A/N: Well, marching band is now over, so I suppose I'll have more time to work on this. That is, until my mom makes me get a job :( . Anyway, thank you again for the reviews!

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The Royal Wedding

We moved into the completed North Tower of the castle when I was nine years old. We left our old lives completely behind, and prepared to begin anew, as my mother would optimistically tell me. Link and my mother had decided to wait until after we had settled in to have their wedding, which was just fine with me.

That is, until that accursed day arrived.

I had never seen my mother more excited about anything in my entire life. It seemed as though a smile was frozen on her face, for I never saw her without one throughout those months. With the help of her newly hired handmaidens, she happily planned the event, fiercely concentrating on every single detail. Link, on the other hand, was quite the opposite. In fact, he didn't seem too excited about it at all. Not that he had ever shown any emotion for anything before.

Their wedding was to be held at the Temple of Time. The wedding was not to be an extremely large event, as the Temple of Time could only fit so many, but there was to be a tremendous festival held afterward to celebrate their marriage and the homecoming of the Queen of Hyrule.

Link and my mother had a mutual agreement on how Hyrule was to be ruled. Because of the fact that my mother had had diplomatic training and was the true heir to the throne, she would take the role of the ruler of Hyrule, and because of Link's status and lack of experience in this area, he would stand by her side to support her and offer his opinion if he so chose. This, of course, went against the ancient tradition of having a man as ruler, but my mother felt that Hyrule was ready for a slight change in policy. She firmly claimed that it would make no difference otherwise.

On the morning of the event, I was sent to Link's room to help him prepare, while my mother's maids and female friends helped her. I sprawled out lazily on the bed as I watched Link dress himself.

Ugh, I thought grudgingly, rolling my eyes. Why did I have to be there? It wasn't as if he needed my help anyway. He was a grown man, for Goddesses' sake; he could get dressed by his own damn self.

I nearly burst out laughing when Link had finished and began to examine himself in the mirror. He looked completely out of place in rich garments of royal blue, adorned with gold trimmings and a red silk sash and cape. His messy golden locks hung in his eyes, and the rebellious effect that his earrings had always provided him with was lost. I hastily covered my mouth with my hand to hold back my laughter.

Link scowled at his reflection. "I feel like an ass," he muttered to no one in particular, and I buried my face in a pillow to stifle my giggling once again.

My mother, on the other hand, didn't look nearly as awkward and uncomfortable as Link. On the contrary; I had never seen her look more beautiful. Her elegant white wedding dress fit her form perfectly, and was intricately designed with elaborate patterns of lace and jewels. Silver ribbons had been woven through her golden cascade of curls, and her rosy cheeks contrasted brilliantly with her pale, porcelain skin.

I stood beside Link as I watched her walk down the aisle. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Link gasp and his eyes widen as he stared in awe. She looked more like an angel than anything, and even seemed to float toward us. She walked alone, for her father had been murdered by Ganondorf long ago and she had no one to give her away. But still she smiled jubilantly, appearing perfectly calm and collected.

The ceremony was conducted by a priest named Rauru, a good friend of my mother's. I would learn later that he was the actual Sage of Light, and that he spent nearly all of his days in the Sacred Realm, watching over the seal that now held Ganondorf inside. From the way he smiled and nodded at Link, I could see he approved of the match. However, when his eyes shifted to me, I swore I saw him shiver and cringe before he looked away quickly, which put me in an even more sour mood than before.

My mind drifted as they performed the rituals, and before I knew it, festive music rang in my ears to announce that it was done. Relieved, I leapt into a carriage before Link and my mother could find me, and it carried me back to the castle alone. And instead of preparing for the festival, I trotted toward the back of the castle and exited through the unguarded back door, for most of the guards had been called to work security at the wedding.

I stared for a long moment at the spectacle before me. Mountains of rubble towered above, blocking the sunlight and drowning the area in shadows. This was the wreckage yet to be cleared out by the workers. These were the remains of Ganondorf's castle, destroyed years ago as a last attempt to annihilate Link and my mother.

They had not told me that all of this was still here. My curiosity got the best of me and I ventured further into the ruins. I bent down and began to examine the rubble. Most of it was not recognizable and I was unable to guess what it had once been apart of. Plunging my hand in deeper, I flinched as I felt something tear through my skin. I wrenched my hand back to see that I had been cut deeply on my wrist by a colorful piece of stained glass. I moved the glass aside and went deeper.

Suddenly, I managed to grasp something solid and smooth-feeling. I carefully pulled the object out and began to study it. I gasped in horror as I realized what it was.

It was a bone. From what I could not determine, but the shock registered within me and I threw it back, scrambling back to the castle as fast as my little legs could carry me.

As soon I was inside, I slammed the heavy wooden door behind me and sighed in relief. I had always felt I was safe as long as I was inside the castle. The same feeling held true for me now, but I couldn't help lingering over my terrifying discovery.

To whom did that bone belong? What terrible fate had he or she met?

As I walked through the dimly lit corridor, I decided that I didn't desire to know.