A/N: And here is the extra chapter/special/thing.

I wrote it in the King's PoV for some reason, for which I had a whole explanation planned out, but I have now forgotten so yeah…

And this idea came to me a bit after I posted the last chapter… and no-one's suggested it in their reviews yet… shrugs (Well… so far, at least)

. Chapter 21 . – A King's Confession

I paced my study. I couldn't believe it… That good for nothing boy actually managed to get his memory back, as well as my daughter…

Of all the precautions I took to prevent them from ever meeting… ever knowing of each other… it happened right beneath by very nose!

I want to kill him. Just rid of him… then I'd have nothing to worry about… except for Zelda hating me.

"Sire?" a guard interrupted my thoughts, walking through the door.

"What?" I snapped back. I really wanted to be alone at the moment. Alone so I could figure out my next plan of action…

"Sire… do you think he's actually left?" the guard asked.

I paused for a moment and the fool thought that I don't know who he was talking about.

"I mean Li-"

"I don't care!" I yelled at him, "I don't care if he's hidden in your armour, as long as he doesn't lay one finger on my daughter!"

"Sorry… sire…" the guard shrank back, out of the room.

I sighed. I needed to talk to Zelda. I really needed to talk to her. She must be so angry at me now… My heart sank, just thinking of what my wife would be thinking, up from the Sacred Realm… she would have handled this a lot better than I did… though… I could tell she actually liked the boy… I never could imagine why. He was as good as a peasant. I don't care if he saved the world.

Walking down the hall to Zelda's room, I paused for a moment, collecting my thoughts – and courage – before I was going to knock.

"I love him, Vera! I… I can't live without him!"

"There there, Miss… maybe your father the King will soften up eventually and let you see him…"

I heard Zelda crying and her maid trying to cheer her up.

"No, Vera! He won't! I know him! He's just a cold… heartless… cruel monster! He doesn't care about me! He doesn't care about anything except for himself! I could just kill myself and he wouldn't care! I'll prove it! Oh, I hate him so much!"

I heard some shuffling noises and my hand went for the handle, but I stopped myself.

"Miss Zelda! You don't mean that! You're not going to kill yourself! Please don't, Miss! You are like a sister to me!"

I thanked her… whatever the maid's name was… I knew she stopped Zelda from killing herself. I, however, wasn't happy. She hated me.

Oh, I hate him so much!

Those words lingered in my head. I had failed. I had failed as a King when I had given in to Ganondorf's manipulations before. I had failed to keep Zelda away from that stupid boy. And I had failed as a father.

Slowly, I made my way back to my study and found Rauru standing in front of the door.

"You…" I glared.

I suspected he was up to something…. He was to blame for the reason Zelda remembered her past.

"Yes, it is me," he replied, glaring back.

"You're up to something," I said accusingly.

He laughed, "That's quite rich, coming from you."

"Well, I know that you're going to do something," I growled, "Don't think I'm stupid, Rauru."

The sage laughed again.

"Me? I'm not up to anything… I'm not underestimating you, your highness, you're the one underestimating the boy."

"He's been banished! I have nothing to worry about!" I yelled.

"Your daughter has already chosen him over you once and she will do it again and again, how many ever times she has to," Rauru said, his eyes gleaming with something I have never seen in his eyes before. He was threatening me.

"What do you know that I don't?" I asked. I had to admit. I was worried now.

"You think he'll give up so easily?" Rauru asked, "Do you remember when he was on his quest to save our country from Ganondorf, in our other timeline? He never gave up, no matter how bad the odds looked."

"What are you saying…?"

Rauru gave me a look that told me the answer to my question was obvious.

"He'll come back for her. Whether you like it or not. He's going to return and maybe your daughter will run away with him… the more you distance the two, the more you are pushing your daughter away… and I think that banishing him was the final move. You've lost her. Do you realise that?"

I fell silent. I… lost her? My own daughter…

Oh, I hate him so much!

Rauru was right. It was too late…

"What… what can I do…?" I whispered.

"Nothing," Rauru said, walking away, "You can sit back and watch your daughter run away with Link."

Under usual circumstances, I would have yelled at Rauru for using the forbidden name… but I didn't this time. There were worse things to worry about…

Suddenly a plan formulated in my mind. If he was on his way back to the castle right now…

I had to risk it. Zelda would hate him, he would probably be sentenced to death… and if I failed… I would not have to witness my severe failure. With Zelda hating me, I had nothing left for me anyway.

Walking into my study, I opened the drawer and took out a small vial of purple fluid. I've had this with me for so long that I have forgotten why it came into my possession in the first place, but I didn't care anymore.

Lifting my head, I tipped the vile poison into my mouth and swallowed it, trying my best to ignore the revolting taste.

If I remembered right, it would slowly but surely close down all functioning systems in my body, until I died. With the time I had left, I put the cork back on the vial and replaced it in the drawer. My head was spinning now, but I knew I had to do this. If I was found dead with no traces of anything around me, knowing my head guard, Aron would most probably immediately blame the boy. And that was what I was relying on.

I was becoming weak… I staggered and then I fell.

Lying on the ground, I felt whatever was left of my strength escape me, my conciousness still in full function… though I knew that it too would soon be shut off.

If I could, I would have smiled. I knew he was on his way here. He would come to the castle. Probably sneak straight to my daughter's room. They would find me dead. He would be blamed.

It was a brilliant plan.

I lay there and waited for any sounds that may alert me to the fact that the boy was in my castle. I didn't hear him, but I kept listening…

Of course I wouldn't hear him. Her room was on the other end of the hall. They would both be quiet so as to make sure that no-one heard them. She was smart, my little girl. Definitely with her mother's wisdom. Only this time, I would win. I would be dead, but I would win.

I lay on the ground with every last thought of mine running through my head, until they were all gone.

I felt no more. I breathed no more.

I was dead.

But did I win?

A/N: Okie, it didn't really turn out as good as I hoped… but meh. It's hard to write in the point of view of someone who dies. For me at least.

I'm sorry to everyone, especially Gillian, who was really looking forward to this, telling through her review, for taking so long to get this finished.

With all the other work I had to do as well, I literally forgot about this. Sorry.

Anyway… tell me what you all think about this chapter.