Midna sighed as she stared out the blank, empty window from her desk which she had resituated to its new spot. She needed all of the fresh air she could get right now, the last two weeks had been torture for her. Her mind had been racing, and she had hardly been given the chance to concentrate on the mounds of forms and papers to be signed, reviewed, shipped out, and the meetings she had attended and had to keep in mind as she went through her paperwork...

If only Link were here. He would have made a point to make her feel more relaxed and comfortable. Link… Her gaze fell from the vista outside the window onto the desk with its mounds of paperwork. She shoved them all to the side of her desk and rested her elbows on it, holding her head and covering her eyes. She felt a small tear make its salty stream down her cheek and fall into her hands as she imagined him over her shoulder, comforting her with his soft voice. How could she have just let him go like that!

Calm down, Midna. It was for the greater good. We can't have emotion in the way of your judgment. Midna had kept telling herself that over the past couple of days, but nothing she could say, nothing she could think, would help. She felt guilty for leaving her friends hope that she could come back then smashing the mirror into uncountable pieces. And she couldn't leave behind the feelings that lingered in her mind.

What feelings? He never even loved you back, so why should you care! Midna's head was doing a good job of finding things to help her focus on her ruling. But, her heart begged to differ.

You know you love him, don't deny it!Her heart argued, Think about all you've been through, it's pointless to try to forget him, he'll always be a part of you.

You can't think about him now! He's gone forever and you need to focus on your ruling your people, not on what could have been! You know why you did it! Even if you could see him again, you couldn't be together!

Nothing is impossible, Midna. You can break impossible boundaries with a strong enough emotion.

Midna had thoroughly confused herself with this internal fight. Which one should she follow, her head or her heart? Everything each one said was true, but she couldn't listen to either one. She wanted to let go of Link and rule her people, it was the right thing and she should, but no matter what she did, she couldn't force herself to. Midna desperately wanted to stay with Link, but her people needed her! Her feelings were not worth abandoning a country; it would be more selfish than anything she could think of.

The level of stress her feelings raised her to was high enough, but the Council just made it worse. It was tiring to hear each and every one of the members argue about who knew what was best every time they met! The army should do this, the army should do that. We should invest more time in this project, it would be a waste... Why couldn't they just freakin' agree on something and call it a day! Especially with what happened this morning…

"No! No! No! We cannot have the workers get that many benefits!" Erantaur had angrily replied, slamming his fist down onto the table. Midna silently groaned. This was the fifth time he did not agree with anyone's arguments. The other six members were thinking the same thing, apparently. One of them, Arawynna, had the courage to speak up.

"If we don't something soon, the union will riot! The last thing we need is for a divided kingdom during the reconstruction!" she had yelled, just as angry as him.

"We are in the middle of recovering from Zant's destruction! We can't afford the-"

"QUIET!" Midna interrupted, creating a complete silence within the conference chamber. She continued after a few breaths. "All you have done this morning is re-state what you have already said a hundred times over! Nobody has lied at all this morning, so why are you all bickering?! Why don't we just give them SOME of the benefits and call it a day?" she huffed, crossing her arms to add to her point. Erantaur, though, wasn't going to give up without a fight.

"Princess, the workers serve under you. They wouldn't dare go against their princess and your word is law to them! If you say no, they will accept gracefully and continue working without a fit!" he said. Midna's eyes narrowed even further. She was about to breath fire.

"I am a princess who serves the people, not a dictator that takes advantage of them." Erantaur sat back down so quickly that his chair almost cracked under the impact.

"You wouldn't last a day as Queen if you try to do what's best for everyone," he mumbled under his breath. Even though it was in such a low voice, Midna had heard it. She tried her best to ignore it, but she couldn't help but feel that she screwed everything up already. The morning was made even worse when the topic of the Twili goats were brought up…

Midna just had enough of it. She let her tears flow freely from her face and didn't even attempt to wipe them away. The pressures of royalty were catching up to her now and she couldn't handle it. One little error could cause her whole kingdom to collapse or another incident like Zant to reoccur. The pressure is increased even further when she has to redeem the royal family and make up for its past mistakes. If only Link were here. They always worked better together, helping each other do things for another.

Midna thought back to Erantaur's last words. She would be a queen! Of course she has to do what's best for the people. That's what it's all about. But then, she thought back to the mirror chamber. She thought, no, she knew, that this was better for both realms, for the light and the dark. Emotion could be the best thing in your life, but at the same time it can drive people to do the unspeakable. The tears had stopped coming, but the salty streams lay prominent on her face. Why does everything always have to go so wrong…, Midna thought to herself. Next thing you'll know, someone will fall out of the sky and just-

Her musings was interrupted by screams of terror and confusion. She quickly stood up and peered out her window to see many civilians running around and screaming their heads off. She could barely make out a figure that was lying in a heap on the ground. Deciding to investigate the matter, Midna hurried outside.

Who dare break the peace that has finally settled? When I get my hands on them, they'll be sorry that they ever knew me! She knew that "breaking the peace' was only an excuse for someone, anyone, to bother her at all, but she didn't care. She was sick of giving reasons right now. She raced down the stairs into the courtyard in front of her palace, not bothering to apologize to anyone she accidentally bumped into. She was just about to reach the problem when a crowd so conveniently blocked her path. She became even angrier, pushing and shoving her way through, not realizing that she could demand the attentions of all of them. Guess she wasn't used to being royalty yet.

"Get out of my way. I said get out of my way! Alright, who do you think you are that you can disrupt my king…dom…." Midna, who stood in total shock, had barely finished her sentence before she felt the blood rush out of her face; before her lay Link, serene and peaceful with a strange, flame-like sword placed on his chest as though he were a fallen soldier. Of all people to show up, she thanked the goddesses that it wasn't an invasion, even through the panic it caused. However, she thanked the goddesses even more for who it was. She quickly hushed them and attempted to pick Link up in her arms. When that didn't work, she crouched down and laid a hand over his chest. She said the command word and they both warped to her private quarters in the castle,

Where Midna gently laid Link on her bed. He seemed so weak and exhausted. His body was horribly limp, his face totally pale and cold as she brushed his cheek with her hand. She inhaled sharply when she saw him stirring.

He slowly opened one and then the next, blinked several times, and attempted to assert where he was. Not recognizing his surroundings, he started to panic and grabbed his sword, forcing himself up and into as ready of a stance as you can be in when you're sitting down. Midna gave out a squeal of shock, forcing Link's attention to her.

Suddenly he dropped the sword onto the ground and stared at her. "M-Midna?" he stuttered, "is that you?" Link was being cautious. One could never know if someone was impersonating another. Midna blinked in shock at the fact that her friend was back and was here with her.

"Y…yes, it's me… H… how did you get here?" Midna was stuttering and stumbling over her words, but forced them out as best she could. The shock that gripped her heart squeezed tighter, making it hard to breathe. Link was rubbing the back of his neck and gave a disoriented look.

"It's… a long story. A very long one, but all that doesn't matter; all that does is that I am here," he said, not looking at her face, much to the relief of Midna. She didn't want to make eye contact with him. She feared that if she did, he would find out and expose her secret. But he was here now, that meant something right? She internally took a deep breath and gathered up every ounce of courage that she had.

"Link, there's something I want to tell you. Please look at me," there was desperation in her voice and that forced Link to make eye contact with her.

"Link, listen. I…"

BOOM!

The doors flew inwards, sending it off its hinges and onto the ground before the council, who had angrily stepped through what was left of the doorway and gave furious looks at Midna and Link.

"What's this I hear about a Light dweller in the palace?" Exclaimed Erantaur. A look of anger consumed his face, blocking out any other feature. The other six members of the council had looks of disapproval on their faces. "Who is this?" Erantaur spat out, pointing rudely at Link. Link, who was still very injured, gave a confused look. Midna, on the other hand, shot the angriest glare she could at Erantaur for three reasons. One: nobody talks that way to Link and Two: she was in the middle of a very important confession. Three: well, there is no three, but if there was, it'd be one heck of a good reason!

"His name is Link!" she snapped. "He is the one who saved your sorry butts from being one of Zant's minions for the rest of your sorry lives!"

Erantaur walked over to Midna, his face just centimeters away from hers. "An emergency meeting has been called immediately," he hissed, venom lacing his words, "Be there." He turned around sharply and pushed his way through the rest of the council members, who gave Midna one last look before they followed in pursuit of Erantaur. Midna gave Link a sad look and sighed.

"What am I going to do?" she asked herself, sitting down in a nearby chair and placing her head in her hands. Link struggled to get up and limp slowly over to her. He was in pain, but he didn't care anymore. He had been gone for so long, and now he wanted to help her. He laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. She looked up at his bright face, the blonde hair, the soft blue eyes, which still held the ferocity of the wolf he once was. She could have sworn she saw a small pool of water build along his eyelid… She was about to lose herself in them until she noticed one of the council members standing in the doorway.

"Link... I have to go," she said, "Stay here and rest, please". Link was about to protest, but then he stopped and nodded solemnly. She began to lead him to her bed until the council member spoke out.

"Erantaur wanted to see him in the meeting chamber as well," he said.

Midna was sick of taking orders from Erantaur. She finished lying him down and walked over to the council member before brushing him off and walking toward the meeting room. "

Erantaur will have to get used to the idea of someone not doing exactly what he says."
He could curse Midna a thousand times over and she wouldn't care, as long as he didn't do the same to Link. There'd be blood to pay if he did, She thought angrily.
On her way, Midna quickly formulated a plan to stop Erantaur's wrath at once and make a mockery out of him while she was at it.

He has been a plague on the council for too long. That son of a two-faced goat is going down.