Any other short piece, but any longer would be forcing it. My spacing/time skips are a bit awkward after a while if I push it too long.
But we've finally reached that point with Zelda :)
Hope you enjoy.
Reviews:
Magnaton sver: There will definitely be original scenes in coming up chapters :) and I've been adding tiny twists to memory scenes to fit Lynk. When we get onto the squeal, there will be more than those memories that haven't been seen here.
(Guest) midnaisbae: [Even a Fem Link wouldn't act as entitled as your OC. You don't speak to your charge like that without getting a belting from your superiors. How out of character, but then again its already out of character for Link to date a creepy obsessive fangirl, no? Not to mention the disgusting age difference.]
First, I don't see Lynk acting entitled, Zelda's safety is Lynk's first priority and when Zelda is acting like that, even her superiors would tell Zelda to act more mature-in a better way albeit, but they would. Lynk also hasn't gone to the king about Zelda at any point. Which while not mentioned, Zelda is semi-aware of.
Creepy obsessive fangirl? What? If your talking of Midna, then I've already spoken about ages in previous chapters. You just have to, you know, read it, lol.
I do hate it when people review as guests to say stuff like this because then they can't be responded to with pms to actually talk about it. I doubt they care enough to stay and watch for more updates so they won't see a response either way.
Anyway-
I hope you all are staying safe!
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Chapter 9: Yiga Clan
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Iket came barrelling into the room at full speed, grinning away. "Lyyyynk!" She threw herself onto her back and Lynk huffed in amusement.
"Sav'otta!" Iket greeted as Lynk shifted her into her lap, arms wrapping around her small frame.
"Sav'otta." Lynk returned, chin settling on Iket's head.
"Iket, what have I told you about throwing yourself at people?" Urbosa scolded lightly as she and the Princess entered the room just behind Iket.
Iket's grinned turned sheepish. "Sorry mother, but Lynk's my new friend and I was excited to see her again!"
Urbosa hummed, eyes flickering with her amusement. "Ah, of course."
Zelda, hands clutching her elbows, watched the scene and how Lynk seemed so at ease with Iket in her lap.
"Let us have breakfast, yes?"
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"How about I write?" Lynk offered, lips quivering, threatening to curl upwards as Iket hung from her frame in an attempt to stop her from leaving and following after the Princess, who this time announced she'd be up ahead at the Kara Kara Bazaar.
Was this progress? Lynk wondered.
"You better!" Iket pouted, cheeks puffed out as she attempted to glare but resulted in her just looking adorable rather than threatening.
Lynk tapped her nose. "I promise. But I've got to catch up to the Princess now, okay?"
Iket sighed sadly but released her. "Sav'orq."
"Sav'orq." Lynk echoed and exited the town walls into the desert. The walk to the Bazaar was a twenty-minute silent journey, however—
There was a scream.
Lynk's eyes widened as she immediately recognised the voice and ran, heart thudding, sweet Nayru, give the Princess your protection until I can get there.
Against the sandy environment, there was red and black—Yiga.
Lynk pushed herself faster as they closed in on a long blonde-haired woman who Lynk knew to be the Princess.
She managed to catch herself when she stumbled in the sand. Curse this damn sand.
She drew the Master Sword and—sliced the torso of one, sending blood cascading. As the now dead Yiga member hit the sand, Lynk twirled in front of the downed Princess.
Lynk raised the now bloody Master Sword, eyes narrowing as she took a threatening step forward. The remaining two Yiga Clan matched her step with their own backwards; they knew they wouldn't be able to beat her.
With Lynk's message loud and clear of I'll kill you if you try it, they disappeared in a cloud of red smoke. Lynk's shoulders eased of their tension and she sheathed the sword as she turned to the Princess.
The Princess stared up at her, eyes wide.
Lynk offered her a hand. "Are you hurt?"
The Princess said nothing for a long moment, too shocked before finally shaking her head. "N—no, I'm uninjured." Then hesitantly set her hand in Lynk's, allowing the knight to pull her to her feet.
"Do you understand now?" Lynk asked abruptly and it startled the Princess enough to flinch.
"Huh?" The Princess clutched her elbows, brows furrowing at the sudden addressal.
"Why I get so frustrated with you is because this could have happened any time—except I was here. What about yesterday morning when you snuck out? Or the fact you were attacked by monsters when you left Death Mountain without me?"
The Princess worried her bottom lip as guilt stew in her gut.
Lynk sighed. "Never mind, let's just head out."
The Princess said nothing more.
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I am unsure how to put today's events into words that truly illustrate everything that's happened. She saved me. Without a thought or hesitation, she protected me from the ruthless blades of the Yiga Clan. I've been cold and harsh to her all this time; my hatred for myself and truly childish anger at my own predicament that I've projected onto someone that doesn't deserve it. Still, she was there for me. Whether because it was her job or not, I won't ever forget it. Tomorrow, I shall apologize for all that has transpired and…I will try talking to her. To Lynk. It's worth a shot.
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"So many choices!" Leona nibbled on her thumbnail as she browsed the flowers.
"How about roses?" Lynk offer, holding a single red one up. "Their simple but beautiful."
Leona hummed thoughtfully. "Perhaps reds and oranges? Even pinks? And let's not forget white."
"So we're going to a red, orange and white colour scheme?"
Grinning, Leona nodded. "Guess so. Think your father will like it?"
"Papa will love it. Plus, he agreed to let you have a Sheikah ceremony. Those colours will match nicely."
"Ah! Your right!" Leona nodded enthusiastically as she jotted down notes.
As they left the florist, waving a goodbye to the owner, Leona and Lynk began heading back to Leona's shop.
"So, any changes with the Princess?"
"I… I think so?" Lynk titled her head. "She told me was she heading out the Bazar in the morning instead of just going. And despite the Yiga Clan attack, Urbosa told me she felt guilty about her reaction to the whole guardian thing the other day."
"Growth." Leona cooed. "I think she's coming to see the bigger picture now, darling. I told you it would happen eventually."
"You're not the only one." Lynk muttered before speaking louder. "I just hope she understands and tries to not get herself into any more troublesome situations."
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"Good afternoon." The Princess greeted as Lynk quietly approached. The Princess had requested her presences and so Lynk had come as asked.
Lynk blinked—huh, that was the first time the Princess had greeted her.
"Your highness." Lynk dipped her chin.
"I would like to apologise for my behaviour."
Lynk exhaled, this is unexcepted.
"I was rude and horrible to you because of anger at myself, and you have only been trying to do your job. So…" The Princess started, wringing her hands in front of her. "If you would allow it, I would like it, if we could start over."
"I understand, your highness. Duty such as the one that haunts us are a terrible privilege. Everyone looks at you and expects greatness, that they forget that we are as mortal as they are." Lynk bowed her head. "I was frustrated and angry at you, yes, but it wasn't without apprehending your situation in the first place." She gave the Princess a soft smile. "I would like it very much if we could start over, Princess."
"If we are to be friends, then please, call me Zelda."
"Then call me Lynk."
Zelda beamed happily. "Thank you for this chance, you won't regret it."
The corner of Lynk's eyes crinkled with her amusement, the soft smile boarding on a grin.
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By the end of the day, I'd gotten Lynk to open up to me. It turns out she's quite a glutton, can't resist a delicious meal!
When I finally got around to asking why she's so quiet all the time, she told me so much was at stake, and so many eyes upon her, she feels it necessary to stay strong and to silently bear any burden. A feeling I know all too well... For Lynk, it has caused her to stop outwardly expressing her thoughts and feelings as much. I always believed her to be simply a gifted person who had never faced a day of hardship.
How wrong I was... Everyone has struggles that go unseen by the world... I was truly so absorbed with my own problems, that I failed to see hers. I wish to talk with her more and to see what lies beneath those calm waters, to hear her speak freely and openly like Mipha had once described her as... And perhaps I, too, will be able to bare my soul to her and share the demons that have plagued me all these years.