(This is my first attempt at writing in this kind of style. I hope you
like it. Please Read and Review.I would like to write more, but I don't
know how entertaining this is to read. I love the Zelda games so it was
super fun to write ^_^ Thankies)
I sometimes wonder if he misses me. I worry that he doesn't truly care for me. That his eyes may one day catch on a passing stable girl and everything I love and rapture in life will be gone in that very instant.
What would I do without him. That is not a question, but a statement. There is no answer, so it cannot be a question. The idea of it plagues me. The only cure for this plague is his touch. The source of this plague is the moment his touch falters. Yes, his touch often falters.
Yesterday we were in the gardens of the castle. He was looking so lovely in his green jerkin and tights. Father says that he should wear something more appropriate in order to stay within the castle. What it does to me to see him in that outfit cannot be explained in simple words. Needless to say, I insisted that his clothing not change.
He was holding my hand and whispering in my ear. Our hushed whispers shall remain secret even from your pages diary. They are the thoughts that we share. I remember they were whispered, but I cannot truly be sure we were speaking the entire time. At one point we may have fallen silent though still communicated in some way. Sunlight basking us, it was a dream. I am always in a dream with him. But such dreams must have tainted edges.
With guards all around, we rarely get to spend proper time together, unlike when we visited the forest last spring. In his little home we were able to gain the proper privacy we needed. It was such a quaint home. I wish we could live there. Matters of Hyrule keep me within these castle walls. If so many can be happy, why must I suffer? I shouldn't write that. I proudly accept what has been offered to me. Sometimes, when I am tired just before sleep, I wonder what it would be like if I could leave with him. Lost in his arms.
Like I was in his arms today. So caring, except for a moment. He was whispering about his wish to go and ride through the fields. It was when he mentioned the horse he wished to ride. His eyes became distant and his hands stopped their comforting. It was only for a moment. But in that moment I sank into an empty pit of loneliness.
It is one thing to be lonely, but another to be lonely with your love holding you. How can I feel completely empty when moments prior I was feeling over abundantly full?
Tomorrow we will be riding through the fields together. He says that it will do us good to get beyond the walls of the castle and feel the wind sweeping us along. I know about the others. He thinks that I don't, but I do. So much he hides within his quiet demeanor. He can save a land, but the simple act of sharing his emotions can become a battle more fierce then any he could spar with an opponent.
Father says that I am being foolish, though I hid most of the story from him. I do not wish to sound like a naive little girl. I am no such thing. I am a princess and naivety is not something that I suffer from.
Maybe it is I that is suffering from distant thoughts. Perhaps I am putting too much into this and I need to just allow love to carry us. So much has come to cause doubt. Gannon was a foul keeper and I do not even wish to remember the horrid events that transpired. Link believes that his adventure was dangerous, but fails to see what I had to put up with during my stay within Gannon's castle. As if I sat upon rose peddles while I waited for him to arrive. Truly I believe those are his thoughts. I dealt everyday with a mad man. A very powerful mad man. It was a struggle to escape his fury from day to day. Simple things such as eating and sleeping were scarce.
I have talked too much of those times diary. I know that I have inked too much of the tale on your pages. I will not bore you any longer with my ranting. Certainly, if Link will not hear it, you should be stretched for attention by now.
He is calling me to bed, so I must go.
Long Love, Zelda
I sometimes wonder if he misses me. I worry that he doesn't truly care for me. That his eyes may one day catch on a passing stable girl and everything I love and rapture in life will be gone in that very instant.
What would I do without him. That is not a question, but a statement. There is no answer, so it cannot be a question. The idea of it plagues me. The only cure for this plague is his touch. The source of this plague is the moment his touch falters. Yes, his touch often falters.
Yesterday we were in the gardens of the castle. He was looking so lovely in his green jerkin and tights. Father says that he should wear something more appropriate in order to stay within the castle. What it does to me to see him in that outfit cannot be explained in simple words. Needless to say, I insisted that his clothing not change.
He was holding my hand and whispering in my ear. Our hushed whispers shall remain secret even from your pages diary. They are the thoughts that we share. I remember they were whispered, but I cannot truly be sure we were speaking the entire time. At one point we may have fallen silent though still communicated in some way. Sunlight basking us, it was a dream. I am always in a dream with him. But such dreams must have tainted edges.
With guards all around, we rarely get to spend proper time together, unlike when we visited the forest last spring. In his little home we were able to gain the proper privacy we needed. It was such a quaint home. I wish we could live there. Matters of Hyrule keep me within these castle walls. If so many can be happy, why must I suffer? I shouldn't write that. I proudly accept what has been offered to me. Sometimes, when I am tired just before sleep, I wonder what it would be like if I could leave with him. Lost in his arms.
Like I was in his arms today. So caring, except for a moment. He was whispering about his wish to go and ride through the fields. It was when he mentioned the horse he wished to ride. His eyes became distant and his hands stopped their comforting. It was only for a moment. But in that moment I sank into an empty pit of loneliness.
It is one thing to be lonely, but another to be lonely with your love holding you. How can I feel completely empty when moments prior I was feeling over abundantly full?
Tomorrow we will be riding through the fields together. He says that it will do us good to get beyond the walls of the castle and feel the wind sweeping us along. I know about the others. He thinks that I don't, but I do. So much he hides within his quiet demeanor. He can save a land, but the simple act of sharing his emotions can become a battle more fierce then any he could spar with an opponent.
Father says that I am being foolish, though I hid most of the story from him. I do not wish to sound like a naive little girl. I am no such thing. I am a princess and naivety is not something that I suffer from.
Maybe it is I that is suffering from distant thoughts. Perhaps I am putting too much into this and I need to just allow love to carry us. So much has come to cause doubt. Gannon was a foul keeper and I do not even wish to remember the horrid events that transpired. Link believes that his adventure was dangerous, but fails to see what I had to put up with during my stay within Gannon's castle. As if I sat upon rose peddles while I waited for him to arrive. Truly I believe those are his thoughts. I dealt everyday with a mad man. A very powerful mad man. It was a struggle to escape his fury from day to day. Simple things such as eating and sleeping were scarce.
I have talked too much of those times diary. I know that I have inked too much of the tale on your pages. I will not bore you any longer with my ranting. Certainly, if Link will not hear it, you should be stretched for attention by now.
He is calling me to bed, so I must go.
Long Love, Zelda
