Link's head was reeling. He couldn't see an inch in front of his face and
the silence was crushing him. The cold surrounded him and he knew he was
going to die. At least he would if he kept up like this. He'd spent the
day with his hand in the hand of a woman who was not his wife and confessed
to her that he liked her. He more than liked her, who was he kidding?
But all this was ridiculous! He didn't even know her. He had known her though, and he liked what he knew then in Malon better than what he knew now in Zelda. How could he tell Zelda any of this? He had to tell her. He couldn't keep this under wraps. He had a conscience after all and this was not sitting well with it.
Images of Malon were pouring were pouring through his brain, threatening to drive him insane.
"Link? Link!" Zelda cried.
Link opened his eyes and everything suddenly stopped. It was like being in the eye of a hurricane. Zelda's face hovered in the blur that hung in the air around him. She looked concerned and confused.
"Malon?" He heard that name come from somewhere. It took him a few moments to realize that "somewhere" was his own lips.
"Malon?" Zelda asked. "Link, it's me, Zelda. You're burning up. You must have caught something when you were running around in those fields with the children and.Malon." Zelda trailed off. The natural flush in her cheeks paled and she took her hand from his head. "You're sick, darling. Sleep."
She left the room a bit hurriedly and Link's eyes fell closed again. What he had just done to Zelda dawned on him slowly and painfully. What was wrong with him? This was all not right. But, he was sick she had said. Sick. That had to be it. That was the problem. He was sick and it was messing his mind up.
"I love her," he told himself, intending the "her" to mean Zelda. But he wasn't so sure that was the "her" it ended up being.
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"Daddy, wake up! The lady is here." Link rolled over, groggy with sleep, and was greeted by the gleeful face of his baby girl. He smiled back at her and sat up. Instinctively, he reached over to wake Zelda, but he felt nothing beside him but the bed. It was still made.
"Where's mommy?" he asked Omriy.
"She slept with me last night, Daddy."
"Why?"
Omriy shrugged as she picked up one of Link's tunics off the floor where he had a habit of leaving them.a habit Zelda never ceased to yell at him for, even when he managed to get his clothes put away. Omriy pulled it around her shoulders like a blankie and stuffed her thumb in her mouth, a habit of her own.
"Come on, Daddy! Lady's waiting," she said, allowing her thumb to leave her mouth for a second.
Lady? Who was Lady? Probably one of Zelda's friends whom Link was expected to greet like the king he was. The king he was forced to be.
"Alright, I'm coming. Tell mommy I'm getting dressed and she just has to hold on a moment."
"Mommy's asleep, Daddy," Omriy said as she walked out of the room.
But all this was ridiculous! He didn't even know her. He had known her though, and he liked what he knew then in Malon better than what he knew now in Zelda. How could he tell Zelda any of this? He had to tell her. He couldn't keep this under wraps. He had a conscience after all and this was not sitting well with it.
Images of Malon were pouring were pouring through his brain, threatening to drive him insane.
"Link? Link!" Zelda cried.
Link opened his eyes and everything suddenly stopped. It was like being in the eye of a hurricane. Zelda's face hovered in the blur that hung in the air around him. She looked concerned and confused.
"Malon?" He heard that name come from somewhere. It took him a few moments to realize that "somewhere" was his own lips.
"Malon?" Zelda asked. "Link, it's me, Zelda. You're burning up. You must have caught something when you were running around in those fields with the children and.Malon." Zelda trailed off. The natural flush in her cheeks paled and she took her hand from his head. "You're sick, darling. Sleep."
She left the room a bit hurriedly and Link's eyes fell closed again. What he had just done to Zelda dawned on him slowly and painfully. What was wrong with him? This was all not right. But, he was sick she had said. Sick. That had to be it. That was the problem. He was sick and it was messing his mind up.
"I love her," he told himself, intending the "her" to mean Zelda. But he wasn't so sure that was the "her" it ended up being.
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"Daddy, wake up! The lady is here." Link rolled over, groggy with sleep, and was greeted by the gleeful face of his baby girl. He smiled back at her and sat up. Instinctively, he reached over to wake Zelda, but he felt nothing beside him but the bed. It was still made.
"Where's mommy?" he asked Omriy.
"She slept with me last night, Daddy."
"Why?"
Omriy shrugged as she picked up one of Link's tunics off the floor where he had a habit of leaving them.a habit Zelda never ceased to yell at him for, even when he managed to get his clothes put away. Omriy pulled it around her shoulders like a blankie and stuffed her thumb in her mouth, a habit of her own.
"Come on, Daddy! Lady's waiting," she said, allowing her thumb to leave her mouth for a second.
Lady? Who was Lady? Probably one of Zelda's friends whom Link was expected to greet like the king he was. The king he was forced to be.
"Alright, I'm coming. Tell mommy I'm getting dressed and she just has to hold on a moment."
"Mommy's asleep, Daddy," Omriy said as she walked out of the room.