All right this is getting g ridiculous. I can't seem to get a good schedule down so posting will probs be between 11 am and 6:30 at the latest. Since my lunch hour is at 6, this works.
Anyway, enough rambling. Let the chaos commence!
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Chapter Fifteen
Sheik struggled to keep a yawn hidden behind her fan.
She smiled politely at Osfala, and the man happily continued on his rant. He was certainly knowledgeable, and under any other circumstances, Sheik would have gladly listened to his stories, but she had other guests to entertain, and she couldn't find a way to interrupt the scholar without insulting him.
She glanced to her left and caught Hilda's eye. Her lips twitched up as the dark-haired queen rolled her eyes with a smile.
Of all the royal guests to arrive for the Summit, she was most excited for Hilda. They'd become friends a few years ago, but were unable to meet often due to the vast distance between their two lands. This was the first time they'd seen each other since a disastrous luncheon in Lorule. Now, they sat in the pavilion in the West Gardens, enjoying the late summer warmth.
While Osfala lost himself in a tale, Hilda leaned close to Sheik. "You're thinking about the day Ravio spilled tea on Yuga, aren't you?"
Sheik pressed her lips into a tight line, keeping her gaze straight ahead. "It's hard not to think about when every time Sheerow flits in and out, Yuga tries to swat him out of the air," Sheik murmured back.
Hilda hid a giggle behind her fan. She straightened just as Osfala turned to them, a silly smile on his face. "Don't you agree, Your Majesties?"
"Of course," the two answered in unison, perfectly serious. Sheik took the break to stand, her burgundy gown falling in smooth folds. It wrapped around and exposed her shoulders, covered in glittering Sheikah symbols. "Shall we go to lunch?"
Osfala was on his feet in seconds, and Sheik accepted his arm gracefully. As confident in his own knowledge as he was, Sheik knew Osfala was a perfect gentleman, and simply wanted to impress the Imperial Princess along with his own sovereign. He kept up a constant stream as they entered the overhang, almost at their destination.
Sheik had tied her hair up in coiled braids, held in place with a silver crown, and the air from the open windows brushed her exposed skin. Beside her, on Ravio's arm (which had thrown Yuga into quite the hissy fit, as Hilda had whispered), Hilda was exquisite in a deep violet gown, complete with golden threads that glittered in the summer sunlit hall. Link followed along behind, with a mixture of Hylian and Lorulean Royal Guards.
The rest of the party was already at the luncheon. As Sheik and Hilda entered the garden pavilion, just outside Sheik's own tower room, she saw them stand and bow. Protocol and Sheik's own desire demanded that she entertain the Queen of Lorule herself, while the other members of Hilda's party were joined by Sheik's own council.
Ganondorf bowed low. "Your Majesties. Lovely to see you again, Queen Hilda."
"Likewise, my lord," Hilda answered, raising a brow at Sheik when Ganondorf had turned away. Sheik stifled a snort. Along with Ganondorf and Hilda's detail, Tetra and Ilayen were also there.
Tetra was resplendent in a deep sapphire gown that split up one side, bound at the edges with gold thread and a gold sash around her waist. Sapphires hung from her ears, and her twisted up hair was bright as the sunshine. Her sun-loved skin glowed. Beside her, Ilayen wore a deep black suit with the Sheikah crest in gray thread across the chest. When he turned to help Tetra into a seat, Sheik saw the Hylian Wingcrest sewn in gold thread on the back.
Sheik tore her gaze away, taking the seat Osfala offered her. She hadn't lied to Ilayen, about being happy for him and Tetra, but it would take some time to get used to.
With a deep breath, she stood and raised a glass of freshly-poured champagne. "To our guests," she called, smiling. "I hope this will be the start of a brighter age--for all of us."
Hilda inclined her head, raising her glass. "To our Imperial Princess and all her spot-on speeches." She winked.
Laughter rolled around the table. Sheik took her seat, snickering as she caught sight of Ravio trying to smuggle a glass of red wine under the table for Sheerow. Yuga glared at him.
The servants brought out the food, a blend of cuisine from both lands represented. "Will Queen Ambi be joining us?" Yuga asked.
Sheik shook her head. "I'm afraid not. Unless of your own volition, there will not be any meeting between rulers aside from the Summit itself--and, of course, the coronation balls." She smiled at Hilda. "I'm afraid that's too many parties than my staff can arrange."
Hilda smiled into her champagne. Ravio watched, Sheerow and the wine forgotten. He wasn't smiling.
Sheik continued reaching for the marinate, keeping an eye on the two Loruleans. Hilda had finished her glass and was pouring another. Ravio swallowed, looked away. Small chatter prevailed for a while, during which Sheik kept tabs on the Loruleans--Yuga in particular, as he had hardly taken his eyes from Hilda since they'd sat down. Even while he discussed history with Osfala, he shot glances at his queen more often than was necessary.
Around noon, they retired, bidding the Lorulean party a relaxing afternoon. As she climbed the stairs to her tower rooms, she turned over what she'd seen. She'd been hearing of trouble in Lorule for a long time now--since before she left a year prior. Clearly, Yuga and Ravio were a part of it. Sighing, Sheik stepped into her living room, turning her head at the sound of someone entering behind her.
"I wanted to talk," Link said, removing his cap. Sheik waved a hand, crossing to the table. The living room doubled as her dining room as well; through the door was her bedroom.
"So talk." Sheik poured a glass of water, drinking long and deep. Link fidgeted, running his hand through his hair several times, staring out the tall windows. Sheik waited, rifling through her schedule for the next week. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Link sigh.
"I want to find Zant's warrior."
Sheik spluttered, spewing water all over the table. Coughing, she stared through watering eyes at Link. "You what?" she choked.
Link waited for her to recover before answering. He himself was anxious, unable to keep still, swallowing several times. But amid all this, he held Sheik's gaze. His blue eyes were tired, but focused.
He's thought about this, Sheik realized. Clearing her throat, she gestured for him to sit at the table. "Why do you want to find him?" she asked as he settled down.
"I . . . I don't really know," Link admitted. "I just feel like . . . I know him. Do you remember when he stopped, suddenly?" he asked.
Sheik nodded. "Well, I've been thinking about that a lot," Link said. "I keep asking, why would he stop like that? Is he being forced? Did he see something? Did . . . did he recognize me somehow?"
Sheik lifted a brow. "How would he recognize you? Have you ever seen someone like that just walking around?"
Link shook his head. "I doubt it. But he probably doesn't wear that armor all the time. Which makes me think. What if Zant made him wear it so I couldn't see who it was? What if Zant knew?"
Once again, the sight of the execution flashed in Sheik's mind. She closed her eyes, but that only made it worse.
Warmth encompassed her hands, and she opened her eyes to see Link kneeling before her, worry creasing his brow. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I know it's hard for you. I shouldn't have . . ."
Sheik took a deep breath. "No, it's all right."
It wasn't, but that wasn't anything Sheik could help. And she didn't want to let Link go just yet. She clung to his hands, shivering only a little when his thumb rubbed over her palm.
"I've missed you," he murmured, staring at their hands, speaking the words that had been on Sheik's tongue. She smiled. "I miss bickering with you."
Link laughed. Sheik loved it when he laughed; it was such a pure sound, and it erased the confusion and unhappiness from his face. But too soon it was gone.
"I know I have no business asking, and it makes no sense besides, but . . . I can't sleep at night, Sheik. I keep wondering: where is he? Why am I so obssesed with him? I can't shake this feeling that I should be looking for him."
Sheik sighed through her nose, wishing she could give him some peace of mind. But she couldn't afford to let him go. She definitely couldn't risk him being on his own, searching for someone who was probably far away by now, and being murdered. She needed him here.
"I . . . can't allow you to do this," she told him gently, hating the way the hope on his face dissolved. "I'm sorry Link, but it's just too much right now. I need you here. But," she added, unable to help herself, "I can arrange search parties."
He raised his head. "I can't guarantee results," Sheik warned. "But I'll arrange for you and I to be notified immediately if your warrior is found."
Link took a shaky breath, letting her hands go. Sheik worried that she hadn't done enough--and as she worried, it turned to panic that Link might disappear in the night to find the warrior himself--but then he smiled, and raised Sheik up with him as he stood.
"Thank you," he sighed, and the relief in his eyes convinced Sheik that she'd done the right thing. But--
"Don't thank me just yet, we still don't know--"
She broke off as Link leaned forward and kissed her cheek. His lips were soft, and lingered on her skin a moment longer before he pulled away. He smiled bashfully. "I'll see you at dinner."
He left, shutting the door softly behind him. Sheik swayed, planting one hand on the table to steady herself and the other on her chest. Her heart thundered. She lifted her face to the ceiling. "What is this?"
The feeling stayed with her until she dressed for dinner, hardly aware of much of anything.
Unbeknownst to her, on the other side of her door, Link had sunk to the floor, hand fisting in his tunic. He could hardly breathe. "Goddesses," he whispered. "What is this?"
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By the time dinner rolled around, Sheik was feeling the effects of her time with Ilayen. Every muscle was sore, and sitting upright was an effort. She'd asked Mia for a comfortable dress to wear, something without too many bindings and especially no corsets. As always, her handmaiden had come through.
The white V-neck gown was lighter than air. The skirts flowed on their own every time Sheik moved, the sequined bodice glittering in the candlelight. She'd taken to eating with her council, but tonight, instead of talking, everyone was uncharacteristically quiet.
Sheik picked at her vegetables, her mind a dull swirl. Every so often, the image of Link kissing her cheek would surface, and she would become acutely aware of him sitting beside her.
She snuck a glance at him. He didn't seem any different. He was as collected as ever, his blue eyes staring thoughtfully ahead as he ate his dinner.
Sheik felt a pang in her chest. She really did miss him. She missed their easy companionship with each other and their travels and their arguments over direction. She missed the way he always had some smart remark, and how he always had an ace up his sleeve during a fight.
Yet another reason why she hated the court. You couldn't just talk to anyone, they had to be a lord or a lady or a courtier. Anyone below that were not worth a noble's time, especially guards. Even Royal ones. Just getting the court to get off her back about Link joining her for dinner every night was a battle.
Despite the fact that the day after Sheik had been attacked upon her return, and Link had been reinstated into the Royal Guard and then promoted to Sheik's personal guard, they weren't able to converse as they once had. Gone was their companionship, replaced by court stiffness and distance. Of course, they had their moments: Link had sent her many a smile during boring meetings and ceremonies, and Sheik had rolled her eyes at him more than once at a courtier's aggressive advances. But still. They were secret, carefully planted, and they never lasted.
Sheik meant to change that. Even if it made both of them a pariah in their own classes, she wanted her friend back.
Sighing once again, she pushed her food around her plate. Her friend. My friend. Link's request still bothered her, in more ways than before. If he was so desperate to find this warrior, who was she to stop him? She was the princess, yes, but she'd die before she ever used that excuse, on him most of all.
She'd meant what she told him. She would try to find his warrior, but it wasn't as if the man would make it easy. And where would Sheik even begin to look?
She fell into a slouch. If he'd been fighting for Zant, he would be somewhere in Twilight, probably. But now that Zant was dead, would he stay? Would Zant's loyalists have moved on--either assimilate back into the Hylian Empire, or simply disappear? And if Link's suspicions were correct, and the warrior had been fighting against his will, then he may not even be in Twilight anymore. He could be anywhere.
Sheik wracked her mind for some clue. Zant had lost it when the warrior had stopped, even going so far as to knock him out when the fight was lost. He'd sustained several injuries, as well. It had been over a month since then, but one didn't recover from a stab wound through the gut easily. Link had said the warrior had been alive when Zant had taken him, but there was no guarantee he still was.
So was she sending her soldiers on a goose chase? If he had survived, she doubted Zant would have wanted the warrior out of sight. Even with his wound, he'd been dragged away rather than abandoned. Most would have just left one so gravely injured. Then Zant wanted him alive for some reason, Sheik reasoned. To fight Link again, if given the chance?
If she hadn't hated Zant before, she certainly did now. He was using the warrior as a pawn, a piece of meat to be broken and fixed up whenever he was needed.
But . . . if he'd been dragged away, then Zant must have had a hideout of some kind, someplace he could fix the warrior and plan his next move. Perhaps Midna would know?
Sheik thought of all the places Zant could have used as a base. Not many came to mind, but one stuck out.
"The Palace," she murmured, staring at her plate. Link glanced at her.
It made sense. The old Palace of Twilight was already connected to Zant through the Riots, which Zant had incited. All in order to steal the Sol for the restoration of the Palace.
It was as good as she would get. She'd speak about it tomorrow, though she'd keep it quiet. The fewer people that knew about this, the better.
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When Sheik entered the council room the next day, comfortable in a new cashmere sweater and leggings, she found Rauru, Impa and Link already there. The latter two were in full dress. Link's captain pins shone in the sunlight.
They stood and bowed as she entered. "Princess," Impa began, in her deep tone. "What is this about?"
"A moment to get settled, Commander, and I will get to it," Sheik answered, easing into her seat. A night's sleep had only worsened the soreness in her muscles. I'm more out of shape than I thought.
Impa bowed her head. Ponytail swinging, Sheik scooted her chair forward. "I've called you here due to a request from Captain Link," she said. "Let me explain."
As soon as she had finished, Impa exploded out of her chair. "Excuse me, princess, but this is absurd! We cannot afford to send our soldiers gallivanting about the empire, searching for an enemy who is probably dead anyway."
Link flinched. It was subtle, barely noticeable, but Sheik saw it. Anger flooded her veins. "Discretion, Commander," she snapped. "You ought to have more consideration before you decide."
Impa opened her mouth, but apparently registered the wrath in her princess's eyes. Slowly she sat, her red eyes brimming with argument.
"We all know Link," Sheik said, her voice clear and strong. "Have any of us here ever had reason to believe he is the type to go 'gallivanting about the empire', as our dear Commander put it, without good reason?"
Rauru's clear "No" nearly drowned out Impa's mutter. Sheik continued, "We have as solid a case to investigate as we will get. Finding this warrior gives us so much more than our captain's peace of mind. We would have an inside on the workings of our enemy. Is that truly not worth searching for?"
Her words seemed to have brought home the enormity of their goal. Sheik had been thinking it over the previous night, and it had hit her like a brick. There was so much more at stake.
Impa had sat up straighter. "Shall I get a team together?"
Sheik nodded. "Immediately."
Rauru rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Perhaps Ilayen should lead it? I think--"
"It would be best if your nephew stayed home," Sheik interrupted. Rauru looked up at her. "Forgive me, Princess, but why is that?"
Sheik laid her hands on the flat surface of the table. "Ilayen has already proven himself a capable Sheikah warrior. I do not doubt his skill, Commander, but he is due to announce his betrothal to Lady Tetra soon, in addition to his official naming as your heir. I think it would be wisest to keep him here, where our enemies will be looking for him."
Impa nodded agreement. "That is best. If Ilayen suddenly disappears, whoever is against us will know something is out of place."
"And that's the last thing we need," Sheik muttered, though she still had no idea who, exactly, their enemies still were. There was trouble in Lorule, though the extent was unknown, and Twilight was still very temperamental. Not to mention every instinct screaming at Sheik not to trust Ganondorf, no matter how much she told herself she had no reason to feel that way.
"Commander," she said, breaking Impa from her thoughts, "is there anything I should know, regarding the opposition?"
Impa and Link shared a glance, which told Sheik all she needed to know. "Tell me."
Impa said, "There have been disturbing reports of increased monster attacks, Your Highness. Monsters have not been seen since magic disappeared, but for several years now, towns have been utterly leveled by these creatures."
"Not only that," Rauru added, "but discontent has been on the rise--most notably in--"
"Twilight," the four said in unison. Sheik rubbed the back of her neck. "That's not surprising, given the recent events, but how long before that?"
Link cleared his throat. "Since before Midna's reign," he said quietly.
Sheik stared at him. Midna had been in office for eight years now--since she was sixteen. "You mean to tell me even her mother was dealing with Zant?"
"It's not just Zant." Impa shook her head. "Life may be easy here, in the heart of the empire, but it is not so everywhere else. Poverty is on the rise in Twilight and Lorule especially. Midna and Hilda have been doing their best, but it is not easy. Particularly . . ." she trailed off, and Rauru shook his head the tiniest bit, but Impa carried on. "Particularly without an Empress," she finished, looking Sheik in the eyes.
Sheik tried not to show how much that stung, even if it was entirely true. Rauru hurriedly said, "We do not mean to insult you, Princess, but--"
"If it was meant as an insult, it is one I deserve," Sheik interrupted, swallowing. "Impa is right. I made it more difficult on my people by running selfishly. But you said this has been going on longer than a year," she directed at Impa. "Why has no one told me before now?"
Now both of them were uncomfortable. Impa cleared her throat. "We thought it best to wait for you to settle in first, Princess."
"I have been settled in for quite some time," Shek said coldly. "This council has gotten accustomed to making decisions without me, and I thank you for that. But I am back, and I mean to stay. I picked each of you from my father's council for a reason. You had all better get used to notifying me of any news, big or small. I do not intend to become a figurehead."
Rauru rushed to explain. "We would never set you aside, Princess. It was the council's choice in light of your health."
"Remember, at the time of your return, you nearly died," Impa answered with equal fire in her voice. "You cannot tell me you have forgotten."
Of course Sheik hadn't. Every time she turned her head, her left shoulder twinged, reminding her of that arrow. Zant had never admitted it was his doing, but Sheik was convinced.
She took a deep breath, calming herself. "Of course," she acquiesed, forcing a smile. "I admire your loyalty, and you have all done a fine job leading the empire in my absence. But . . ." she closed her eyes for a moment. "But I meant what I said to the people. It's my turn to work for them. How can I do so when I'm kept in the dark?"
Her two councilors watched her for a long moment, then bowed their heads. "You are right, Princess," Impa said. "Apologies."
"I don't want apologies," Sheik answered, smiling to let them know it was accepted nonetheless. "I want information."
And so the day was spent teaching Sheik the events, big and small, as she had demanded, of the empire over the last decade. Servants brought food several times, and Impa even allowed Link to lend his knowledge about the empire. As a Royal Guard, he'd been sent on training expeditions to some of the farthest reaches of the land: from the northern mountains of Lanayru to the Rolling Ridge in Labrynna, and nearly everywhere in between. He'd even been to the Tower of the Gods, whose beyond ancient mechanics still worked to this day.
Sheik had so wanted to hear the story behind the scar on his shoulder, but Impa brought them back to business quickly. By the end of it, Sheik was exhausted but content, filled to the brim with knowledge and the desire to go for a walk. She'd been sitting for far too long, and the hard wooden chairs weren't exactly comfortable after six hours.
She and Link excused themselves, heading for the town. She'd finally had her tour, just a day after finding Zant in Lockup, and she'd craved the freedom of walking her own streets ever since. Now that they were away from the stifling court, she and Link were free to be themselves with each other.
As they descended the slope into town, Sheik was complaining about how hungry she was. "I could eat a bloody feast."
Link laughed, poking her flat stomach. "I don't think your gut matches your appetite."
They passed a produce stall. A man stepped forward, holding a bunch of bananas. "Would the Princess care for some freshly picked bananas? I've got a killer sale going on."
Sheik pursed her lips. "No thank you," she politely declined, turning away. "I don't really--"
Hands on her back pushed her to the ground. She fell hard, landing on her previously injured shoulder, and she cried out. It was lost amid the screams and clang of metal, and she rolled onto her back to see Link crossing blades with the salesman, whose previous smile had turned to a sneer.
Link was snarling, adjusting his position so he was blocking the assassin's view of Sheik. "Traitor," he hissed, shoving back with his dagger. Sheik watched dumbly as the assassin stumbled into his cart, and was promptly wrestled to the ground by several soldiers.
Heart pounding, Sheik took the hand that Link offered. As soon as she was on her feet, Link was assessing her, sharp blue eyes scanning up and down her body. "Did he get you?" he demanded. "Even just a scratch?"
Sheik shook her head, trying to calm herself as the realization of what just happened set in. For the second time, someone had tried to kill her. Quickly her shock turned to anger. She stepped forward, but found her path blocked by Link's arm.
"The people are watching," he murmured, but she could hear the rage in his voice, feel it in the stiffness of his muscles. Reluctantly, she calmed herself, taking several deep breaths.
The people are watching. Meaning, you can't beat the assassin to death. Sheik would have very much liked to do that, but it wouldn't make for a very good scene--even if the man deserved it. So she stepped out of the safety of Link's arm and ordered, "Take him to the dungeons."
The guards did so, and almost immediately Sheik was swamped by townsfolk, their frantic questions asking if she was all right nearly unintelligible. She answered as many as she could, finding questing hands and squeezing them, comforting small children. Though her shoulder ached furiously, she kept hugging, kept clasping hands.
After a few minutes, she started to feel too hot, and a sudden panic of another assassination attempt turned her gentle attempts to escape the clench of people into a desperate push. Her even breaths trned to gasps. The crowd was too close, pressing too much, and their voices clamored in her ears. She was marooned in a sea of movement but she couldn't leave her spot, crouching down. She closed her eyes, feeling tears burn, and covered her ears. She cried out, but couldn't hear herself over the noise that got louder with every breath--
"Make room! Back away from her!"
The dull roar broke like a wave on the shore, and then there were hands on her arms, pulling her away, out of her spot of stillness. She clenched her eyes tighter still as the crowd pressed closer than ever, and then there was air--all around her, in her head, and she could breathe--
She sucked it down in great gasps, hardly aware of the voice that slowly rose from a low murmur.
"Sheik. Sheik, can you hear me?"
Warm hands covered hers, taking them from her ears, and she opened her eyes to find Link's face inches from hers. He took one hand and cupped her face, lacing his fingers of the other with hers.
"Sheik, listen. You're fine," he murmured, his deep voice soothing the wild racing of her heart. She gasped for breath, staring into his blue eyes, desperate to find the stability his words promised. She still felt like everything was moving around her; it was all hazy, like she was looking through a heat wave.
Link kept talking, whispering comforting nonsense until slowly, Sheik's shaking faded to a tremble. She nodded faintly. As she took several deep breaths, she noticed his thumb tracing her jawline.
"There we go," he murmured. Sheik didn't want him to, but he let her go, though he kept his fingers laced in hers. Through all of this, the crowd had watched, and as the two turned, a low murmuring broke out.
"Talk to them," Link urged, lips brushing her ear. He pressed a hand into her back, nudging her forward. Swallowing, Sheik lifted her chin and met the eyes of her people.
They are not trying to kill me, she thought, pleading with herself not to cringe back. They were just worried. Show them you understand.
"I apologize," she began, forcing a smile. The crowd just gazed at her, clutching their children. "I--I panicked." For a moment she was stuck for words. She stared at them, wondering what she could possibly say to explain what just happened. They stared back blankly.
In the end, she admitted the truth. "You must understand, I am a princess, but I'm also human," she blurted, pressing her lips together. Link's hand tightened around hers.
She cursed herself inwardly, struggling now to keep her composure. Should I elaborate? Would that make it better? Will they even understand?
During her internal struggle, she didn't notice a small girl approach. Blinking, Sheik watched the girl stop before her and, after a moment's hesitation, squatted to the child's eye level.
"My mom was scared," the child said, her clear voice surprising Sheik. "She thought you died. But then you got up, and she was happy. You looked happy too. But then you fell again, and I was scared too."
Sheik swallowed hard. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."
The little girl cocked her head. "What happened?"
"I got scared," Sheik said softly. "I was afraid . . . that I would disappear. That everything was moving too fast, and I couldn't stop it." She breathed in deep, searching the child's eyes. "I was scared that I couldn't save myself."
The child met her eyes, then reached out fearlessly and took Sheik's hand. "Are you okay now?" she asked.
Sheik smiled, a real, genuine smile. "Yes," she said, poking the child's cheek. "Thanks to you."
The little girl giggled, waving as she skipped back to her mother. As she was scooped up, the crowd slowly started forward, tentative now where before they had been chaotic, aggressive. Afraid.
Fear, Sheik thought, shaking hands. They approached her one at a time now, their voices quiet as they offered apologies. Fear brings out the worst in people. Even if they don't realize, they let it rule their hearts. I need to be strong--for them.
When she returned to the castle several hours later, it was dark, and a small unit of guards followed close behind. "Well, at least we know the formidable Imperial Princess has a weakness," Link mused, breaking the comfortable silence of the carpeted hallways. Sheik glanced at him, nibbling on a chocolate bar. "What?"
He turned to her with a snarky smile. "She's claustrophobic."
She punched his arm, unable to suppress a grin. They walked in silence for a few more minutes, until Sheik couldn't hold the words back anymore. "Thank you, Link."
They were quiet, but Link heard them nonetheless. He glanced at her. "For?"
Sheik sighed.
"Nothing, stupid."
"Hey! I'll have you know--"
"Goodnight," she drowned him out, shutting her door in his face.
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HILDA HAS ARRIVED
One of my fave characters from the games, honestly. Aside from Ravio, of course XD. And Link's crazy request?? What is going on? (Says she who knows exactly what is going on and is rubbing it in . . Muahahaha)
Anway. Also, to give credit where credit is due, that bit with the bananas? If it sounds familiar, it's because it's originally from LU by Jojo. I was really lacking inspiration for this, and it just worked so well, but yeah. It's not mine, so don't freak out lol.
REVIEW REPLIES
To Oracle of Hylia: She's gotta be ;) We do love a strong female character, though. Also, LMAOO THAT KILLED ME. Poor Ilayen XD
TO Ultimate blazer: Queen of Lorule! WHOOOO like I said above, I LOVE her. And Ravio! And, sorry dude. It had to be done. :( (I actually forgot that happened in-game :o
I didn't plan it despite what I said in the last A/N, but this ended up being a double chapter—and by that I mean it's two chapters from the original Google Docs document that I merged intone. That first part with Hilda and go was way too short, so here you go. See y'all on Thursday, thank you for reading and reviewing, I love it, and please review this one! Later~