Princess
"You want an audience with Her Majesty?"
The guard narrowed his eyes in suspicion, whereas Midna merely rolled hers.
"Why else would I be here? You gonna stand aside or not?"
"Her highness is a very busy woman, so perhaps you might find it prudent to take your business elsewhere," he told her stiffly.
"Busy reclining in her velvet drapery, no doubt," she growled. "Look, pal, this is about whatever business she has that's worth doing. This is about making this whole fucked up world a little less fucked up. So if you know what's good for you and everyone else, go fetch her."
"Now see here-"
"It's alright, let them in."
The princess' voice was smooth and controlled. It rang with an otherworldly quality that washed over them like silk, like streaming frost and bottled lightning.
"Y-Your Majesty! There is no need for you to be down here, I can handle-"
"I assure you, it's fine. Maintain your post."
The guard saluted, before doing as he was bid.
"So to whom do I owe the pleasure?" Zelda inquired, her lips pressed thin.
"Oh, no, the pleasure's all mine," Midna drawled, scowling. "I'm out of options. You and that overlord boyfriend of yours are the closest things to 'leaders' we have left, so I figure if anyone knows, you do."
"And what may I help you with?"
Zelda wore a somewhat sad expression, and traces of exhaustion lingered beneath her eyes, amongst her sunken blue depths.
"Tell me where the sword is."
"Sword?"
"Don't play dumb," Midna snarled. "It doesn't become you. The Blade of Evil's Bane. The Master Sword. If you know its location, I'm all ears."
Zelda's gaze meandered over behind Midna, just beyond her shadow.
"And who is your friend?"
"He's got nothing to do with this. Do you know, or don't you?"
Zelda sighed, running a gloved hand through an unruly curtain of auburn.
"Follow me," she told them wearily. "I'll take you to someone who does."
Midna frowned.
"And who would that be?"
Zelda laughed without humor.
"My 'overlord boyfriend,' as you so put it."
Author's Note: Three wild guesses who shows up next chapter. I bet godtierGrammarian can tell me, nyuk nyuk nyuk. Oh, and it's a bit late for it, clearly, but mind the rowdy language. That's the extent of the rating, I promise.