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Chapter three.
Nabooru is your mom.
The Princess stood stricken with horror at the sight in front of her… her nanny and her lifelong protector was lying on the platform by the window wrapped in Sheik's facecloth, a steady trail of Sheikah blood pooling around her, dripping into the courtyard's moat… her eyes, unfocused and clouded, had lost their look of determination and appeared to be… pleading.
Immediately, for the second time, Zelda longed for the Hero of Time she knew would comfort her, but the Hero was not there. Nor was Sheik. Zelda was completely on her own this time. And she had no idea what to do.
Choking back tears, she walked slowly over to Impa… Impa's body… and pulled her hand away from the facecloth strapped around her chest. Blood, blood, and more blood. Clamping a hand over her mouth, she pulled Impa's arms to her sides… they were stiff and cold and lacked life. Never the way Impa would have wanted Zelda to see her.
At this, the princess simply couldn't take it anymore. Her knees bent, and she gave way to sobbing, bent over her caretaker's body, wishing desperately for the comfort she would never feel again.
She didn't know how long she had stayed that way, but when she looked up, it was evening, and she was still there. Straightening, she pulled away from Impa's body and sat wondering what she was going to do. There was no one in her life now that could help her. No one.
Except…
"What's the matter, Princess?"
The voice sounded familiar… yet deeper, warmer…
"Princess?"
She looked up. Leaning against a nearby pillar, arms folded, staring at her, was…
"Link?"
He merely grinned at her.
Without thinking, filled with joy and relief, she ran over to him and hugged him as tightly as she had done the night he left. "I'm so glad you're here," she sobbed.
"Ssssh." He folded his arms around her and smoothed her hair, wiping the tears from her eyes. Then he leaned down and kissed her.
She was a bit numb to this at first. Link, kissing her? Link had never even expressed interest in her. But right now, in her distraught sense of loss, she needed all the comfort she could get.
He ran his hands over her hair, smoothing it, and over her arms, kissing her all the more passionately. He whirled her around, pinning her against the wall, running his hands over her neck… then took hold of her wrists and tossed her onto the courtyard ground, still on top of her. She opened her eyes but didn't struggle.
His hand moved down to her neklace, unclasped it and threw it off, then to the fastenings of her overshirt, pulled them loose rather forcefully…
This was definitely not Link.
but he would do…
he would do.