"Link, wake up, please!" Zelda pleaded. "You're going to make us late!"
Link had been feigning sleep for the past hour, praying Zelda would leave without him or think he was sick. He couldn't possibly accompany her to Lon Lon Ranch. Malon had run through his mind everytime he got close to Zelda for the past two days and the last thing he needed was to have them both in the same room.
Why am I so damn attracted to her?! he thought.
He finally pulled his head from the pillow and yawned as though he'd just woken up. Zelda was hurriedly dressing Omriy while a maid fussed over baby Anuerin.
"Daddy's up!" Omriy chanted. The baby giggled along with her as the maid tugged his shirt over his golden-curled head.
"Finally!" Zelda scowled. "Get dressed and hurry! We're late!"
Link grabbed his green tunic, only to have it snatched away by his wife. She grabbed him by the hair and furiously yanked a brush through it.
"Ah! Zelda, what the-"
"If you're going to be a king, please at least try to look like one every once and a while!"
He grimaced as she brushed the tangles from his hair and then almost cried when she handed him the outfit she wanted him to wear. He'd look like a king, alright.
"Zelda, this is ridiculous," he complained, holding up the golden tunic. It was decorated with suns and moons of silver and looked like something he'd expect to find his daughter wearing to bed.
"So is your behavior the past few days!" she spat back.
The guilt stabbed his heart again and he went to change without further complaint. He stood alone in the dressing room when he was finished, not wanting to go back out there. Why did Talon have to be sick? All of this could have been so easily prevented. He felt so shallow, wallowing over this girl he didn't even know just because she was beautiful when he had a gorgeous wife who's personality he loved as much as the rest of her. Or did he? She was always nagging at him to be better, perfect. And she was never satisfied with him, even when he did his best to please her. She never seemed to have time for him when he needed her. She was always taking on the kingly duties she complained he never helped her with though she pushed him away when he tried. Did he love her personality?
Of course I do! his mind hissed at him. Of course I love her!
Her? Wasn't he talking about her personality? He couldn't take it anymore. He shook away the thoughts and went back to the bedroom.
"Good, you're ready! Hmm." Zelda looked him over then gently tugged at one of his long bangs. "You need a haircut."
He liked his hair long and she knew that!
"Uh.sure, Zelda. Let's just go and get back alright?"
Link had been feigning sleep for the past hour, praying Zelda would leave without him or think he was sick. He couldn't possibly accompany her to Lon Lon Ranch. Malon had run through his mind everytime he got close to Zelda for the past two days and the last thing he needed was to have them both in the same room.
Why am I so damn attracted to her?! he thought.
He finally pulled his head from the pillow and yawned as though he'd just woken up. Zelda was hurriedly dressing Omriy while a maid fussed over baby Anuerin.
"Daddy's up!" Omriy chanted. The baby giggled along with her as the maid tugged his shirt over his golden-curled head.
"Finally!" Zelda scowled. "Get dressed and hurry! We're late!"
Link grabbed his green tunic, only to have it snatched away by his wife. She grabbed him by the hair and furiously yanked a brush through it.
"Ah! Zelda, what the-"
"If you're going to be a king, please at least try to look like one every once and a while!"
He grimaced as she brushed the tangles from his hair and then almost cried when she handed him the outfit she wanted him to wear. He'd look like a king, alright.
"Zelda, this is ridiculous," he complained, holding up the golden tunic. It was decorated with suns and moons of silver and looked like something he'd expect to find his daughter wearing to bed.
"So is your behavior the past few days!" she spat back.
The guilt stabbed his heart again and he went to change without further complaint. He stood alone in the dressing room when he was finished, not wanting to go back out there. Why did Talon have to be sick? All of this could have been so easily prevented. He felt so shallow, wallowing over this girl he didn't even know just because she was beautiful when he had a gorgeous wife who's personality he loved as much as the rest of her. Or did he? She was always nagging at him to be better, perfect. And she was never satisfied with him, even when he did his best to please her. She never seemed to have time for him when he needed her. She was always taking on the kingly duties she complained he never helped her with though she pushed him away when he tried. Did he love her personality?
Of course I do! his mind hissed at him. Of course I love her!
Her? Wasn't he talking about her personality? He couldn't take it anymore. He shook away the thoughts and went back to the bedroom.
"Good, you're ready! Hmm." Zelda looked him over then gently tugged at one of his long bangs. "You need a haircut."
He liked his hair long and she knew that!
"Uh.sure, Zelda. Let's just go and get back alright?"