I locked her away in the dungeon. Why didn't you tell me you have another daugher?" he said very collectively

"Let her go this instant!"

"I'm afraid I can't do that," he stood up and started walking towards me, "You see, Midna, it's quite obvious that she's a bastard. Who would be the father of her."

"It's none of your god damn business!"

"Oh, believe me, it is."

"You don't know him. You'll never know him."

"I have records of every man in the Twilight Realm and where they live, I'll find out,"

"He's not from here."

Zatheon looked confused, "What do you mean, not from this province."

"Not from this world!"

"Oh, well then, I guess we'll just have to get rid of her."

"What are you gonna do!"

"End her. She doesn't deserve to be alive."

"No!" I exclaimed, "It's my fault! Have me killed instead!"

He shook his head, "Nope."

"Yes! I beg of you! It's not like she chose her parents!"

"Away with you. You have nothing intelligent to say."

I ran out of there. I made sure that I went around breaking every thing there was to break, even a portrait of our father. People vainly tried to stop me, but I would budge. I ran straight to Nnamdi, who was sitting in a cell crying.

"Nnamdi!"

She immediately crawled over to me, "Mommy!" she cried, "Why am I in here?"

"Because, King Zatheon doesn't find it suitable that you be alive anymore."

"What did I do!"

"Nothing."

"Then, why?"

"I don't know, Nnamdi, but I promise, I'll get you out of here somehow."

I walked away from her cell and went straight to Zant's.

"Wake your ass up right now!" I screamed at him.

He jumped and sprang, "What did I do now?"

I motioned him towards me. He came over and knelt down.

"There's something I want you to do for me."

"Hmm?"

I lowered my voice, "Kill Zatheon."

He kind of jerked away and looked at me like I was crazy, "Are you being serious?" he asked, "I remember you said you'd never allow me to do that."

"Well, I changed my mind," I gave him the key to unlock the cell, "Kill him."

"Why?"

"Because he found out about Nnamdi! He wants to kill her, and-and I don't want him to."

Started crying, "I don't want her gone! Please, Zant, please."

He looked at the key in his hands, "Ok, but I want something out of it."

"Anything!"

"When you become queen, you will set me free."

I nodded, "Ok. I will, I promise."

"Just go, and don't worry, " He jingled the keys, "I'll do it."

I stood up and walked to my chamber. I laid down on the bed and cried myself to sleep. My daughter's fate was in the hands of a complete pyschopath, but one that could get away with just about anything.