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You people creep me out... I posted Chapter 3 at 8:53 PM and got three hits and three reviews by 8:53:30. It must be a miracle!
Now for the chapter that is hailed worldwide as the vaguest, most confusing thing ever to reach publication... no, wait, that's A Tale of Two Cities. Damn summer reading!
Try not to blink; you'll miss all five paragraphs if you do.
When Prince Lowell of Altea was finally able to detach himself from King Harkinnian, the first thing he did was to make straight for the spot he had last seen Zelda. He could not, however, find her anywhere, and standing in her place near the column was that tall redheaded girl – the one who had acted as if she had seen a ghost when he had stood before her.
With no other alternative, he went to her and spoke to her, and when he greeted her with the proper etiquette, she stammered severely and blushed a fierce shade of red that rivaled that of Altea's cherry blossoms in the summer. He visited every degree and passed every necessary step, should the redhead be of royalty as well, introducing himself formally and asking her name as was proper. If she was ofnoble blood, then she hid it well with her flushing and her stumbles, but eventually he learned that this girl named Malon was a friend of Zelda's.
With this information he deduced that this was a sensible woman, if she was a friend of Zelda's, and dropped all trace of decorum and formality. She was surprised, but seemed glad in the end, but when Marth asked her of Zelda's whereabouts she had grown quiet. She told him in a whisper that she'd seen Zelda on the balcony earlier that evening, and then even more quietly she had added that the princess may have been crying.
That was all that was needed to turn the blue-haired prince towards the balcony, for the very thought of something making her cry incensed him, and the need to make her happy overpowered any other obligation.
Smiling faintly, he'd told himself on numerous occasions that this was what would cause his downfall as a prince and a ruler, for if she required it he would go to the ends of the world for her. And although it was a dangerous way to live, it was perfect so long as Zelda was by his side. It may have been deemed foolish or trite by others, but it was a sort of unspoken agreement, and it was all Marth Lowell needed to go on.
The End.
Just kidding. I predict that took you all of 30 seconds to read.
Huh. Well if he isn't the perfect knight in shining armor... I know what you're all thinking: 'How unrealistic.' But that is why I write things like this - to outline an ideal, and to write something that isn't ALL hardship and strife. You may now reprimand my naivete.
Nox -Unfortunately I must soon go back to the aforementioned and agreeably less emotional seven characters (aha! I have tricked you into giving me advice. Success is mine!). This was based on a supposedly 'already existing' relationship, and it is rather harder to create basically an entire world from a loose foundation. : )
YukiSweettfurr - The Queen isn't as universal as she would be in a perfect fic... but she was so fun to write, I really can't complain... I'm glad you liked it.
razzkat - Funny; I always considered dialogue to be a weak point of mine, so I very much appreciate the compliment!
Jamie - Look up 'cute' in the dictionary and you shall find Marth and Zelda listed as definition number 5... And yes, sadly Zelda's mom is a good ol' archetype, but she does what she thinks is right. Don't we all. :-) PS. Good luck cleaning your room!
Next and last chapter is a doozy. Let's ignore the fact that my comments far outstrip the actual story in terms of length!
