A/N- Alright, so. Lets see. Link and Layla fell asleep in each other's arms in the Sacred Forest meadow.

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BUT YOU FORGET! TODAY IS THE FATEFUL DAY OF THE WEDDING!

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But ALAS! I shall save the day with my creative writing skills!

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…Maybe.

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Okay okay I will.

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………………………………………………………..Maybe.

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Layla woke up in the misty chamber of the Sacred Forest Meadow and wondered where she was for a moment, then realized that she was in Link's arms in the Sacred Forest Meadow. For minute she failed to realize she was missing her shirt, but presently found it and put it on. She couldn't even look at Link as she laid her scythe down next to him to ensure him her safety. She felt like whore, as she climbed the ladder to the top of the platforms in the Sacred Chamber of the forest and jumped across them.

Sure, Cameron was sick, twisted, and an all-out bastard, but he had never fooled around with anyone besides her...that she knew of. She floated gracefully across the tops of the platforms and out into the Lost Woods. She entered a random log and ended up at the entrance, jumping down from the high cliff and landing in the main path of the forest. She walked slowly up to a very bashed-up Mido.

"Zara beat you up before she left, didn't she?" Layla smirked.

"Only because I let her…" Mido grumbled.

"Uh huh. Whatever." She walked past him without another word and left him to drown in his sorrow of being too much of a pussy to stand up to a Gerudo.

She walked slowly across Hyrule field, strolling carefully around the Peahats and up the entrance to her fortress. The red clay and rocks contrasted so well with the green of the field. She flipped her hair, which was getting long, and walked carefully across the log to the bridge, running swiftly across it with extreme agility. She walked slowly the rest of the way though, not wanting to have to confront Cameron.

Earlier that day…

Cameron had woken up next to Nathaniel and yawned. He got out his best clothes and set them on the bed, Nathaniel waking up shortly after. Cameron was (shall we say primping? No…as much as I'd like to humiliate him I cannot.) getting ready in the bathroom when his opposite of a brother came in.

"Cameron, where is Layla?" He asked him.

"Hmmm…" Cameron tweaked his bangs hanging over his headband of a crown. "Don't know, don't care." He flicked it in and out of place. Nathaniel stared.

"Cameron! She is to be your bride and you just let her be missing in the night without so much of an OUNCE of worry?"

"Nathaniel, honestly." Cameron scoffed. "You don't seem to know the meaning of the word 'Gerudo'. You don't know Layla. She fends for herself, no matter whether I approve of it or not. She was getting better at it, but now she's gone and disobeyed my orders. Tch! Honestly." He walked around to his closet. "Does she not understand that I am to be the new dictator of her life?? Gods..."

Cameron ranted on and on and Nathaniel sighed and sat on the bed. "Well when you put it like that I see why she left..." he mumbled.

"What?" asked Cameron, actually unconcerned. Nathaniel sighed and told his brother that it was nothing.

"Anyway, Layla is becoming harder and harder to domesticate, and I've tried EVERYTHING. I mean she's carrying my CHILD, and yet she still continues to contradict me."

"You impregnated her?? Cameron...BEFORE THE WEDDING??" Nathaniel asked surprised. "You know how severely that goes against our culture!!"

"Yes, but, were not in our Kingdom, so that doesn't apply." Cameron excused airily.

"That doesn't…that's not how it goes...YOU carry the culture...it's not like...it doesn't apply in places."

"Yes well it was the only thing I could do to get her to shut up about Link."

"Link? You mean that blonde guy that's always around the fortress?" Nathaniel thought aloud.

"Yes, that's him, the brute. He's such an idiot. He knows Layla's betrothed to me, but he still insists on trying to keep her as his. Sadly she loves him as well." Cameron continued growling. Nathaniel thought that Link must not be such a bad guy if he loved Layla that much. "That's why I took this from her..." Cameron was suddenly dressed in his good clothes and holding a beautiful golden and sapphire bracelet.

"It's truly beautiful." Nathaniel said abruptly.

"Yes, but I'm getting rid of it now. Layla has been looking for it, even though she doesn't know I know she has been doing it. But she CANT HAVE IT! It's the only thing that connects her to Link." He held it over the toilet getting ready to try to rid himself of the plightous item. (Its plightous a word? Well if it's not it means that it is a plight of him. It bothers him…) Nathaniel jumped up and grabbed the bracelet.

"No, don't do that!!"

"Nathaniel, let go you sensitive FOOL!"

"Cameron, come on, let me have the bracelet!"

"NO!"

"STOP!!!!" suddenly sounded from the doorway. Layla had found her way in. She walked straight up to Cameron, muttering things like "Oh, HONESTLY." She held out her hand and solemnly looked away from her husband to be in less than 12 hours. "Give me the bracelet, Cameron." At his small hesitation, she repeated herself. "Give me the BRACELET." Stunned at her solemnity, Cameron instantaneously (OMG I actually spelled it right the first time!!) dropped the bracelet into her palm and she took it. She picked up the dress that was hanging on the wall. "I'm going into my quarters with Zara to get ready for the wedding. See you then, Cameron, Nathaniel." Layla walked out.

Cameron was confused. She was so...proper??

"Domesticate her, huh? New dictator of her life, huh?" Nathaniel snickered. "Pussy."

"Oh, shut up." Cameron said, blushing a deep shade of red.

Layla walked into her quarters followed by Zara who had gotten all the details of Layla and Link's encounter after she left before entering the very unused quarters.

"So what do you have in store for me?" Layla asked Zara, laying down happily on her old bed.

"Well we are going to curl your hair, give you some pretty earrings and random jewelry, then don you in your dress and put you in some pretty makeup." Zara said simply.

"Sounds easy enough. How long is that gonna take?"

"Well your hair is going to take the longest time. So…you'll be done about an hour before the wedding commences. Is Link going to be there?"

"Yeah...but I can't look him or Cameron in the face…I can't believe what I did...I'm such a whore." Zara 'tsk'ed at Layla.

"Stop that!!" the scolded. "You were with the man you love, alright? It's not your fault. And besides it's not like you really did anything worse than kiss…did you?" Zara looked skeptical as Layla shook her head fervently. "Well then you aren't guilty."

"I guess..." But she still felt like she was a demimondaine.

(A/N- Woot! It's long description of primping time! I feel a long, creative set of paragraphs just BEGGING to flow through my fingers!! And guys, you CANNOT skip this part.)

First thing that Layla did was take a shower, wetting her hair so that Zara could curl it. Zara took her time putting in tiny curlers, intricately curling every section of hair. Layla got bored at this and was relieved when Zara was finally done, but blushed at how ridiculous she looked in those curling implements. They both sat in front of Layla's full-length mirror and Zara began to apply make-up. She had all the colors in the world to choose from, (you know those crazy gerudos...with the...green...and the blue...AND THE WHITE!!) but thinking correctly that Layla didn't want to look RIDICULOUS on her wedding day, chose a deep red that would compliment her hair color.

Next, Zara was rifling through her bag of things she had brought with her and pulled out some eyeshadow. Layla was scared, because Zara held this up like it was a weapon. (XD Can you picture Zara's face? :D HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!! XD Layla would be all o.o PLEEEEZ don't hurt me. XD I overuse the 'XD' face) Zara soon realized what she was doing, though, and put her hands down, brushing the gold powder over Layla's eyelids. Layla stared at herself in the mirror, this was coming together quite nicely.

Finally, Layla stood up on her stool and Zara pulled the dress over her head, Layla sliding on the gloves easily while Zara zipped up the corset-like back of the dress over Layla's slightly, yet still enlarging, stomach. The hair in the curlers was still wet, despite the few pieces that may have fallen out and formed ringlets at the nape of Layla's neck. Layla touched them and was painfully reminded of Link, and how she used to always touch the feather-soft hair there, and realizing that the ring that kept him away from her was just little more than an hour away. She sighed and sat on the bed, talking with Zara about…nothing. News, sports, weather, the like. (Its an expression, fools!)

When finally Layla's hair was not going to get any dryer, Zara pulled out the curlers and Layla's hair bounced out into big, soft curls around her face. Layla tried not to cry. She looked so beautiful, but she was so sad. It was a very confusing situation. Finally, Zara stood up on the bed behind Layla and put the veil atop her head, the pearls disappearing below her hair near the front, and the occasional rose laying across her row of pearls. The translucent material that created the veil fell down her curls and brushed part of Layla's tan back.

When Layla finally decided she was ready to leave, she and Zara bustled across the sand to the great hall, holding up of the bottom of the dress. They entered the side door, called the bride's door, conveniently, and entered a small room where several people were waiting. Celia (or Navi), the only young one, was deemed the flower girl, and who should be sitting in the ring-bearer's seat but our dear Link, staring at the wall with the pillow upon which the rings sat, looking unconfortable in a black tunic with grey pants that stopped where his boots began. Layla growled. Cameron ovbiously did this to torment Link. She smiled softly as Zara re-appeared in her bridesmaid dress, pink and strapless, pleated at the bottom with matching shoes that had thick, silken ribbons reaching the knees.

"You look so pretty, Zara!" Layla squealed, rather loudly, suddenly catching Link's attention, snapping him out of his quiet reverie.

"Aw, thanks, Layla, you look beautiful as well!" Zara complimented, looking a little past Layla. Layla blushed.

"Link's staring, isn't he?" She asked without moving a muscle.

"Hell yeah." Said Zara, giggling. Layla blushed and finally turned around slowly and gracefully, matching Link's gaze. He did look rather handsome in black, it contrasted against his pale skin and golden hair. They both raise their eyes at the same time and looked into eachother's eyes silently, Celia staring at them with a pained look. Link often talked to her about how much he missed he and Layla's relationship, and how much he loathed Cameron for taking her from him.

When Cameron had come in and suggested Link be the ring bearer, Link gratefully accepted, but as soon as he left Link had stared venting about how Cameron was doing this just to torment him.

"You look...to beautiful to describe, Layla." Link told her, brushing a stray strand of golden hair that just didn't seem to want to stay in his short, bushy ponytail behind his ear and blushing deeply. Layla blushed back.

"You too...er—I mean…you look really nice." Nathaniel entered then, looking very nice in hues of blue, and informed everyone that the precession was about to start. Layla and Link shared a last meaningful look and clasping of the hands before Nathaniel linked arms with Zara (who was slightly blushing) and brushed past the curtains into the greatly decorated Great Hall, walking down the isle to the music being played on the organ. Celia went afterwards, once they had reached the stand, and began sprinkling flower petals on the carpet onto which Layla was to walk.

Layla and Link stood alone in the small room together, casting nervous glances at each other, when suddenly the music changed to (a gerudo, old-time rendition of?) Here Comes the Bride. Layla moved over to Link and just barely brushed her lips across his before walking past the curtains into the great hall, looking at all the faces of the citizens of Hyrule, most of whom would NEVER be allowed in the fortress. She saw Malon and her father and Ingo and those two crazy guys that joked with eachother all the time, the little girl that chases the cuckoo, the man with the beard, the windmill guy was playing up near the altar with the organ, and even that pale guy who's always late to something with his huge bag. (He's not really a theif in OoT, is he?)

She hesitated to look at Cameron, she already knew his face. A satisfied, evil smirk with narrowed green eyes and hands folded in front of him, knowing EXACTLY how much this hurt Layla, and loving every second. She finally did though, and that's exactly how he looked. She looked around at Zara and finally Nathaniel, before stepping up onto the altar with Cameron.

The Gerudo woman standing behind them asked them to please join hands, and Layla hesitantly put her hands into Cameron's, watching Nathaniel and refusing to look at Cameron the entire time. Nathaniel was staring back, analyzing.

'Layla looks so sad, so desperate...'though Nathaniel. He knew how evil his brother was by nature, and how badly he had treated her. Layla looked as if she was about to cry and sniffled a couple times, very quietly. Nathaniel's glanced flickered to Zara for a split second and switched back to Layla's just as quickly, but his mind was still on Zara.

'My God, she's beautiful', Nathaniel kept the vision of Zara in his head. Her perfectly proportionate body in that tight little pink dress...it made him shiver. Layla was quite good looking and he could tell that most Gerudos admired her, but in Nathaniel's mind, the only being within the extent of the land was Zara, his flawness Gerudo nurse.

The wedding was moving rather quickly, the couple was about to exchange vows. The Gerudo ceremonial advisor had finally told Cameron to begin, and he began to rant on a long speech that was probably just a jumble of big words and had nothing to do with anything…

Layla stared silently as Cameron rambled, on one knee. Link was yet to make his entrance, and it was hell standing here having nothing to look at but Cameron's stupid face.

"...I knew, on the daylight hours that I primarily beheld you, that I would exalt you in perpetuity, and that we were intended to be contemporaneous (that's a REAL WORD) until the end of our days. And when…" Cameron babbled on and on with his big words, baffling everybody in the room. Layla kept seeing the curtain at the back ruffle out of her peripheral vision, and knew Link was probably having a fit, listening to this nonsense. If Cameron would just lie and say "I love Layla and therefore we should be married and live happily ever after the end." This would be a hell of a lot easier.

Finally it was Layla's turn. And an abrupt silence filled the room. Layla mumbled an "Uhm…" before finally beginning. "At the time that I met Cameron, I had just been through a strenuous mission, and coming back, was rather stressed out (but fucking in love). However, when I saw Cameron, I knew that my stress would soon (increase and also join up with misery) disappear, and I was (fucking despairingly miserable, definitely not) delighted to spend hours of the day in planning this (fucking un-)glorious day with him and Nika. Then, later, I was moved into Cameron's quarters when I spent a (miserable) time there until today. I'm sure I will be there again, after the wedding. I (want to kill and most definitely do NOT) love this man, and therefore will be (NOT) delighted (more like distressed) to join him in matrimony."

"Would the bearer please bring forth the rings?" the Gerudo preistess called. Link came solemnly down the aisle with the navy pillow trimmed with gold, two small circles of gold in the center of it.

Several folks in the crowd gasped when they saw LINK actually bearing the rings for this acursed wedding. When he brought up the rings, Layla got teary eyed as she saw Cameron's large fingers slip the ring on her slim finger, and she slid his onto his thick, masculine finger. Layla's ring was an absolute ROCK. A huuuuge diamond with a white-gold band. Layla felt self-concsious of what she had gotten Cameron now, (disregarding how much she hated him) a humble golden band, inscribed with his initials on the inside.

Layla glanced quickly at Link, who cracked one of those adorable crooked smiles (though it looked like it took a lot of effort) and stood next to Zara. Layla tried not to laugh. He knew she had bullshitted that entire vow. The preistess began talking again and after the whole "in sickness and in health" drill, she announced the fatal line.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." And time slowed down. Cameron reached his large hands up and to the sides of Layla's face, clamping her head in between them and slowly, slowly, closed his eyes as he brought his face closer and closer to Layla's, Layla not bothering to close her own, and crushed his lips upon hers. She sighed exasperatedly as Cameron pressed his lips into hers, almost SMOTHERING HER, she having to breathe heavily through her nose. He finally pulled away and the crowd was silently applauding, not really into the applause.

"Let the reception begin!!" Cameron called.

Layla sat silently at the dinner table at the head of hall with Cameron, Nabooru, Nika, the preistess, and other heads of the Gerudo population. Layla was distracted by Nabooru most of the time, because this was the first time she had seen her since very young.

Nabooru was tall and slender, in clothes that seemed spun of gold, and garnished with jewelry that must have weighed a ton. Despite the jewelry and other things, she had perfect posture and, though she was getting on in age and was not 18 anymore, (she's like 32 now…) the makeup and other things about her, such as her positive aura and pure MAJESTY about her kept her young. Her hair was violently orange and gold braids hung randomly interweaved with it. Nabooru's many peircings served to glitter her ears and prominent nose (that really just added to her majesty) and she was absolutely perfect.

Cameron babbled mindlessly on to Nabooru and Nabooru just ate and nodded, probably not really comprehending what Cameron said. Not caring enough to even try, most likely.

"And now, the newlyweds would kindly get up and share the first dance." called the singer. Cameron grabbed Layla hand and pulled her out onto the dance floor as the orchestra began to play a slow waltz. Cameron needn't give Layla that stern look that said "Remember what I taught you and DON'T MESS UP." Because he had burned it into her mind. She danced boredly with Cameron, her mind wandering, as Link got up and walked to Nabooru, offering a hand, and Nabooru, giggling coyly, gave her his hand and he swooped her up and began to dance with her.

Layla would never wish the evil of being married to Cameron upon Nabooru, but the fact of where they both were right now, Layla wished with her entire being that she and Nabooru could switch places right now. Songs changed and so did dance partners, besides Cameron and Layla, because Cameron was insanely possessive. People sat down and soon there were only a few couples dancing on the the floor of the great hall, including Link and (now) Malon, Nathaniel and Zara, and Cameron and Layla along with others that were not really important. Cameron was speaking softly to Layla. He had begun on his picture of their life story right when they had got up. He stopped in his expedition of Layla being a jolly housewife with children and sat around all day reading to them and eating junk food, getting fat and began talking about how getting her to do that would probably take a lot of work.

(Oh, it's getting good now, believe me. I've had one word planned for this chapter all along. I'll give you three hints. Its an onomontapoeia, it starts with C, and it HURTS. A LOT.)

"You seem so independent Layla, it seems like you'll never submit to anything I tell you to do, and that really frustrates me. Can you do what you're told for once? Honestly, women these days. I seriously think you are going to have to go through a serious attitude reform before we settle down any."

This pissed Layla off. Who did he think he was, telling her what all was wrong with her? Screw him!!

"You need to just be silent and let me do all the talking when we are publicly together. Just smile and be happy you are graced with being with me, Prince Cameron. Sometimes I think that you might, but then my SENSIBLE side kicks in and I realize that will never be. How bout you start now and just don't talk the rest of the ceremony? You can go back to my quarters and I can schmooze with the guests. They won't even notice you're gone."

Layla growled silently. 'Link will notice', she thought, 'and he'll come visit me, and before you can even understand what's happening, Cameron, dear, Link and I will either be FUCKING or GONE'. Layla realized that she was being vulgar, but she truly didn't care.

"So do you think if you tried you could just become more submissive? I realize you've been a warrior all your life, seriously, I think it's time you stopped living in that life and started the one I want. What dio you say? Truly, I mean. The way you live is just all wrong. Sometimes I rethink this marriage, reasoning that you are mostly useless beside birthing my children." Layla's eyes widened.

FUCK YOU, CAMERON! She thought. FUCK YOU! WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM SAYING THAT? IF YOU WANT THIS TO GET ANY BETTER YOU'LL SHUT UP RIGHT NOW IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR YOU!

Too late.

"Layla, if you just follow whatever I say and be a submissive little housewife that I truly enjoy sitting next to, be silent, and just don't try to do anything I don't tell you to, everything will be alright, got it?" Cameron sounded CLUELESS! What he just brought up this way?

Oh, who cares.

(Ready? Reeeeeeaaaaaaaadyyyyyyyyyy???)

CRACK!!!!!!!

Layla and Cameron stood alone in the middle of the silent floor of the great hall. (The rest of the dancers had sat down.)

And Layla had broken Cameron's nose.

She stood huffing angrily, her face red, her hair slightly messy, her face screwed up in utter infuriation. All subject of the great hall stared at her angry face, the bloody Prince's nose blood now dripping onto the floor, him being only slightly concsious. Layla looked down at her handiwork, turned composedly and indignantly towards the back curtain, walking briskly and without feeling, as the hundreds of faces followed her, her snow white glove's knuckles sprayed with a blot of deep red. She hear the click of her heels as she marched out of the hall and into the compound, out of the compund, and into her quarters.

Back in the Great Hall, A slightly tipsy Zara and a drinking but not remotely drunk Nathaniel stood and stared as a couple Gerudo commons helped Cameron up and held a cloth to his still bleeding profusely nose. Zara looked at Nathaniel, Nathaniel looked at Zara, Zara looked at Link, Link looked at Zara, Link looked at Nabooru, Nabooru looked at Link, Nabooru looked at Nika, Nika looked at Nabooru, Nika looked at the retreating Cameron and the constant trail of blood behind him, she looked at the preistess, the preistess looked at Nika, Nika looked at Nathaniel and Nathaniel looked back at her. (Make a diagram! )

What the fuck just happened?

Ooh hoo hoo I'm soooo evil. What a cliffy. Haha.

CRACK. CLASSIC! I hope Cameron bleeds to death!

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But he wont.

Readers: Damnit.

But don't worry! I'll update as soon as writers block allows me. :D