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Now on with the story!!!
I stand impatiently at the door leading out into the throne room. The maids and Impa fuss with my hair and veil trying to make it perfect. "Impa! I can't see much of anything when you put this thick veil down. I need to see where I'm walking!"
"There's nothing to worry about Princess Zelda. You will be guided every step of the way." Impa smiled gently at me to calm me.
"But. how will I see my suitor?" Her smile widens.
"You will see him when the time is right. I can vouch that he is young, handsome, and very much a gentleman. You need not worry that he will be a poor husband." I smile weakly and nervously at her effort to comfort me. I pace back to the mirror adjusting my crown.
"How much longer, Impa?" I feel what little patience I have left running thin.
"Are you that anxious to marry, Zelda?" I shake my head.
"No, but it's hard waiting knowing that no matter what, in the end, I will be married. Why draw it out and torture myself?" I sigh and resist the urge to fall into a comfy nearby seat. That would only delay things more as they have to redo my dress and hair. "I can't even sit!" I raise my voice slightly in irritation. .
I hear a door open behind me, and I see my father in a mirror. He walks behind me and puts his hands on my shoulders. "Your waiting is over my daughter." He gently drops my veil back down over my face. I see a blurred arm presented to me. "Shall we?" My hand slid properly onto his and I smiled with all the courage I could muster. Inside, however, my heart was full of fright and turmoil.
My attendant, Impa, gracious opened the door for me into the huge, well- decorated throne room. People filled every available inch. All of Hyrule must be here at my wedding. I shook at the thought. Perhaps it was better that I couldn't all these faces. I did nod and smile to people as I walked by to keep up my calm demeanor.
My father's other hand laid over mine and gave it a comforting squeeze. I looked towards the throne where the groom was waiting, but all I could make out was a blur of green. Well, at least he had the sense to match his suit with my dress. I shake off that irrational thought. What he dressed like has nothing to do with who he is, does it? No.
I look for the familiar shape that I thought might be Link around the room. Yet, I saw him nowhere. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I had hoped so much that he would make it here to help and support me with his presence. I hold the sad sigh that I feel within. I must do my best to enjoy this moment. After all, Impa would not lead me wrong on her impressions of this young man. He must be good to impress her.
My feet almost don't want to move as I get closer to the priest and groom, I still wish I had a name and face to put to him. I tremble, either from excitement or nervousness, I'm not sure which.
We stop in front of both the priest and groom.
The priest, a big jovial fellow, speaks, "Who gives this lovely bride to be wed?"
My father smiles proudly, "I, King of Hyrule, do."
I step gingerly forward onto the first step towards the throne and towards my husband-to-be. Yet, as I step yet again, I feel myself trip on my dress. Though, warm and gentle hands catch me and guide me up the stairs. My groom smiles down at me, and though I cannot see him, he does seem familiar.
The priest's voice rings out throughout the room, "Zelda and Link welcome you, their family and friends. Each of you has given something of yourself into their lives. It is fitting then that you share in this celebration of their commitment to each other and to their lives joined in marriage."
I feel my heart stop as the names are mentioned. Link? Did I hear that right? Am I imagining things? Oh, Link. I wish that this is you, but why would you hide from me? Surely, this cannot be the Link I know and love, but another by the same name.
The priest pauses, and continues, "Do you Link, choose to marry Zelda? To speak the words that will join you with her as your wife for the rest of the days of your life?"
A familiar voice answers, "I do." How I wish that I could place that voice? Then again, I heard his name again. I know I heard it this time.
The priest turns to me. "Do you Zelda, choose to marry Link? To speak the words that will join you with him as your husband for the rest of the days of your life?
My voice betrayed me with a tremble as I answer, "I do." Could it really be him? Is that why they were so sure that I would be happy? Oh, please, Goddesses let it be true.
The priest voice became more serious, "Link take Zelda's right hand and repeat after me."
"Zelda, I choose you to be my wife.
I promise freely from this day forward
To be worthy of your trust and deserving of your confidence;
To be generous with my time, my energy and my love;
To be patient with you and with myself,
To return love, tolerance, and generosity to your family.
To trust you;
To be devoted to you and our life together.
These things I pledge before you, myself, our friends, and our family."
It's his voice! I'm sure of it. I felt my hand tremble as his hand brushed against mine.
Again, the priest spoke, "Zelda take Link's right hand and repeat after me." My hand reached out cautiously for his, and I felt faint from all the sudden revelations.
"Link, I choose you to be my husband.
I promise freely from this day forward
To be worthy of your trust and deserving of your confidence;
To be generous with my time, my energy and my love;
To be patient with you and with myself,
To return love, tolerance, and generosity to your family.
To trust you;
To be devoted to you and our life together.
These things I pledge before you, myself, our friends, and our family."
I feel my heart escalating in joy. I knew it was him. That musky scent of outdoors, hands calloused with sword-use, and yet always kind and gentle. It was HIM!
The priest speaks, nearing the end of the ceremony now, "What pledge do you offer in symbol of these vows?"
We both answer at once, "These rings."
The priest, whom I can feel radiating his joy, takes the rings and gives them back to us. Then, he places his hands over ours, and blesses in the names of the goddesses. "May these rings remind us well of our vows to each other."
"Zelda, I give you this ring to wear upon your hand as a symbol of our unity, love, respect and trust."
"Link, I give you this ring to wear upon your hand as a symbol of our unity, love, respect and trust."
The priest speaks the closing, and I smile more knowing that in a few moments that I will know for sure who my husband is. "Link and Zelda, you have exchanged vows and rings, and consented to marry in the presence of your family and friends. By the power vested in me by the three Goddesses, I pronounce you husband and wife. Let all others honor their decision and the threshold of their home. You may now kiss the bride."
I feel nervous as his hands reach up to pull back my veil, letting me see him clearly for the first time. Slowly time moves. The veil is half-way up. LINK! As the veil finishes clearing my face, I throw my arms around his neck. He leans down, arms around my waist, and picks me up into a passionate embrace. Meanwhile, I hear the priest in the background of my pounding heart.
"I now present Princess Zelda and Prince Link of Hyrule."
Shouts and confetti fill the throne room, but we never notice. So, begins our lives together.
Now on with the story!!!
I stand impatiently at the door leading out into the throne room. The maids and Impa fuss with my hair and veil trying to make it perfect. "Impa! I can't see much of anything when you put this thick veil down. I need to see where I'm walking!"
"There's nothing to worry about Princess Zelda. You will be guided every step of the way." Impa smiled gently at me to calm me.
"But. how will I see my suitor?" Her smile widens.
"You will see him when the time is right. I can vouch that he is young, handsome, and very much a gentleman. You need not worry that he will be a poor husband." I smile weakly and nervously at her effort to comfort me. I pace back to the mirror adjusting my crown.
"How much longer, Impa?" I feel what little patience I have left running thin.
"Are you that anxious to marry, Zelda?" I shake my head.
"No, but it's hard waiting knowing that no matter what, in the end, I will be married. Why draw it out and torture myself?" I sigh and resist the urge to fall into a comfy nearby seat. That would only delay things more as they have to redo my dress and hair. "I can't even sit!" I raise my voice slightly in irritation. .
I hear a door open behind me, and I see my father in a mirror. He walks behind me and puts his hands on my shoulders. "Your waiting is over my daughter." He gently drops my veil back down over my face. I see a blurred arm presented to me. "Shall we?" My hand slid properly onto his and I smiled with all the courage I could muster. Inside, however, my heart was full of fright and turmoil.
My attendant, Impa, gracious opened the door for me into the huge, well- decorated throne room. People filled every available inch. All of Hyrule must be here at my wedding. I shook at the thought. Perhaps it was better that I couldn't all these faces. I did nod and smile to people as I walked by to keep up my calm demeanor.
My father's other hand laid over mine and gave it a comforting squeeze. I looked towards the throne where the groom was waiting, but all I could make out was a blur of green. Well, at least he had the sense to match his suit with my dress. I shake off that irrational thought. What he dressed like has nothing to do with who he is, does it? No.
I look for the familiar shape that I thought might be Link around the room. Yet, I saw him nowhere. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I had hoped so much that he would make it here to help and support me with his presence. I hold the sad sigh that I feel within. I must do my best to enjoy this moment. After all, Impa would not lead me wrong on her impressions of this young man. He must be good to impress her.
My feet almost don't want to move as I get closer to the priest and groom, I still wish I had a name and face to put to him. I tremble, either from excitement or nervousness, I'm not sure which.
We stop in front of both the priest and groom.
The priest, a big jovial fellow, speaks, "Who gives this lovely bride to be wed?"
My father smiles proudly, "I, King of Hyrule, do."
I step gingerly forward onto the first step towards the throne and towards my husband-to-be. Yet, as I step yet again, I feel myself trip on my dress. Though, warm and gentle hands catch me and guide me up the stairs. My groom smiles down at me, and though I cannot see him, he does seem familiar.
The priest's voice rings out throughout the room, "Zelda and Link welcome you, their family and friends. Each of you has given something of yourself into their lives. It is fitting then that you share in this celebration of their commitment to each other and to their lives joined in marriage."
I feel my heart stop as the names are mentioned. Link? Did I hear that right? Am I imagining things? Oh, Link. I wish that this is you, but why would you hide from me? Surely, this cannot be the Link I know and love, but another by the same name.
The priest pauses, and continues, "Do you Link, choose to marry Zelda? To speak the words that will join you with her as your wife for the rest of the days of your life?"
A familiar voice answers, "I do." How I wish that I could place that voice? Then again, I heard his name again. I know I heard it this time.
The priest turns to me. "Do you Zelda, choose to marry Link? To speak the words that will join you with him as your husband for the rest of the days of your life?
My voice betrayed me with a tremble as I answer, "I do." Could it really be him? Is that why they were so sure that I would be happy? Oh, please, Goddesses let it be true.
The priest voice became more serious, "Link take Zelda's right hand and repeat after me."
"Zelda, I choose you to be my wife.
I promise freely from this day forward
To be worthy of your trust and deserving of your confidence;
To be generous with my time, my energy and my love;
To be patient with you and with myself,
To return love, tolerance, and generosity to your family.
To trust you;
To be devoted to you and our life together.
These things I pledge before you, myself, our friends, and our family."
It's his voice! I'm sure of it. I felt my hand tremble as his hand brushed against mine.
Again, the priest spoke, "Zelda take Link's right hand and repeat after me." My hand reached out cautiously for his, and I felt faint from all the sudden revelations.
"Link, I choose you to be my husband.
I promise freely from this day forward
To be worthy of your trust and deserving of your confidence;
To be generous with my time, my energy and my love;
To be patient with you and with myself,
To return love, tolerance, and generosity to your family.
To trust you;
To be devoted to you and our life together.
These things I pledge before you, myself, our friends, and our family."
I feel my heart escalating in joy. I knew it was him. That musky scent of outdoors, hands calloused with sword-use, and yet always kind and gentle. It was HIM!
The priest speaks, nearing the end of the ceremony now, "What pledge do you offer in symbol of these vows?"
We both answer at once, "These rings."
The priest, whom I can feel radiating his joy, takes the rings and gives them back to us. Then, he places his hands over ours, and blesses in the names of the goddesses. "May these rings remind us well of our vows to each other."
"Zelda, I give you this ring to wear upon your hand as a symbol of our unity, love, respect and trust."
"Link, I give you this ring to wear upon your hand as a symbol of our unity, love, respect and trust."
The priest speaks the closing, and I smile more knowing that in a few moments that I will know for sure who my husband is. "Link and Zelda, you have exchanged vows and rings, and consented to marry in the presence of your family and friends. By the power vested in me by the three Goddesses, I pronounce you husband and wife. Let all others honor their decision and the threshold of their home. You may now kiss the bride."
I feel nervous as his hands reach up to pull back my veil, letting me see him clearly for the first time. Slowly time moves. The veil is half-way up. LINK! As the veil finishes clearing my face, I throw my arms around his neck. He leans down, arms around my waist, and picks me up into a passionate embrace. Meanwhile, I hear the priest in the background of my pounding heart.
"I now present Princess Zelda and Prince Link of Hyrule."
Shouts and confetti fill the throne room, but we never notice. So, begins our lives together.