Chapter 6
Midna's POV
"There HAS to be a way to get back to him…" I said to myself as I paced the floor of my quarters. "Think, Midna, THINK!" I cried. Throwing up my hands in utter defeat, I flopped back on my bed. Peering out the window, I caught sight of the sky. It was going from the usual orange and black to the purple of night. Dusk, my favorite time of day. On that note, a quote Link had once told me someone from Ordon had said drifted into my mind. 'I always feel this loneliness at twilight. It's been said that it's the only time their world is linked to ours…"
"That's IT!" I cried, throwing up my arms. "Ah! Damnit!" I winced, covering my stomach. "You're a little pain down there, huh.." I said, patting my stomach and smiling. My eyes turned once again to the window, and I grinned. "Soon, my love, soon."
The next morning, I awoke to a drizzly day in the Twilight Realm. As usual, my handmaidens were there to dress me and get me through my morning routine. They seemed especially attentive to me, now that they knew of my…well…condition. After all that was done, a messenger was sent to me, bearing a rather grim message.
"Princess Midna," He began, standing before me rather regally. He was a short Twili, with big orange eyes, like mine. "The court requests your appearance concerning some recent rumors about you. Court will commence at precisely 12 noon, and not a moment later. We expect your arrival to be punctual." He finished, turning and exiting curtly.
"Well…I suppose I better name him…her…it." I said, peering down at my stomach.
I appeared before the court at precisely noon, dressed in my finest attire. As soon as I was introduced and settled into my throne, the questions began.
"Princess Midna! The public has heard rumors that you may be with child. Is it true?" Said a tall, thin Twili in a black and orange vest.
I sighed quietly, and stood. "Yes. The rumors you all have heard are true. I am in my second month of pregnancy, and plan to deliver. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm feeling rather exhausted and don't think I can handle questioning in my fragile state." I said, putting a hand to my forehead rather dramatically.
I'm a princess. I can do that.