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"You wish to hold a courting ceremony?" Zelda inquired in confusion, looking at her advisor skeptically.
"Yes, my liege." Delak replied, a small smile adorning his handsome features. "It is custom for these ceremonies to be held once a princess is coronated into being queen, but because that usually does not happen until the princess is tenty years-old, most do not need to worry about a courting ceremony until they are around twenty-three years of age. Considering you ascended the throne at sixteen and have not yet died, it is only prudent that three years later you commence courting."
Zelda nodded, understanding the reason behind why her chief advisor was suggesting this. "But should we not wait until I am twenty-three like all of the others?"
Delak shook his head, his eyes gentle, but firm as he explained, "It is always three years after the princess' coronation to be sure she will live. It has been three years since you took the throne and so the courting ceremony must commence as soon as can be done. I have the servants working on preparations and every prince and suitor in the land will be coming to try claiming your affections."
"Alright, Advisor Delak. We will commence the ceremony when?"
"Only a week from today, your highness."
Zelda gave him a sweet, polite smile and turned. "I suppose I should go find a gown to fit the occasion. Thank you, Delak. See you at noon to go over plans?"
"Yes, Princess Zelda." The two parted ways and Zelda thought on what she would do. I know I should be joyful, but… why do I feel as if this will be a waste of time?
Dig deeper.
Once more listening to the voice of the Goddess in her mind, Zelda dug deeper into her mind, but came up with nothing. Sitting on her bed, the young princess folded her legs so that the soles of her feet were touching. Taking down her hair so that it flowed freely around her shoulders and down her back, keeping her crown in place. Folding her hands together, Zelda brought her forefingers up to touch the blue gem on her crown; using it to center herself and keep her focused, Zelda thought deep into herself. She centered on her feelings to be married and found that they were peaceful, meaning she did wish to be married. Now, she turned to thoughts of the princes that would be at the ceremony and felt her stomach jerk in rejection. So she did not wish to be married to a prince. But then… who?
She went through the past, starting with old friends before getting further towards the present. As her thoughts landed on Link, Zelda assumed the feelings would be much more amicable, but they were more nonchalant. That makes sense. He is a peasant, a lower class than myself. But still…
Turning her thoughts to her latest new friend, Zelda thought of the blue-skinned princess she had learned of not too long ago. She felt her heart begin beating faster despite her breathing remaining calm. Her stomach began doing backflips and the Hyrulian princess could swear something was floating inside of her.
Blue eyes flew open in wonder at the mere thought. "Midna?" the young princess exclaimed in utter surprise. "I cannot possibly… she is another princess… I am still young… what would she even say to another princess being in love with her?"
Trust.
Zelda took a deep breath and nodded to herself, deciding that the Goddess' judgment could be trusted. Folding her hands together, she placed her head upon them and sighed softly. "How would I even begin to try and see her again? She destroyed our last form of communication."
Sighing to herself, the young princess stood and redressed, redoing her hair and slipping on her gloves before strolling toward the balcony overlooking the palace village to arrange ceremonial plans with Delak.
Midna watched her subjects as they worked below her. She could hear singing and laughter; they were joyful not to be under Zant's rule anymore. She felt a slight warming in her chest to know that her people were at least happy with themselves. She wanted to be a good ruler and the first step to doing so is to keep your subjects happy. Thus far, Midna figured she was doing good.
Looking out further toward the horizon, Midna noticed that spars were taking place in the training arena. From little children practicing with their mentors to learn different weaponry to older more experienced warriors simply keeping in shape, all of the arenas were full and there were a few spectators watching the spars.
Deciding that she needed some time out of the castle, Midna strode down the stairs and made her way toward the arenas. As she passed, workers and commonfolk bowed to her and some even called out to her jovially. Midna offered them all a small smile and continued on her way. Midna neared the arenas, clearing her throat softly so that she could get through without someone bumping into her. The spectators gladly moved from her path, not wishing to be caught in a spar with the fierce princess in the near future.
Coming to one of the arenas in which one of the children was struggling to follow the instructions her mentor was giving her. "No!" the trainer, a large man with many scars along his arms and named Wrackin, shouted angrily. "Try it again, Notina. And thrust your weight!"
Once again, the little girl attempted to wield the wooden sword the way Wrackin taught her, but she couldn't thrust her weight the way he wanted. Many of the spectators shook their head in disapproval, murmuring of how the little girl may never become a warrior. Midna watched the sadness play in the girl's eyes and felt a tug at her heart. Stepping into the arena, Midna faced Wrackin.
"If I may try to train the child?" she requested, her bright red eyes staring into his much darker set.
"O-of course, Princess Midna. But she is a bad one; unable to learn."
"We will see."
Kneeling to the ground so that she was level with Notina, Midna took the sword and showed the girl. "Feel the energy spread from your hand to the sword. The sword is an extension of your arm, but it is also your companion. You cannot let it be hit too many times or it will not trust you." Notina nodded slowly. Midna handed the girl the sword and placed her hands over the younger girl's. Slowly moving Notina through the motions, Midna helped her until she was confident enough.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes, Princess Midna."
"Good, now show me."
Taking a breath, Notina attacked the practice dummy that Wrackin set in the ring. Midna watched proudly as the dummy was beaten mercilessly by the much smaller girl. "Well done."
Applause rang out around her as Midna stepped out of the ring. A sudden pressure on her leg and several gasps around told Midna that something was slightly off. Glancing down, the princess found Notina hugging her leg. No one dared move as they held their breath, watching to see what Midna would do. Midna knew that she had to be good in her people's eyes. Slowly prying the girl off her leg, Midna ruffled her hair gently.
"Thank you, Princess Midna." Notina murmured.
"You are welcome, little one." Midna replied, tapping Notina's head.
A collective breath was released from all those around as Midna continued back toward the castle. Arriving in her room, the blue-skinned princess sighed and laid on her bed. "A child." She murmured, thinking of Notina's pretty, youth-ridden face. Slowly, the girl's eyes lightened to a bluish color to match her skin and her hair darkened to brown while retaining streaks of red. And the body shape became much more slender rather than slim. Midna's breath caught.
"A Hyrulian Twilight hybrid?" she wondered. "Impossible."
Thinking on it, Midna took a slight breath. Thinking of Link, she wondered if he was the one she wanted to have a child with, but her heart immediately rejected the idea, claiming Link as nothing more than a friend. But she had only met one other Hyrulian directly.
Princess Zelda.
Her heart lifted at the thought of the other princess, feeling a flipping in her stomach like she did before her first battle. Surely this isn't right. Midna thought to herself. Would she even take me as hers?
Trust.
Nodding to herself, Midna conceded to try trusting her own feelings and working through it. I wonder if someone would mind sparring with me. I have a lot of energy to release. I have to find a way back to Zelda… and soon.
I think this is a nice development. I really do. Tell me what you think… in a review. I write poetry, alright.