A/N:

I've been inspired again. LOL This one will also be quite fluffy. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed these fics! I will also soon be posting an explanation for my last fic My Beautiful Wraith, b/c everyone seemed to be quite confused by it. [sigh] My art is so underappreciated…. ^_~

Disclaimer: I don't own Zelda. I've told you guys this, like, a BIZZILION times! Sheesh

You'll Never Be Alone

Genre of Romance: General/Drama

Rating: PG FLUFFINESS! WAHOO!

An unbidden tear glided slowly down her pale cheek, eventually falling onto her hand which lay on the windowsill. Hastily, she wiped her damp face, only to find the tears coming even more quickly. With a frustrated sob, she covered her face with her hands, ashamed of her feminine weakness.


Princess Zelda sat on her expansive windowsill and cried softly to herself. The day had been difficult, what with the meeting earlier that day with her counselors and administrators. These men resonated with the constant desire for more power and with their own selfish goals; they cared nothing for the feelings of a young, inexperienced woman who had the weight of an entire nation upon her shoulders. Zelda felt completely alone in her duties as the monarch and ruler of Hyrule.

They had mentioned her marriage options once more; their cold, nonchalant manner on the subject offended Zelda, who desperately desired a marriage for love, not politics.

But that is a selfish goal, she thought. Her tears increased. I am no better than those men.

Sometimes it was too much – sometimes, Zelda felt the weight too heavily, felt her duty crushing her with its mass. Sometimes, she truly did not know what should be done. No matter how hard she tried, it never seemed enough. Nothing she accomplished was noted by anyone; there was no praise, no encouragement – nothing. There was always something to be done, something that should be attended to, something that could have been done better.

And here I am, pitying myself. Was that any way a princess should behave? A princess was to keep her emotions locked away, never to be exposed. Emotions, Zelda had always been told, were weapons willingly given to the enemy.

But her tears would not cease. They flooded her eyes and fell down her face in streams, wetting her hands and silk gown. Zelda sniffled. She would have a terribly headache later, she mused. Crying always did that to her.

Her thoughts were interrupted when there was a knock at her door. Zelda hastily wiped her face with her lace handkerchief, daintily blowing her nose and drying her eyes. "Who is it?" she asked lightly, as if nothing were the matter.

"It's Link," a masculine voice answered. "May I come in?"

Zelda blinked in surprise, but eventually rose from the windowsill and went to the door. Opening it, she saw Link standing before her, a smile upon his handsome face. Golden hair fell into his blue eyes; it was getting quite long, actually. "Please, come in," Zelda said quietly, admitting Link into her chambers. "Sit, sit. I'll get us some refreshments." After ringing a bell, a servant quickly came, and Zelda quietly requested what she wanted. With a bow, the servant left. Zelda then went and sat down on the ruby colored sofa, while Link sat across from her in the matching armchair. The tea soon arrived, and she began to sip it. It helped to calm her nerves.

"How are you?" Zelda asked as the tea warmed her throat.

"Fine. You?" Link also took a cup and began drinking, although not as quietly as Zelda. The man would never acquire perfect etiquette, Zelda mused.

"Truthfully? I am weary as hell," she replied with a rather bitter laugh.

"Had another council meeting, I assume?" Link set his cup down, giving her his full attention. His blue eyes seemed to penetrate hers, forcing Zelda to look away.

"Yes, you are correct," she replied softly, staring at the brown liquid within her cup. She watched as the steam rose slowly up towards the ceiling, trying to hold back the tears that were so close to returning. "We spoke of my marrying." To her shame, her voice broke slightly and vision blurred. With a huff, she set her cup down onto the mahogany table, not caring that the tea had sloshed onto the lovely furniture. "Politics," she muttered, sniffling slightly.

"You're upset," Link said bluntly. "What is the matter?"

Zelda's self control broke. "What is the matter? What is the matter? The matter is that I have no control over any aspect of my own life, that is what is that matter!" she yelled, tears beginning to stream down her face once more. She roughly wiped them away, swearing under her breath. "For Goddesses' sake, I am so weary of being only a political tool, Link!" She attempted to go on, but her voice was lodged within her throat; she sobbed quietly, thoroughly ashamed.

"Zelda…" Link whispered, concern coloring his voice. "Do not cry – ."

Anger blossomed. "Do not cry! Do not cry!" Zelda mocked, removing herself from the sofa to go to her customary windowsill. "That is what they constantly tell me! 'Keep your emotions in check, Zelda. Do not let them see how you truly feel, Zelda. Emotions are not permitted in politics, Zelda.' What in Goddesses' name do you want me to do? Become stone? Rip out my heart and soul so I feel nothing? What? What do you want me to do?"

Silence filled the air after her outburst. Link eventually got up from his armchair and went to the princess, completely confused on how to handle the situation. "Is there anything I can do?" he asked tentatively, fearing her wrath at the moment.

"No, yes, I don't know." Zelda muttered. After a moment, her tears increased. "Link," she whispered, her eyes pleading, earnest, "I do not know what to do anymore. I fear…I fear wedding a man I do not know. I fear that I will fail Hyrule." A sob caught in her throat. "I fear being alone..."

Her voice was barely existent, so soft that Link had to strain to hear it. But the words that came to his ears broke his heart. "Oh, Zelda," he whispered, impulsively pulling her into his arms. She shuddered and strained against him, until he said quietly, "You are allowed to cry in front of me, Zelda. No one should be ashamed of their emotions."

With a soft sob, she began to weep onto his shoulder, her body quivering, yet relaxing onto his own. He rubbed her back comfortingly and attempted to soothe her with kind words. After a time, she pulled away and looked into his eyes. "Thank you," she said quietly while wiping her face, but not completely disentangling herself from his comforting arms. She touched his face. "You are an exceptional man, Link. I so love that about you."

Link bent and kissed her lightly on the forehead, and then her eyelids. The pair said nothing for a moment after that; Zelda simply stared at him, as if discovering something very important. Suddenly, she pulled his face down to her level and kissed him on the mouth; his lips were sweet to taste and soft to the touch. Her heart began pounding furiously as a result.

These feelings were foreign, yet not unwanted. Link – he had always been by her side, and she hadn't even noticed. She would never make that mistake again. Kissing him deeply, her legs quivering at the intimate contact, she whispered his name against his lips. He, in turn, threaded his fingers through her golden hair.

When they parted, Link was smiling. "That was unexpected," he eventually commented.

Zelda laughed lightly, her heart suddenly a thousands times lighter. "You do wonders to a person's heart, Link." She added in a sensual whisper, "Especially my own."

He blushed slightly, but answered, "I'm glad. And, Zelda?"

"Hmm…?" She smiled lazily up at him.

"You'll never be alone. I will always be there for you."

"I know," she answered quietly. Pulling his face gently down to her own again, she whispered, "How well I know it, Link."

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