Smirking, Marth walked into his room and shut the door. He sat on a chair
and gazed out the window, not able to help a smile. In some time soon to
come, Zelda would be his.
King Harkinian had just informed Marth about their betrothal. He made the prince swear not to tell Zelda, and that their wedding would come soon enough.
But Marth was not the only one who had heard the King's confession of the betrothal. Impa had as well. Even though the nursemaid had already known, she thought that it was bad that Marth knew as well. She knew what she had to do.
Zelda lifted her head when someone knocked on her door.
"Zelda? Zelda, it's me--Impa. There's something I've got to tell you."
The princess slowly walked over to the door, and opened it. "What is it, Impa?"
The nursemaid walked in. "Why, Zelda! What's the matter child? It looks as though you've been crying!"
"That's because I have!" Zelda responded, shuddering and wiping her red eyes. "It's Meryl's father--he died this morning, Impa!"
Impa gritted her teeth, frowning, and sat Zelda down on the bed next to her. The fact that Zelda's best friend's father had just died wouldn't add to her own bad news.
"Uh...when's his funeral?"
Zelda sniffed and picked up a letter on her night stand. "It's in a week. Meryl says that you and Link can come if you want. Would you please go with me? I'm afraid to go alone."
"Of course I'll come," Impa whispered, giving Zelda a motherly hug. A single tear escaped her eye. "But you wouldn't have to worry about going alone if I weren't to accompany you. I'm sure Link will come."
"I hope he will." Zelda sighed, and brushed away the last of her tears. "Well, what is it?"
"What's what?"
"You came up here to tell me something, didn't you?"
"Oh yes..." Impa chewed on her tongue, wondering if the princess could handle any more sad news. "I...I forgot. I'm sorry, Zelda! Ha ha! Yeah, memory loss runs...in my family..."
Zelda gave her nursemaid a strange look. "I can see that you're hiding something from me. You've got one of the best memories around. But I'm too tired now to force whatever it is out of you."
Impa got the message. "Good-night, princess."
"Good-night, Impa."
As soon as Impa closed the door, Zelda walked over to her closet. She opened the door and sighed. Every square inch of the place was filled with nothing but nightgowns. The princess had a seperate closet for every type of apparel, it seemed.
A knock sounded at the door. "Come in," Zelda called.
"Forgive me if I'm intruding, but I dropped an earring in here," said Impa, coming back into the room. She closed the door behind her.
"S'okay," Zelda whispered. She turned around and glanced at her nursmaid. "Impa, I hate my nightgowns. All of them."
"Sorry to hear that," Impa responded unenthusiastically, still vainly searching for her lost piece of jewelry.
The princess broke into an excited smile. "Did you know that some people sleep with absolutely NOTHING on at all?!"
Raising her eyebrow and wrinkling her nose, Impa momentarily stopped her search to stare at the princess in disgust. "I rejoice in saying that I did not. Thank you for the information."
"Your welcome."
"Ha ha. Oh, here it is." Impa bent over and picked up her small jade earring. It had been lying on Zelda's bedcovers. "Good-night, princess."
"Night, Impa."
For the second time that night, Impa left the room and closed the door behind her.
Heaving another sigh, Zelda took a pale blue night dress out of her closet. She put in on, and dragged herself into her bed. The princess was incredibly tired, and wanted nothing but sleep.
But sleep didn't come easily. Zelda's mind was busy revolving around two things:
Was Link feeling any better? She hoped so...Link was the last person on earth who deserved to have an arrow stuck in his side. She wished that he'd get well.
And what had Impa wanted to say? There must have been something that she wanted to tell her, or else she wouldn't have just come into her room like that.
But eventually, Zelda's mind started to drift into slumber. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Author's note: Sorry if these chapters have been getting short. I'm doing the best i can!!!
King Harkinian had just informed Marth about their betrothal. He made the prince swear not to tell Zelda, and that their wedding would come soon enough.
But Marth was not the only one who had heard the King's confession of the betrothal. Impa had as well. Even though the nursemaid had already known, she thought that it was bad that Marth knew as well. She knew what she had to do.
Zelda lifted her head when someone knocked on her door.
"Zelda? Zelda, it's me--Impa. There's something I've got to tell you."
The princess slowly walked over to the door, and opened it. "What is it, Impa?"
The nursemaid walked in. "Why, Zelda! What's the matter child? It looks as though you've been crying!"
"That's because I have!" Zelda responded, shuddering and wiping her red eyes. "It's Meryl's father--he died this morning, Impa!"
Impa gritted her teeth, frowning, and sat Zelda down on the bed next to her. The fact that Zelda's best friend's father had just died wouldn't add to her own bad news.
"Uh...when's his funeral?"
Zelda sniffed and picked up a letter on her night stand. "It's in a week. Meryl says that you and Link can come if you want. Would you please go with me? I'm afraid to go alone."
"Of course I'll come," Impa whispered, giving Zelda a motherly hug. A single tear escaped her eye. "But you wouldn't have to worry about going alone if I weren't to accompany you. I'm sure Link will come."
"I hope he will." Zelda sighed, and brushed away the last of her tears. "Well, what is it?"
"What's what?"
"You came up here to tell me something, didn't you?"
"Oh yes..." Impa chewed on her tongue, wondering if the princess could handle any more sad news. "I...I forgot. I'm sorry, Zelda! Ha ha! Yeah, memory loss runs...in my family..."
Zelda gave her nursemaid a strange look. "I can see that you're hiding something from me. You've got one of the best memories around. But I'm too tired now to force whatever it is out of you."
Impa got the message. "Good-night, princess."
"Good-night, Impa."
As soon as Impa closed the door, Zelda walked over to her closet. She opened the door and sighed. Every square inch of the place was filled with nothing but nightgowns. The princess had a seperate closet for every type of apparel, it seemed.
A knock sounded at the door. "Come in," Zelda called.
"Forgive me if I'm intruding, but I dropped an earring in here," said Impa, coming back into the room. She closed the door behind her.
"S'okay," Zelda whispered. She turned around and glanced at her nursmaid. "Impa, I hate my nightgowns. All of them."
"Sorry to hear that," Impa responded unenthusiastically, still vainly searching for her lost piece of jewelry.
The princess broke into an excited smile. "Did you know that some people sleep with absolutely NOTHING on at all?!"
Raising her eyebrow and wrinkling her nose, Impa momentarily stopped her search to stare at the princess in disgust. "I rejoice in saying that I did not. Thank you for the information."
"Your welcome."
"Ha ha. Oh, here it is." Impa bent over and picked up her small jade earring. It had been lying on Zelda's bedcovers. "Good-night, princess."
"Night, Impa."
For the second time that night, Impa left the room and closed the door behind her.
Heaving another sigh, Zelda took a pale blue night dress out of her closet. She put in on, and dragged herself into her bed. The princess was incredibly tired, and wanted nothing but sleep.
But sleep didn't come easily. Zelda's mind was busy revolving around two things:
Was Link feeling any better? She hoped so...Link was the last person on earth who deserved to have an arrow stuck in his side. She wished that he'd get well.
And what had Impa wanted to say? There must have been something that she wanted to tell her, or else she wouldn't have just come into her room like that.
But eventually, Zelda's mind started to drift into slumber. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Author's note: Sorry if these chapters have been getting short. I'm doing the best i can!!!