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Chapter 10: The Rose Tells All
Aryll sighed as she sat between her mother and father in the throne room. They were still arguing about the whole shield and sword thing. She wondered that once she was married, whether she would argue with her own husband. Not that that was a good thing.
"Shield is better!"
"Sword!"
"Shield!" Aryll rolled her eyes. This would go absolutely no where anytime soon. She twiddled the rose she held in her hand. She had snatched it from the dining table vase to play with. Now she was bored. What to do.........what to do? Aryll suddenly got an idea!
"Mother! I found this excellent was you can decide which one is better for the moment."
"What?"
"You see this rose. Well, each of you can take turns pulling out a petal and whoever pulls out the last one wins!"
"Isn't it like that game girls play to figure out if their true love loves them back?"
"Yes.........but this is a variation of that game."
"Yes of course!" the king suddenly quipped. "You are so smart. So what do you say, my dear?"
"I accept. I shall go." She pulled out a petal. "Shield!"
"Sword!" the king bellowed, pulling out another. Taking turns, the two royals pulled out the petals. Finally, almost bouncing on her toes, the queen pulled out the final petal.
"Shield!!" she exclaimed. "Well, dear, it appears I won." The king looked at the bare stem for a moment, before scowling.
"The bloody, blasted.........I mean.........that darn rose!" He smiled nervously at his daughter's withering look. "Oh well, it's wrong anyway.
"The shield triumphs!" the queen beamed.
.........
Rosemarie was still sitting in the shade of the tree. She noticed a few roses growing out of nowhere beside her. /Strange. Why don't they grow in a patch of bushes instead of on a small shrub?/. She picked one and twirled it in her finger.
An idea came to her. She pulled of a single petal.
"Link loves Zelda," she said. She pulled yet another one. "He loves me." And so on, in that fashion, she played the childhood game of figuring out secret crushes. At the end, she had five left. Pulling them out, and to her dismay, the last one was.........
"Link loves................................................Zelda? Oh darn! It didn't work, did it?"
.........
Zelda sat down in her room. Her mother had brought in a fresh bouquet of flowers to keep on her table. Reaching out to the vase, Zelda took a rose. A very deep scarlet rose, one of her very favorite colors.
"I really do wish he loved me," she thought. As if on instinct, she pulled out a petal. "But he probably doesn't." Another petal fell to the floor. She got a sudden idea. Repeating the same words, she pulled out the petals. At the end, she had but one petal in her hand.
"He loves me," she whispered. Her words lit a glimmer of hope in her heart.
.........
Link sat by his stable, playing a slow tune on his ocarina. His horse was galloping in the fields. Occasionally, it would go in and out of the gardens. He continued playing until his horse ran up to him. On its mane was a rose, caught in the abundance of white hair. He chuckled as he pulled it out. He was about to fling it over his shoulder when he had another idea. Keeping the rose in his left hand, he pulled out various petals with his right.
"Will everything work out between us, Zelda and me?" he said. "Yes. No. Yes. No." He kept on alternating his answers until the last petal fell.
"NO?"
Chapter 10: The Rose Tells All
Aryll sighed as she sat between her mother and father in the throne room. They were still arguing about the whole shield and sword thing. She wondered that once she was married, whether she would argue with her own husband. Not that that was a good thing.
"Shield is better!"
"Sword!"
"Shield!" Aryll rolled her eyes. This would go absolutely no where anytime soon. She twiddled the rose she held in her hand. She had snatched it from the dining table vase to play with. Now she was bored. What to do.........what to do? Aryll suddenly got an idea!
"Mother! I found this excellent was you can decide which one is better for the moment."
"What?"
"You see this rose. Well, each of you can take turns pulling out a petal and whoever pulls out the last one wins!"
"Isn't it like that game girls play to figure out if their true love loves them back?"
"Yes.........but this is a variation of that game."
"Yes of course!" the king suddenly quipped. "You are so smart. So what do you say, my dear?"
"I accept. I shall go." She pulled out a petal. "Shield!"
"Sword!" the king bellowed, pulling out another. Taking turns, the two royals pulled out the petals. Finally, almost bouncing on her toes, the queen pulled out the final petal.
"Shield!!" she exclaimed. "Well, dear, it appears I won." The king looked at the bare stem for a moment, before scowling.
"The bloody, blasted.........I mean.........that darn rose!" He smiled nervously at his daughter's withering look. "Oh well, it's wrong anyway.
"The shield triumphs!" the queen beamed.
.........
Rosemarie was still sitting in the shade of the tree. She noticed a few roses growing out of nowhere beside her. /Strange. Why don't they grow in a patch of bushes instead of on a small shrub?/. She picked one and twirled it in her finger.
An idea came to her. She pulled of a single petal.
"Link loves Zelda," she said. She pulled yet another one. "He loves me." And so on, in that fashion, she played the childhood game of figuring out secret crushes. At the end, she had five left. Pulling them out, and to her dismay, the last one was.........
"Link loves................................................Zelda? Oh darn! It didn't work, did it?"
.........
Zelda sat down in her room. Her mother had brought in a fresh bouquet of flowers to keep on her table. Reaching out to the vase, Zelda took a rose. A very deep scarlet rose, one of her very favorite colors.
"I really do wish he loved me," she thought. As if on instinct, she pulled out a petal. "But he probably doesn't." Another petal fell to the floor. She got a sudden idea. Repeating the same words, she pulled out the petals. At the end, she had but one petal in her hand.
"He loves me," she whispered. Her words lit a glimmer of hope in her heart.
.........
Link sat by his stable, playing a slow tune on his ocarina. His horse was galloping in the fields. Occasionally, it would go in and out of the gardens. He continued playing until his horse ran up to him. On its mane was a rose, caught in the abundance of white hair. He chuckled as he pulled it out. He was about to fling it over his shoulder when he had another idea. Keeping the rose in his left hand, he pulled out various petals with his right.
"Will everything work out between us, Zelda and me?" he said. "Yes. No. Yes. No." He kept on alternating his answers until the last petal fell.
"NO?"