Summary: SongFic: Sand in my Shoes by Dido. Zelda struggles to live her life after Link turns evil. Violence/Magic.
Disclaimer: I don't own Zelda, any characters or such. Meh.
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Two weeks away, feels like the whole world should've changed…
Link sat in the palace courtyard, brooding. He had on his usual black tunic, with his gold belt, gauntlets and earring, with shiny black boots and a grey hat. Shaded by a huge oak tree, he had had the Crown mages magick the courtyard to always be dreary and wintry. That was how he liked it. A maid, also dressed in a simple black gown, tiptoed into the courtyard, tentatively calling out. "Y-your majesty?" She held out a tray laden with food and drink. Link whipped around, and glared at the maid. "I thought I told that woman to send no-one in here!" he roared. Approaching the terrified maid, he grabbed the tray and threw it at the stone wall. He then slapped the maid with such force she fell to her knees, crying out. He kicked her in the stomach and stalked off.
…but I'm home now, and things still seem the same…
Zelda lay on the floor, weeping softly. Link had come back in one of his rages and beaten her. It was a blur from there, but she faintly remembered him shouting to leave him alone. She was relieved that he had not kicked her stomach, where their eight month baby was growing. She picked herself off the floor, holding her head back to halt a broken and bleeding nose, and supporting her broken arm. Using the last reserves of her magic that hadn't been used to protect her child, Zelda healed her nose and arm. She then stumbled into the bathroom to clean herself up. Dressing in a clean gown, she observed herself in the mirror. Her once gleaming gold hair was now inexplicably dull. People had told her that once you could read a story in her eyes, but now they just seemed empty. She was thin, thinner than she should healthily be. The light pink silk gown hung limply off her almost nonexistent curves. Although everyone else in the palace wore grey or else suffer Link's wrath, she had mustered whatever defiance she had left in her and stayed determined to wear colour. Zelda ran a hand over her stomach, where a large bump was. She sighed, and left the room.
…I think I'll leave it 'til tomorrow to unpack, try to forget for one more night that I'm back in my flat…
Link and Zelda sat at the dark wood dining table, eat dinner. Zelda was eating mostly vegetables to aid the growth of her baby, and Link was eating copious amounts of meat in rich sauces and drinking goblet after goblet of wine. "Zelda!" he yelled drunkenly, causing everyone in the room to jump. "My love?" spat Zelda. Link ignored her disgust and kept going. "Tomorrow is Princess Jezebelle's birthday, is it not?" he asked through a full mouth. Zelda briefly bowed her head. "It is," she answered. Link banged a fist on the expensive table. "Then we shall attend, as is our duty as King and Queen of Hyrule, am I correct?" he shouted. Zelda winced as bits of food flew across the table. "Yes, milord," she said. Link smiled satisfactorily. "Excellent, excellent…"