Chapter 3: Zelda's Fate

"You're home!" Rosemarie's mother said as her daughter walked through the door. "Did you have fun?"

"Of course! Oh my Goddesses! I just met the prince! He's so nice, and cute, and everything!" Rosemarie replied.

"I remember, when his father was the prince, how we all used to flock around just for a better view when he came to the market! And what else, he chose a princess from the neighboring kingdom to marry!" Rosemarie felt something drop into her stomach.

"Does that mean Prince Link will marry a princess, too?"

"Well, Rosemarie, I don't think so. I mean, there are so many differences between Link and his father. For one thing, Link treats everyone in the kingdom as equals. His father only cared about flirting with girls." Rosemarie's mother huffed. "So vain, he was." Rosemarie fought the urge to giggle.

"Well, I want to go visit my diary...I have something to say to her." Her mother rolled her eyes.

"Go ahead, spend half your day writing a novel in your diary about you being a lost princess and Prince Link rescuing you!" Rosemarie flushed.

"Well! It's just...I mean...it is just my imagination!" She hurried off to her room. On the way, she tripped over something on the floor. She almost crashed into her bedroom door.

"What in the name of Hyrule was that?" She turned around and found that it was a book, and it looked very familiar. She realized it was the book she had borrowed from the library to figure out Zelda's fate. She picked it up and limped back to her room.

"Finally," she thought as she curled up in her plush chair and opened the book to the page she had marked. It was about Zelda...Zelda's death.

"On the eight of October," she read, "Queen Zelda passed away after giving birth to her daughter, named Zelda after her Honor. She had been very weak for a few days, barely eating anything. Her husband later committed suicide." Rosemarie stopped, looking at the book in horror.

"He killled himself?" she shrieked. "And she died? What kind of a fairy tale is that? I have to do something about this." Rosemarie took out her diary and began to write in it.

"In my story," she muttered. "There will be a happy ending. I know there will be."

Zelda was sitting cross-legged on the floor, reading from a book she recently borrowed from the library. It was about a strange topic, and she wasn't interested. But book reports...were book reports. Soon, she found herself thinking about Link. He was such a nice guy. He might have actually talked to them more if Rosemarie hadn't been soaking wet. Just like her, to ruin everything. Of course, Zelda didn't put blame on her. But, she did have to say that Rosemarie ruined many things, including more than a few school plays. But that was her...

Zelda sighed and closed her book. This was getting nowhere. Instead, she had to go back and think about Link, again. He was so hot, so handsome, so cute, so everything! She had never felt this way for any other guy. She just wished she could assure that Link thought of her the same way. But there were more than a hundred girls his age. Why would he remember just one?

Link sat in his bedroom, looking out the window upon his kingdom. Or soon to be his kingdom. One day his father would abdicate the throne to him. One day...

Link's thoughts wavered back to the market. Where he had seen those two girls and heard their conversation. Classic, he should have known. All girls thought about him that way. But these two in particular caught his attention. The calm one first. She seemed to hold herself upright, though sometimes she would be friendly. The other one, though a tad bit prettier, was a bit of a klutz. But Link loved that as much as he liked calm. He liked them both.