Sorry for the wait! I couldn't get this chapter out for two reasons. First, tweaking the end was difficult! :( And also, I was trying really hard to finish writing the song that Meghan writes, since it appears in this chapter, but to me, lyrics have become the hardest things ever, especially when you're trying to write them from another person's perspective about some happy even that is not happening to you. XD Still, I'll post a bit of the piano on my blog, if you're interested in hearing. :D The main melody contains the leitmotif, or recurring theme, that is symbolic of the love between Meghan and Link in its various forms, so now you know. XD


Chapter XIX Part II – I Could Never Be Anyone Without This ("And She Waited" – Aberrant Bliss)


The room was so much warmer than outside, and it looked completely different than usual. Everyone had done a beautiful job decorating the ballroom at the castle. The good old ballroom, where all those celebrations had taken place, so many times. They were the only ones there so far, since they had left before everything else. They had the giant, echoing room to themselves for just a few moments.

Link looked around with a giant smile on his face, then he turned to Meghan. They hadn't said anything to each other yet, just grasped each others' hands tightly the whole ride. Maybe they were both trying to figure out the first things to say to each other, as husband and wife. Meghan felt too young for this (she was still a teenager, still only seventeen!), but at the same time, she felt like she'd grown ten years older in the last twenty minutes.

He looked like he was about to say something. She smiled, then laughed, looking away. He couldn't help it and started laughing too.

"What's so funny?" he finally said.

"This is so weird!" she said. So much for the first words. "It shouldn't feel any different, right? But it does! It feels so different!"

"It does, doesn't it? I like it. It feels freer." He grinned widely, waving his hand around.

"Is that it? Is this what freedom feels like?"

She laughed.

"Do you like it?"

"Yeah, I think I do." She strayed from him and spun around on the dance floor, her dress spinning along with her. He went and caught her, leaning her back and kissing her.

"You know, I love you," he said, his face close to hers.

"Of course." She smiled. He pulled up straight, his arm around her back, pulling her close to him.

The main door, at the top of the grand staircase, opened slowly. They looked up to see who it was. Sierace peeked through the door. She was clad in a beautiful, icy blue, strapless dress. The skirt hung straight down from her frame and was made from layers of flowing, semi-sheer material, and her hair was pulled up into a bun, but strands fell over her face and onto her shoulders. She smiled at them tentatively, the skirt gathered slightly in her hands.

Link shot her a smile. She rushed down the stairs, colliding into the two of them in a group hug.

"Welcome to our family, Meghan, welcome! Congratulations. You have no idea how happy I am."

They could hear the emotion in her voice as the three embraced. All three felt like they belonged there, and they couldn't help but smile.

They heard a familiar tinkle, and looked to see Navi whizzing down to them.

"Hey, Navi!" they said.

"Congratulations, guys!" she squeaked, flying in excited figure eights. Link laughed and held his hand for her. She landed in it.

"Couldn't have done it without you, Navi," he said affectionately.

Navi beamed and flew over to Meghan. "Hey, you're like my sister now! Sister in law!" Meghan held out her hand, Navi landed, and Meghan planted a kiss on her head.

They heard a tiny sound again. They spotted Saria and Malon meekly peeking through the large doors.

"Hi!" Meghan waved, beckoning them forward. They quietly entered the room. "Come down!"

"Congratulations, guys!" Saria called, gliding gracefully down the stairs. Malon was right at her heels. "It was so beautiful! I wish you could have seen yourselves. I don't think anyone listened to a word poor old Rauru said!"

Link and Meghan laughed with embarrassment, throwing sideways glances at each other, thinking, well, who wouldn't be enraptured by the way they look?

Meghan laughed. The door opened again, and this time it was the band. Kazana and Mayano, their Zora musician friends, floated down the stairs. Ruto came in a few seconds behind them.

"Hey! Congrats!" Kazana said to Meghan. She gave Meghan a moist hug. Mayo shook Link's hand.

"Thank you!" Meghan said. They went to set up their instruments on the little stage. Meghan eyed the piano nervously, suddenly remembering her song. She knew she had it down, but she was afraid she'd make a mistake. She put it out of her mind. The day was still young!

More and more people started coming in, all congratulating them and talking them. They couldn't move more than an inch for almost an hour. Link had a few thoughts that he refused to ruminate over, about how this reminded him of a very different situation…where black and darkness took the place of the pure white and light of this moment. He couldn't help the thoughts, but they would not bring him down in this moment. He squeezed her around the waist tighter.

Meghan was glad for the good music in the background, oblivious to Link's memories. There were many songs that Mayo and Kazana's band had written that they were playing, but Meghan had also taught them a few songs from back home over the last few weeks. She couldn't wait for them to play one!

There was food, music, a lot of people, and pretty much an over abundance of everything else good. But it seemed like the more time they spent at this reception, the more they just wanted to be alone. Link wouldn't tell her where they were going after the reception, and she couldn't imagine where he could take her that would be a true surprise. She shook herself free of the impatience and went with him to sit at their table to eat. As usual, the food was delicious. She tasted it, but didn't pay much attention to it. Their hands were grasped, as usual, under the table. Her foot tapped impatiently under the table as they waited for everyone to finish eating.

"What's up?" he asked, laughing. "Why are you so jumpy?"

"Is everyone finished yet?" She tried to find Granice among the people. Meghan met the cook's eye, and Granice nodded to her, standing with a smile.

"Why?" he asked.

"Cake!" she said, pushing her chair back.

"Cake?"

"Well, you know this, in America, it is tradition to have a cake, but it usually looks a lot different than a birthday cake! I'll show you."

Granice had gotten up and went through the kitchen doors. A second later, she wheeled in a four-tiered cake on a cart. It was gigantic and was colored white and with red ribbon-like designs. It was amazing, especially for someone who had just begun making cakes a few weeks ago. Granice was just awesome with all things food.

"Whoa," Link cried, perplexed. "That's edible?"

"Of course, silly!"

People started whisper to each other when they first spotted the monstrosity, no doubt wondering what the hell it was. Especially the people they didn't know as well. Meghan laughed.

"I think you owe everyone an explanation," Link said, laughing as well. Granice pushed it up to the front of the room. There was a knife to cut it and two plates right next to the cake.

"I probably should have explained this to you first," she said with a sheepish grin. "It's a funny tradition."

"OK, but you have to explain to everyone else first. Get up there," he said, pushing her onto the dais at the head of the room and following her. She laughed nervously. "Should I be all formal?" she whispered to him.

"If you want to be."

"OK. Um, hi…everyone! Hey…?" Everyone quieted down. "Hi, thanks. Um, well yeah, we'd like to thank you for coming. This is…super special, I guess, and it means a lot to us that everyone could come help us…celebrate this. Haha. So yeah. You're probably all wondering what this thing is. Well, as you know, probably, I'm from another country, and our weddings are a lot different. So this is a cake and it's a tradition in America to eat it at weddings." She laughed. "It's really yummy. Granice made it! I want you all to try it once we've cut it. It's a dessert. But first it's tradition for me and Link to like…have a bite of it."

She turned to him and smiled. "This is where you come in." She rose up on her toes to whisper in his ear. "Why do I always do the public speaking? I don't think you ever have!"

He laughed. "So?"

She giggled. "OK, this might seem a little complicated but we have to do it, OK?"

"OK!"

"OK, come here."

They stepped off of the dais and in front of the cake. Meghan picked up the knife. He reached his hand to take it away from her.

"No, you have to put your hand over mine," she said, taking his raised hand and fitting it over hers. She was smiling widely. "Now we cut a small piece."

They maneuvered the knife into the soft cake, pressing down on one side and then another. Meghan pushed the flat side of the knife under the cake and lifted it out, dropping it onto the plate. She split the small piece into two smaller pieces. The whole room was nearly silent.

"Take a piece," she instructed.

"With what?" he asked, not seeing a fork.

She laughed. "Your hand!" She picked up the outermost piece, the part with the most icing. He looked shocked, grinning from the corner of his mouth. "This is the complicated part! Open your mouth."

"Why?" he asked, surprised.

"I have to get this in there."

"Seriously?" he asked, laughing hard now.

"Yes! just do it! Ready? One, two, three!"

They hesitated for just a second before stuffing cake into each other's mouths. As soon as it was it, they both lurched their heads forward to avoid getting icing on their clothes. Meghan was laughing so hard with her mouthful of cake. She tried to chew quickly, putting her hand over her mouth. She realized this must have seemed absolutely ridiculous to everyone.

The room was quiet for a few seconds, but soon it was in stitches. Meghan's eyes began to water from all the laughing. She finally swallowed the giant burst. Link handed her a napkin and she delicately wiped her face. She looked up at him, and of course his face was perfectly free of rebel icing, but that only made her laugh harder.

The cake was wheeled away again to cut into portions for everyone. Meghan wished she had a camera very much, but she supposed the cake would have to live on in her memories. Everything here would. Seriously…when were they going to invent cameras?

The band started again, and Meghan and Link strayed to the dance floor, right in front of them. Sierace found her way to them and hugged them again. She was have a hard time getting over this married thing, even more than Link and Meghan.

Mayo started playing a familiar riff. Meghan looked up at him. Mayo was grinning at her. Meghan jumped up.

"Yes!" she cried. "Yes yes yes yes yes!" The singer stepped out of her place and Mayo beckoned Meghan to come up on the stage. She looked at Link, and he urged her forward. She gave him a kiss.

"Now I will tell you what I've done for you. Fifty-thousand tears I've cried. Screaming, deceiving, and bleeding for you, and you still won't hear me! I'm going under. Don't want your hand this time I'll save myself. Maybe I'll wake up for once…"

She sang her heart out. It was an amazing feeling, singing with the band! Mayo played everything perfectly after Meghan had written the music out for him as best she could from her memory.

"I'm going under, drowning in you! I'm falling forever. I've got to break through. I'm going under." (Dun dun, dun dun dun.)

She laughed as the song finished.

"Thanks, guys!" she said to the band. They smiled at her and she got off the stage with the help of Link.

"Great job!" he said, walking with her with his hand behind her back.

"Did you like it?"

"Of course! Should I guess who that song is by?"

"Go ahead and try! I bet you'll never get it."

"Hmm…Evanescence?"

"Gasp! How'd you know?" She grinned sheepishly.

"I knew…well, because I really have to go to the bathroom so I didn't have time to stand there and guess."

"Loser, if you have to go to the bathroom so much, then just go!"

"But I had to watch you perform."

She grinned and pushed him away. "Just go," she laughed, pushing him.

"Well, here is Zelda. She'll keep you company while I'm gone."

Zelda came up behind her and put her hands on Meghan's arm.

"Link, just go!"

He turned and ran off.

"Meghan!" Zelda cried. "How is it going?'

"What? Being married?" They embraced, Zelda rocking her back and forth affectionately.

"Yes!"

"Well, it's great so far," she said, drawing Zelda closer to whisper to her, "but I feel so impatient. I'm having so much fun here, but I just want to be with him, I think. It's like wanting to do two great things at once, you know?"

She smiled knowingly. "That was exactly how I felt."

Meghan spotted Dia, Celia, and Lacie together, their parents talking jovially a few feet away. Celia and Lacie held hands with little Dia and swayed to the music with her. Meghan and Zelda went to them.

"Hey!" she said to the girls. Dia's face lit up as Meghan approached. Celia and Lacie seemed excited, but held back. Dia went to hug her.

"Congratulations!" she said.

Meghan squeezed her. "Thank you, Dia!" She stood. "Wanna dance?" she asked the three.

Zelda held out her hands to the twins. They looked at each other, mouths open slightly. They were still getting used to being so close to the princess/queen. They shyly took Zelda's hands, then Meghan and Dia joined in to make a circle of swirly dresses and pastel colors. The band was playing an upbeat song and they laughed as they twirled.

It was a few very long minutes before Link came back, which led Meghan to be suspicious. There was no chance he wasn't planning something crazy. As usual. That dork.

But she received him as if she didn't expect anything. "Hey," she said, falling into his arms right away. He put his forehead against hers.

"Hey," he whispered, a smile on his lips. He was slightly cold, as though he'd been outside.

It was almost nine o'clock at night. Meghan had told Mayo and the band (complete with strings) that was when she would play her song. They would accompany her, and knew her piece well (better than she did, really). But she was getting nervous. How conceited was she to think that a song she had written was enough for him? But Mayo beckoned her forward again.

"Link, I have something for you."

"You do?" he asked.

"Yeah," she backed up out of his grasp, moving backward toward the piano on the stage. "Your present. I wrote it. I hope you like it."

They gave each other a little stare before she went to sit at the piano.

She began with a tiny motif, a sweet sound that piqued the interest of the crowd. She took a deep breath, feeling slightly strange in this moment, but then began to sing. The words spoke of conflict and resolution, hard times, but also the times that make everything better. She'd tried to stay away from cliché love lyrics while conveying the feeling at the same time. Tried. Probably failed. When the band kicked in with the strings, the epic chord progression created a deep-rooted feeling of hope and introspection in the listeners. Soon it came to an echoing end, then all was silent. She felt oddly emotional, unable to move or even look up from the piano for a moment.

People clapped for her. She stood shakily and shyly bowed. She met Link's gaze. His face was blank. He reached for her and pulled her down from the stage.

"Did you like it?" she whispered nervously. His face was against hers and he didn't speak a word. He was only silent. His arms gripped her tightly.

Somehow, his reaction was more rewarding than if he had once again told her that he had liked it.

"I am yours. And you are mine," he finally whispered. The room was silent as everyone watched them. He had no intentions of letting go any time soon.


The reception continued, and it seemed like all the guests were having fun. They would continue to have fun for however long they wanted, but that no longer concerned Meghan and Link.

Link had planned to leave at 10:30. A few minutes before then, they got back up on the dais. Meghan opened her mouth to speak, totally not expecting him to, because of his quietness and all, but Link got to it before she could.

"Thank you, everyone for coming. This was…amazing." His voice was clear. Meghan was certain he'd never spoken in front of so many people before, but he didn't even sound nervous or shaky. (Of course, leave it to him to be perfect at everything.) "We're going to go now, so we're bidding everyone a great night and next few days, too."

Meghan smiled next to him. His arm was around her waist.

"Thanks, guys. I love you all!" she said. "I guess we're off…" she said, mostly to herself.

They stepped off the dais and were surrounded instantly by a crowd of people. So much for saying goodbye to everyone at once…

All the sages were right in front of them. Meaningful glances were exchanged. Meghan and Link hugged the appropriate few (the ones who wouldn't kill them if they hugged them: Saria, Impa, and Nabooru) and exchanged words with the others (Darunia, Ruto). Rauru had split, though, since these situations weren't his cup of tea. Malon waited quietly next to Saria and they thanked her as well for getting the carriage and everything.

Then there was Sheftali, her husband Amalric, and the little ones. It was strange having Sheftali's husband around now. He'd never been around before a few months ago, when he had finally realized he needed to sober up and step up for his family. Now, he was all around the lab when he wasn't working. He was actually a really good person, as Meghan had come to realize, and he complimented Sheftali perfectly. Meghan pulled Dia into her arms, the girl who she was so fond of. She was the most adorable child Meghan had ever seen. Devan was getting older by the second, but he seemed to be more relaxed now that his father was better. Amalric congratulated them and Meghan gave Sheftali and tight hug.

"Best of luck to you and to your future," Sheftali whispered.

"Thank you."

Blocking the door, everyone was there. Gordley and Link the Gorons; Narma, Kiku, Shada, and Tamay the Gerudo girls; the Masitima family; the carpenters, the seamtresses who made Meghan's dress, and the tailors who made Link's tux; Lima and Garbanzo, with their children Kazana and Mayo, the Zora; Granice the wonderful cook and Umom Borabul, one of Zelda's officials; castle workers and soldiers with whom they'd made friends, even Liam's trainer and others still. It took a while to get to the back door. When they finally squeezed out, Sierace, Navi, Zelda, and Luke were waiting for them.

"Ready?" Luke asked.

"So, are you going to tell me now where we're going?" Meghan asked Link.

"No, actually." He put her shawl back over her shoulders, then started walking, with Sierace on his other side.

"When do you plan on letting me know?"

Navi was giggling. She landed on Link's head, using his hair to hold on as he walked.

"When we get there! I promise, everything will be explained."

"I bet you two already know," Meghan said to Zelda and Luke. They both turned and grinned at her. "See, there's never a deviance in things like this."

"You do the same exact thing to me, and Luke does it to Zelda and Zelda does it to Luke, so we're all guilty at some point."

"Sierace, where are we going?" Meghan asked, ignoring the other three.

"I'm not going. It's just you two," she said mischievously.

"Navi?" Meghan begged, looking up to the fairy riding atop Link's head.

"My lips are closed!" She gasped. "But oh! No! They're open! Oh no! I can't…talk…with…mouth…closed!"

They all laughed at the silly fairy.

"How long does it take to get there?"

"Not very long," Link said, still laughing. "Just hold on!"

They were traveling through the back way out of the castle, the direction that led to the stables. Epona was waiting for them outside the door, the new saddle Meghan had gotten for Link on her back. Oh yeah. That had been her birthday present for him. Kinda lame.

"This is your destination!"

"So why are you all here?" she asked flatly, jokingly.

"Wishing you luck!" Sierace said. She kissed Meghan on the cheek. "Welcome to the family. We love you!" Meghan was pretty sure she was going to overdose on welcome fairly soon. And readiness. And lov—

Wait, no. The love was totally cool.

"And we must speak to you privately for a moment, Meghan," Zelda said, drawing Meghan aside. Link and Luke strayed away. "Tonight…"

It only took a second for Meghan to realize where she was going.

"Eaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh stop right there, Zelda! No. It's cool. I uhhh…don't need to know."

"Meghan, it's customary for us to tell you…" Zelda was growing red. Sierace opened her mouth, looking sideways, but Meghan spoke first.

"Nah, it's OK, really. That stuff won't be happening. And besides, I know everything there is to know. Health class. Back on Earth. Got that covered. It's all good. Thanks, though." She couldn't believe this. And now everyone expected her to. God damn it, she was only seventeen. There was no way. Aiyaaaaaa, and Sierace was there too! Awkward.

Zelda tilted her head to the side. Then she smiled. "All right, then. Best of luck."

Meghan glanced over at Link. Luke was talking quietly to him. Link was listening politely, but he had that "Luke is going at it again" look. He glanced over at Meghan and smirked. She smiled back, knowing whatever Luke was telling him was crazy and/or unnecessary.

When Luke was finished with his bezoomy*? story, Meghan and Link met up again.

"Ready for real this time?" he asked, a tint of a smile on his angelic face.

"I'm done answering this question," Meghan joked. But she really was tired of it.

"OK, then, up you go." He knocked her into his arms so suddenly that she gasped. He lifted her up to sit sidesaddle on Epona, and then climbed on himself. Navi flew to both their cheeks and gave them her signature tiny kisses, then zoomed off, back to stand on Sierace's head.

Meghan waved timidly at them, knowing they were thinking she'd be off to do something dirty. Which wasn't true.

Epona started off on the path around the castle that led through Hyrule Castle Town and out onto the field. It was dark, but the moon lit their way. He held her safely and securely. They were headed in the direction of the woods to the right of the castle, where the Unicorn Fountain was. She wondered if maybe that was where he was taking her. What if all along, he had known where it was? But it didn't seem like a very comfortable honeymooning location. But who knew—he was full of surprises sometimes. Actually all the time.

They entered the forest, which was starting to confirm Meghan's suspicions. She was almost going to voice her guess, but she closed her mouth again. He wouldn't say. Yet. He lit the lantern hanging from Epona's saddle and held it out.

But he went past the turn that would lead to the fountain. She was both relieved and more curious. What could possibly be in the middle of a forest? They rode a few minutes through monotonous woods on a faint but clear pathway.

Then she saw it. There was a clearing just ahead. In the darkness, it looked like thick grass grew on the ground. There was a tiny stone path to a little stone cottage, lanterns laying about so that they could see the whole area clearly. The house was adorable and seemed very well taken care of. Or new.

"What is it?"

"It's ours," he said nonchalantly as he got off Epona.

"Is this like…a, uh, vacation house or something?"

"No, love," he said, pulling her down. He held her in his arms and she put her arms around his neck. "It's our home. Ours."

She stared at him in the dim light. "Like…"

"Like, we're going to live here now…unless you don't like it. Or don't want to." He laughed. He was nervous. He could only hope she'd like his plan. Maybe he shouldn't have said it so forcefully. The thoughts of doubt he'd occasionally had were rearing up again—what if she didn't want to live out here? What if she hated the house? What if she was upset because he hadn't let her in on picking and designing their home? But he couldn't help his nature—he loved seeing her surprised reactions to everything.

"We have a house?" The reality of it was so shocking…

"We do. We have a home."

"Where did it come from?" She was so surprised. She wasn't sure if she was happy or what. It was so unexpected. Weren't they looking for a house in Hyrule Castle Town? She didn't know where she'd wanted to live, but she wouldn't have minded Hyrule Castle Town, or Kakariko…

Somehow, this was just too perfect…

"Well, you know how I've been disappearing a lot lately, for wedding things?" He started walking to the front door. "Well, really I've been coming here to finish this. We finally did finish it, last week, everything that I could finish without you."

She knew he was up to something, when she'd caught him almost coming here! That had been what he was doing!

"I…" This meant she wouldn't live in the castle anymore. Ever.

"It's…I mean…it's really simple…I don't think we could afford anything much larger, but I gave it everything I think we could. I hope you like it. If you want to change anything, just tell me. Or do it."

"Link…how are we paying for this?" It was the only logical thing she could think to say.

"Don't worry! I knew you'd worry about that. We're going to pay for it. It cost just over 10,000 rupees. We're going to pay in installments. Don't worry. We're going to do it together."

She smiled.

"Good, you're smiling!"

"I want to see," she said, finally taking interest in the actual house rather than the idea of it.

"Right." He opened the door and lit the candles inside. He let her down just inside. The front area was really two rooms. On the left side, there was a kitchen with a small table in the middle of it, small ceramic tiles on the floor. The sink was right in front of a window that faced out to the front of the house. To the right, there was a living room. Against the right wall, there was a couch, and a coffee table in front of that. On the front wall, there was a fireplace. But what amazed Meghan…

"…My piano," she said, with surprise and wonder in her voice. "How did it get here? It was in my room this morning! I would have noticed it if was gone!"

"When I had to go to the bathroom before, I was really just helping Luke and Amalric bring it over here…"

"Oh." It matched the room perfectly. She wouldn't be surprised if he had designed the room around the piano, or the idea of it anyway. In ways, she was quite sad that she wouldn't be in her castle apartment anymore, and somehow the piano looked less regal here. But where it lacked in majesty, it gained warmth and love. It was in the corner, against the far wall.

"So…so far? Do you like it?"

"Yes…" she said.

"Would you like to see more?"

"Yeah, I would." She was in such wonder that it was hard to say anything. He turned and gently locked the front door, then they took their shoes off (welp, he had to help her with that because of that silly dress). With his hand behind her back, he guided her forward, down the hallway straight ahead. The doors were all closed, but she counted four of them. He opened the first one on the right. Inside was a bathroom. It had everything. It was small and reminded her more of a bathroom from home, save for the claw footed bath tub.

"Sorry, no dressing room," he said with a smile.

"I suppose I can do without that. We don't need a 'Link's Stuff Room' anymore, anyway, right?"

"My stuff can go wherever you want it to go."

She smiled. "Loser."

He left that door open and led the way to the next room on the right. Before he opened it, he said, "This isn't really anything yet…I don't know what it could be, but right now, I suppose we are storing things here."

The room was kinda smallish and pretty empty but for two wooden boxes in the corner, and it was cold. It was a blue color, but it was very dark, with the only light streaming in from the end of the small hallway. There was a door to outside in the back.

"That's OK," she said. "We can make it into something."

He closed the door. They turned around to the door across the hall. It was a small, bright yellow bedroom with a small closet. There was a small, empty bed in the top right corner, but the rest was empty.

He shrugged. "Guest bedroom, or something," he mumbled.

She smiled, but her heart was beating strangely quickly.

"And…this is the last room…" he said with a tiny blush. She smiled and bit her lip.

He opened the last door. It was already lit with candles, and was by far the most decorated in the house. The walls were a golden beige color. A queen-sized bed was opposite the door and was framed by windows on either side. The comforter on the bed was an intricate gold and red embroidered pattern. The curtains, drawn on the windows, were the same red as the comforter. There was a short dresser with a mirror on their left against the wall. It was made from a dark wood that went beautifully with the other colors in the room. There were two nightstands on either side of the bed in the same wood. On the right side of the room there was a long wardrobe. The floor was hard wood, but there was a giant, gorgeous, plush-looking rug underneath the bed that extended a few feet out from it.

It was the epitome of perfect.

"What do you think?" he asked quietly.

"Did you do this?"

"Most of it," he said.

"You're amazing," she said breathily, and then she kissed him.

"Do you really like it?" he asked seriously, with her lips still touching his.

"No, silly, I hate it," she said fiercely. He smiled, placing his fingers on her back. The corset, however, was thick and he couldn't feel her beneath it. She looked so beautiful in the dress, as he'd expected, buuut she didn't like dresses that much, right?

She was pressed up close to him and he couldn't keep himself from pulling at the red ribbons that held the corset in place. The shawl fell off of her shoulders onto the floor. His mouth kissed the curve in her neck as the corset grew looser and looser. Her lips were parted slightly, and she was breathing heavily, strange tingles and a nervous feeling throughout her core.

A second later, the dress was falling away from her frame. It slid down her body onto a rather tall heap on the floor. She still wore a white, strapless undershirt and panties. She stepped out of the dress and pushed him out of the tux jacket. He pulled her close to his body so he could carry her to the bed. He gently placed her onto it. She instantly melted.

"Do you like it?" he whispered.

"Of course, you crazy person. Don't worry…I love this." She thought for a moment, taking this all in. There was some kind of safety blanket pulled from her. She'd grown used to living in the castle, and she felt unready to live a real life now. "I wonder what people think of us. I'm so little. I didn't think I'd have my own house when I was seventeen. I'm supposed to be living with my parents…most high school kids in America with boyfriends don't even live with their boyfriends…" She was kind of a freak.

"But you don't have a boyfriend anymore," he said with a laugh. "I'm not your boyfriend, and I wish you wouldn't think of me like that. And I wish you wouldn't think of other people, either. This is our life now, Megs. Do whatever with it that you want."

"I'm sorry, my love. I have a husband," she said, reaching up to touch his face. She pulled him down to kiss him. "I want to give him everything. I love him so much and I think he loves me."

"I do," he whispered.


Lalalalalala CREDITZ
(Credits song: "Bedshaped" by Keane)

Cast:

Link Aleron Navi – Anthony Beaston

Meghan Black – Young Amy Lee? The world may never know~

Zelda Azalea Hyrule – Taylor Swift (loooolz I know)

Luke Rinelo Hyrule – Ewan McGreggor. PERFECT.
Navi – Light Bulb

Liam – POOCHIE

EW Ganon – ew

Shina – ew.

Sierace Quinoa – Melanie Laurent

Sheftali Peech – Not sure yet

Dia Peech – Claire Geare

Devan Peech – maybe Gulliver McGrath?

Erol Masitima - Asa Butterfield! He's perfect!

Saria!
Malon!
Nabooru!
Darunia!
Ruto!
Rauru!
Etc etc.

Music:
It inspired everything. This is a glorified song fic. Full (giant) playlist soon to be on the blog!

Special Thanks:
~These wonderful reviewers, whosahassa and HereComeTheDrums, who inspired me to continue when I totally thought I wasn't going to, years later. Thank you so much, from the bottom of my heart. It means the whole world to me.

~My friends who listen to me talk on and on about these story things. Most specifically, my dearest Laila, my love Simon, and Tony!

~My parents. Especially my dad, because he's probably the only person who listens to me talk about these things for hours and actually asks questions and tries to understand all my silly little ideas. XD

~YOU. EVERYONE ELSE. COOKIES.


All right, that's the end of this story in the canonical storyline (well, canon ASW-wise, obviously not in Zelda land. XD)! I know, I know. It's a terrible ending. I have a different ending, but It's even more terrible and not something that I want to share (just them having a super dumb conversation) so I just made this stupid ending for ff. net. Oh wellz, I sowwy, I've been trying for days but nothing came to me. O.o Of the first three stories, this definitely has the worst ending. XD

So, I usually hate asking for reviews. Really. I'd rather one spontaneous review over fifty forced ones, believe me. But I'm really curious because I'm terrible, but I like to look at the hit count for my stories and see that people seem to be reading, but I'm not sure if they're just browsing or actually reading…so do you think you could tell me if you've finished reading? You totally don't have to say what you thought about it. You could just be like "hi I READ YOUR WHOLE STORY." That would make me happy. Also criticism. That also makes me happy (well I guess mean crit wouldn't, but you get what I mean XD). I'd love to know what I can improve upon! Reallyreallyreally! But I'm not asking for that. I'd simply love to know if you read. :)

I suppose I'll post my real end author's note in the very last chapter. I dunno when that will be out. I suppose I'm like a quarter done with it? I'll work on it, I swear! :D I'll try to have it by next week. :D


-*~Thank you so much.~*-