Link stood alone on the palace balcony, his long blonde hair whipping about
his face, his bright blue eyes scouring the beautiful land of Hyrule that
lay before him. His land. Filled with his people. Ever since he'd defeated
Ganondorf ten years ago, the now 26-year-old Link had been King of Hyrule.
He'd been given that title after marrying Princess Zelda, now Queen. The
new princess was their beautiful 5-year-old daughter Omriy and their infant
son Anuerin was prince.
"Daddy?" came Omriy's gentle tiny voice, shaking him from his thoughts.
He turned to her and she reached for him to pick her up. He lifted her and sat her on the rail holding carefully so she didn't fall. Her golden hair lifted gently in the breeze and her blue silk dress flowed about her, making her look like the little angel she was.
"I see the lake, Daddy!" she cried joyously, pointing out Lake Hylia as if she'd found a treasure in the dirt.
"Yes! Isn't it beautiful?" he agreed.
"Uh huh! That's where you and mommy got married!"
Link smiled at the happy memory. He was about to comment on it when he saw the milk cart from Lon Lon Ranch rattling up to the palace steps. The driver was not the usual Talon. It was a redheaded someone and Link was curious. He picked up Omriy and left the balcony.
He made his way outside with the little girl in his arms and ran across the field to where the milk cart was being emptied by soldiers. That was different. Since when did the soldiers empty the milk cart? One look at the cart's driver answered Link's question: when a beautiful woman was stuck with the task herself. It wasn't just any beautiful woman. It was Malon.
"Link!" she exclaimed when she saw him. It was the first time they'd come face to face since before Hylia had been saved.
"His Majesty, young lady!" corrected on of the soldiers.
"No, that's alright," Link said. He had never much liked being called "Your Majesty" or any of those names. "Hey, Malon!" "Hi! Wow, it's been so long. Is this your daughter?"
"I'm Princess Omriykaah!" Omriy giggled.
Malon smiled and curtsied. "Good morning, Princess! She's beautiful, Link. She looks just like you."
Link blushed. "Thanks."
"Well," she said, flashing him a smile that made his knees feel wobbly, "I should be going. Good day!"
"Yes, uh, bye, Malon," Link said, hoping his burning cheeks weren't visible.
Malon smiled again and let a soldier assist her back up onto her cart. She waved at Omriy who returned the gesture and took off.
"Daddy?" came Omriy's gentle tiny voice, shaking him from his thoughts.
He turned to her and she reached for him to pick her up. He lifted her and sat her on the rail holding carefully so she didn't fall. Her golden hair lifted gently in the breeze and her blue silk dress flowed about her, making her look like the little angel she was.
"I see the lake, Daddy!" she cried joyously, pointing out Lake Hylia as if she'd found a treasure in the dirt.
"Yes! Isn't it beautiful?" he agreed.
"Uh huh! That's where you and mommy got married!"
Link smiled at the happy memory. He was about to comment on it when he saw the milk cart from Lon Lon Ranch rattling up to the palace steps. The driver was not the usual Talon. It was a redheaded someone and Link was curious. He picked up Omriy and left the balcony.
He made his way outside with the little girl in his arms and ran across the field to where the milk cart was being emptied by soldiers. That was different. Since when did the soldiers empty the milk cart? One look at the cart's driver answered Link's question: when a beautiful woman was stuck with the task herself. It wasn't just any beautiful woman. It was Malon.
"Link!" she exclaimed when she saw him. It was the first time they'd come face to face since before Hylia had been saved.
"His Majesty, young lady!" corrected on of the soldiers.
"No, that's alright," Link said. He had never much liked being called "Your Majesty" or any of those names. "Hey, Malon!" "Hi! Wow, it's been so long. Is this your daughter?"
"I'm Princess Omriykaah!" Omriy giggled.
Malon smiled and curtsied. "Good morning, Princess! She's beautiful, Link. She looks just like you."
Link blushed. "Thanks."
"Well," she said, flashing him a smile that made his knees feel wobbly, "I should be going. Good day!"
"Yes, uh, bye, Malon," Link said, hoping his burning cheeks weren't visible.
Malon smiled again and let a soldier assist her back up onto her cart. She waved at Omriy who returned the gesture and took off.