Link entered his home quietly; it was early in the morning, and chances were his family was asleep. So he let the door shut gently and quietly tiptoed across the parlor and toward his and his wife's bedchamber. He pushed the door open and peeked inside.
There she was, lying in a graceful position, sound asleep. Link sighed inwardly and entered the room, beginning to change into his sleepwear. He was all changed and had just barely grabbed the covers to pull them over him when Zelda shot up out of the bed. He jumped back, surprised, and thumped to the floor.
"Link!" she whispered. She climbed out of bed and pulled him up. "I was so worried!"
She then took off his shirt to see if there were any wounds that needed to be treated. She saw a small cut or bruise here and there, but overall he was pretty healthy. Zelda smiled and handed his shirt back to him, climbing into bed.
Lance stretched his arms with a yawn, happy that it was a new day. That happiness was short-lived when he remembered the severe punishment that had been inflicted upon him the previous night. He slumped back down on his bed with a moan. This was going to be miserable.
But there was hope. Lance's father had only briefly mentioned his punishment. With all the things on his mind, he could easily have forgotten. This hope began to build up, and his happiness returned. He clambered out of bed and dressed as quickly as possible. He then left his chamber to see the entire Royal Family sitting at the table, helping themselves to sausage, bacon, scrambled eggs, and hash browns. The heavenly smells wafted over to Lance, and his mouth began to water.
"Ah-ah-ah, I don't think so young man," Link said. Crud. He hadn't forgotten. "I'll bring a plate in. You return to your chamber."
"This sucks!" Lance cried as he returned to his room. He thought he heard someone chuckle.
Lance lay there on his bed for a long time, letting his anger out slowly and calmly so he wouldn't explode on his father and get an even heavier punishment when he came in.
He decided to read one of his father's books; The Art of War, written by none other than Darunia, Sage of Fire. It wasn't the most exciting book, despite its title, but it would at least keep him entertained a little bit.
Link entered the room, carrying a plate of everything on the table with him. Lance marked his spot and received the plate.
"You know, you can come out of your room every once in a while. But you can't leave the castle," Link said simply, leaving the chamber. Lance was fuming, but he let the blissful taste of breakfast soothe his emotions.
Link sat in the study, one fist at his chin, pondering. He was very stressed. The thought of the oncoming climactic battle between his and Ganondorf's forces brought him to a point of paranoia. He already knew when the battle was scheduled; it was this coming Saturday. Hardly the ideal weekend.
Lance snatched a piece of parchment from a pile on his desk. This was more of a way to pass the time by than an actual note, since Marin was… somewhere in Gerudo Valley. He logged that thought away and dipped his quill in a jar of black ink, scratching the words, Dearest Marin in the top left margin.
A/N:
It was a short one, I know, but I didn't have a lot of time to work with so what can I say. There are only three or four chapters left. I know that's not much, but considering the length of the chapters. Thanks to BabyGurl278 for her faithful reviews, and all you other reviewers whose names I can't remember… sorry….