"Impa! Impa, where are you!" Zelda called, running through the hallways.
"Here I am, child!" Impa replied, walking up to her. Summer and King
Harkinian were behind her.
"Wow, Zelda!" Summer shouted, hugging her cousin around the middle. "That
was great!"
"Zelda! Your shoulder!" King Harkinian cried, goggle-eyed. "It's bleeding!
Didn't you go to the hospital yet?" He stared at her arm and glove, which
was once more stained with blood.
"No," Zelda answered. "I'm fine. But Dr. Mario told me something I found
very interesting."
"What is it?" Impa asked curiously.
"He said that Marth told that he and I have A DATE TONIGHT!!!" Zelda
roared, throwing her arms up.
"Ooh, I love it when you're angry!"
Zelda whipped around, and saw Marth approaching her with a man she didn't
know. Judging by the robe, crown, and teal hair, Zelda could only imagine
that he was Marth's father.
"Princess, please allow me to introduce my father," Marth began. "King
Jaraad of Altea."
King Harkinian smiled. "Actually Zelda, I arranged this thing tonight that
Prince Marth is speaking about. It's so you and Marth can get to know each
other better, and so King Jaraad and I can discuss some political issues."
"Oh goody," said Zelda, rolling her eyes. "Forgive me for not leaping for
joy." She gestured behind her. "Bad back, you know." She glanced at Impa.
"Oh yes Princess," Impa said, curtsying slightly. "Let's go to my room and
I'll help you."
With Summer behind them, Zelda and Impa walked slowly away.
"Don't worry Marth," said King Harkinian, smiling broadly. "I'm quite sure
that Zelda is very excited about tonight."
"Impa! I am so NOT excited about tonight!" Zelda cried, burying her face into a pillow. "There there love," Impa whispered sweetly, stroking Zelda's back. "It's just one night. You'll survive." "No I won't!" Zelda sniffed. "You don't know Marth like I do! He's simply dreadful! I couldn't possibly spend an entire night at a restaurant with him alone!" "But you won't be alone," Impa pointed out. "Both your fathers will be there with you." "I guess you're right," Zelda sighed. She turned on the sink, and stuck her head under it. "Aah, that feels much better. Thanks Impa, I think I'll go back to my room now. You coming, Summer?" "I'll stay here," her cousin answered, as Zelda walked out of the room. In her own room, Peach was pacing up and down the floor, smiling. Dr. Mario had been willing to use magic to cure them all, since he had no battles for a another few days. She was grinning to herself. It had all worked out perfectly for her. King Harkinian had arranged the meeting between him, Zelda, and the Alteans. Peach hadn't even made the suggestion, but he did it anyway! With Zelda gone, it meant that Link would be totally free for probably the late afternoon and into the evening. Peach wasn't entirely sure how long they'd be gone, but that didn't matter. And, so people wouldn't suspect too much, Peach decided she'd spend her time with Link around the other smashers, and hope that they just thought of them as friends. She threw back her head and laughed horribly.
Zelda picked up the phone. "Hello?" "Zelda? This is your father." "Oh, hi dad." Then she remembered what was happening tonight. "Dad, why on earth did you have to schedule this thing without consulting me?!" "What, you mean the thing with Marth and King Jaraad?" "Yes! Don't you know how much I hate Marth?!" "Actually, I didn't. I thought you liked him. Earlier today when Link threw him off the edge, you almost fainted from grief." "THAT WASN'T FROM GRIEF!!" Zelda yelled into the receiver, leaping to her feet. "I was talking.about." she sat down again. "I was telling Peach and Samus how much I liked Link." "Well why on earth didn't you say something? I mean I know you, like, kissed him at that dance thing, but I didn't know it was anything serious."
"Oh dad, do I HAVE to go to this thing tonight?" "Yes." "But daaaad, why??" "Because I said so. I think Marth deserves to have you give him a chance." "GIVE HIM A CHANCE?!" Zelda shouted. "He's been at it for almost over a year!! I don't like him at all, dad! I despise and detest him!! I'd rather go to McDonald's with Gannondorf than to a diner with him!!" "Well I'm sorry Zelda, but I can't fix that now. I've already made the deal. Looks like your night is booked." "But dad, I-" Before Zelda could complain anymore, her father hung up. With a grunt of annoyance, she threw the phone back on its cradle. Then a smile came over her face as she got an idea to get back at her father. A knock came at the door. "Who is it?" she asked. "It's me, Link," came a voice. Relieved, the hylian princess skipped over to the door and opened it. "Hi, Link. Goddesses, am I glad to see you." He walked in. "Why, what's up? Oh by the way, I saw your battle in the hospital wing." "You did?" Zelda asked, sitting down on the couch. "How?" "Dr. Mario insisted that the nurses installed a tv in the hospital so that he could watch the battles." "What a hog." "And what was up with the tea?" "Wha?.oh, that. Nothing, it's just that Peach and I like to have. book conversations every once and a while." "Book conversations?" "Yes. Problem?" "No.but anyway Zel, I came hear to ask if you-" He was interrupted by the telephone. Zelda reached over and picked it up. "Hello? NO, I already told you that. Besides, I'm-he is?! Oh.fine. Yes. Don't freak. Good bye." She sighed and hung up. "Who was that?" Link asked. "It was Marth. Look, I don't know what you came here to ask me, but if it has anything to do with tonight, I can't do it." "Why not?" Zelda sighed again. "My father is making me come with him to this dinner thing with him, Marth and King Jaraad of Altea." "Jaraad?" Link repeated, smirking. Zelda smiled. "I know. It is a dumb name, isn't it? Ah well, so much for that. I need to be getting ready soon." "Okay," said Link, getting up. "See you tomorrow, Princess." He kissed her cheek softly. "Bye."
"Impa! I am so NOT excited about tonight!" Zelda cried, burying her face into a pillow. "There there love," Impa whispered sweetly, stroking Zelda's back. "It's just one night. You'll survive." "No I won't!" Zelda sniffed. "You don't know Marth like I do! He's simply dreadful! I couldn't possibly spend an entire night at a restaurant with him alone!" "But you won't be alone," Impa pointed out. "Both your fathers will be there with you." "I guess you're right," Zelda sighed. She turned on the sink, and stuck her head under it. "Aah, that feels much better. Thanks Impa, I think I'll go back to my room now. You coming, Summer?" "I'll stay here," her cousin answered, as Zelda walked out of the room. In her own room, Peach was pacing up and down the floor, smiling. Dr. Mario had been willing to use magic to cure them all, since he had no battles for a another few days. She was grinning to herself. It had all worked out perfectly for her. King Harkinian had arranged the meeting between him, Zelda, and the Alteans. Peach hadn't even made the suggestion, but he did it anyway! With Zelda gone, it meant that Link would be totally free for probably the late afternoon and into the evening. Peach wasn't entirely sure how long they'd be gone, but that didn't matter. And, so people wouldn't suspect too much, Peach decided she'd spend her time with Link around the other smashers, and hope that they just thought of them as friends. She threw back her head and laughed horribly.
Zelda picked up the phone. "Hello?" "Zelda? This is your father." "Oh, hi dad." Then she remembered what was happening tonight. "Dad, why on earth did you have to schedule this thing without consulting me?!" "What, you mean the thing with Marth and King Jaraad?" "Yes! Don't you know how much I hate Marth?!" "Actually, I didn't. I thought you liked him. Earlier today when Link threw him off the edge, you almost fainted from grief." "THAT WASN'T FROM GRIEF!!" Zelda yelled into the receiver, leaping to her feet. "I was talking.about." she sat down again. "I was telling Peach and Samus how much I liked Link." "Well why on earth didn't you say something? I mean I know you, like, kissed him at that dance thing, but I didn't know it was anything serious."
"Oh dad, do I HAVE to go to this thing tonight?" "Yes." "But daaaad, why??" "Because I said so. I think Marth deserves to have you give him a chance." "GIVE HIM A CHANCE?!" Zelda shouted. "He's been at it for almost over a year!! I don't like him at all, dad! I despise and detest him!! I'd rather go to McDonald's with Gannondorf than to a diner with him!!" "Well I'm sorry Zelda, but I can't fix that now. I've already made the deal. Looks like your night is booked." "But dad, I-" Before Zelda could complain anymore, her father hung up. With a grunt of annoyance, she threw the phone back on its cradle. Then a smile came over her face as she got an idea to get back at her father. A knock came at the door. "Who is it?" she asked. "It's me, Link," came a voice. Relieved, the hylian princess skipped over to the door and opened it. "Hi, Link. Goddesses, am I glad to see you." He walked in. "Why, what's up? Oh by the way, I saw your battle in the hospital wing." "You did?" Zelda asked, sitting down on the couch. "How?" "Dr. Mario insisted that the nurses installed a tv in the hospital so that he could watch the battles." "What a hog." "And what was up with the tea?" "Wha?.oh, that. Nothing, it's just that Peach and I like to have. book conversations every once and a while." "Book conversations?" "Yes. Problem?" "No.but anyway Zel, I came hear to ask if you-" He was interrupted by the telephone. Zelda reached over and picked it up. "Hello? NO, I already told you that. Besides, I'm-he is?! Oh.fine. Yes. Don't freak. Good bye." She sighed and hung up. "Who was that?" Link asked. "It was Marth. Look, I don't know what you came here to ask me, but if it has anything to do with tonight, I can't do it." "Why not?" Zelda sighed again. "My father is making me come with him to this dinner thing with him, Marth and King Jaraad of Altea." "Jaraad?" Link repeated, smirking. Zelda smiled. "I know. It is a dumb name, isn't it? Ah well, so much for that. I need to be getting ready soon." "Okay," said Link, getting up. "See you tomorrow, Princess." He kissed her cheek softly. "Bye."
