I studied my reflection glumly in my elaborate mirror. Today, I was going to be queen of the Twilight Realm. Today, I was marrying Hamilton. My heart just wasn't into it, and truth be told, it made me very depressed just thinking about it.

"You look gorgeous, my dear," said a voice from behind me. The reflection of a plump Twili woman appeared in my mirror. This woman was my caretaker, the one who took care of me ever since I was a small child. She was like a mother to me, and assumed the position full time when my parents passed away.

She waited for me to respond, but I did not answer. Sensing something was wrong, she walked up to me and placed her hands on my shoulders. The maidens were still preparing me for the wedding, but it was as if she took no notice of them at all.

"Now, Midna, my dear, what is troubling you?" she asked. The royal maidens had now just finished simpering over me, and left in a cluster, giggling amongst themselves. I locked eyes with her, and then quickly turned away. I did not respond, for I was afraid that once I opened my mouth, the tears would start. She stroked my face softly, "child, I cannot help you if you do not tell me what is bothering you."

I still refused to look at her, the knot in my throat getting tighter with every breath I took.

She started again, "Midna, my dear. Hamilton is a fine young man, one who will surely bring you happiness in your life, one who will rule alongside you, guiding our people to prosperity. He will love you unconditionally. You will raise beautiful future leaders of our world-"

"I do not love him," I interrupted her, finally speaking. At the mention of children, my stomach lurched. He was the last man I wanted to have kids with.

She was shocked, but instantly regained her composure. "Well if now, then certainly later!" She pressed. She didn't get it, did she?

I turned towards her, my eyes flashing. She flinched a bit. "No, never, I will never love someone like him," I hissed dangerously. She studied me for a moment, and I stared back defiantly.

Finally, she said, "child, surely there is a reasoning behind this. Just trust me when I say you will be happy with him one day."

I looked out the window, surveying the clouds of Twilight. The little black, translucent squares twisted and turned peacefully in the air, as if mocking me. "I already said I would marry him, for my people... Please stop pressuring me." I whispered. Here came the water works. I quickly turned away from her, so she would not see the tears sliding down my face. However, she saw, and smiling sadly, she wiped them off. "One day, you will understand." She said quietly.

She rose swiftly, placed a hand on my cheek, and left. I instantly felt guilty for the way I acted.

The maidens came bustling back in, carrying an exquisite gown for me to be fitted in. I wrinkled my nose pointedly at the sight of it. There was hardly any difference in this gown from my regular attire; other than the fact that it was a brilliant white, and had a long train behind it. I instantly disliked it. Not for how it looked, but for what it meant. For what it was about to bring me. Normally the Twili stuck to dark colors, but seeing that this was a special occasion, I was required to wear this. I got up, sighing heavily, slipping on the dress, and allowed myself to be led outside, where many guests began to assemble themselves on fancy looking chairs. At the sight of it all, I instantly felt sick, even more so as the guests spotted me, and in uniformity, all rose and began to clap.

The royal music players began to play their song, which told of a great love between a man and woman. I began to slowly walk down the aisle towards the man I would be married to. He was smiling as he observed me, as were many in the crows, some even crying. I felt as if my feet had weights on them, as if I was forcing myself to make this commitment.

I finally made my way up to the platform, and stood, facing Hamilton. His smile looked as if it were strained, as he surveyed my gown. Perhaps there was something wrong with how I looked? I quickly looked down, and then back up. No, I didn't think so...

The holy man began to read ancient Hylian scriptures, and my thoughts began to wander. It was slow and tedious, listening to him, so I did not try and stop my thoughts from wandering, but allowed them free reign; at least I was safe in my own head.

I looked back into his eyes, and I saw his eyes slowly begin to morph... Blue, fierce eyes that had such intensity that you couldn't look away, but instantly melted like butter when they smiled... I blinked, and instantly, I was looking back into red, cold eyes.

"Midna..." A voice whispered, as if carried by the wind. That voice! It couldn't be! I looked wildly around the crowd, but all I saw were yellow eyes looking back at me.

Wait!

That blonde hair in the back! I shook my head, and tried to clear it, begging the gods for it to be true. As I opened my eyes again, the hair was gone. What was happening to me? Was I going crazy? Link...Could he possibly be here? Impossible!

I looked around again, where was he when I needed him the most?

I looked back at Hamilton, and he was looking at me quizzically.

My heart rate picked up.

"Come back..." The voice whispered again. I began to get scared, and I started hyperventilating.

"Link?" I called out. The sermon instantly stopped, and many Twili were looking at each other, confused. They began to whisper, their whispers carrying out like a swarm of angry bees. A hand suddenly grabbed my wrist roughly.

"Who is this Link?" Hamilton hissed. His eyes were like fire.

"Let go of me!" I demanded, but he did not. I began wrestling my hand out of his, and I broke free, and faced my people. Each Twili was looking up at me expectantly. The truth... it had hit me at last.

I stood firmly, and brought myself to my fullest height. "I will not be marrying Hamilton! Not now, not ever!" I scanned the crowd, daring them to object. They were still observing me, as if I were something grotesque. Many were whispering behind their hands. I felt weak, but told myself to stand firm. I sucked up a huge breath and announced, "I...I have fallen in love with a Light-dweller, a man from the realm we shun!" My knees began knocking, and lights began popping in my eyes.

The Twili's faces turned into outrage, and many began to shout obscenities at me.

"Treachery!"

"Befoulment!"

"KILL HER!"

My mind instantly emptied of all thought, and my legs lost feeling in them. My only instinct was to run; run as far away as possible. The castle guards began pursuing me, along with the crowd. Holimath, when I looked, was absolutely furious. The only person who did not begin to close in on me was my caretaker, who was sobbing uncontrollably into her handkerchief.

I didn't even feel my legs take off on their own, but my mind slowly caught up to them as I made my hasty escape, the mob closely behind me. I looked everywhere in desperation for a break in the crowd, and spotted one, and I instantly made a beeline for it, breaking through. The mob chased me all the way to the edge of the castle grounds. In front of me was a sheer cliff, and I skidded to a stop. I was now surrounded by my people, as I slowly began taking steps backward, not daring to turn my back on the mob.

The Chancellor fought his way through to the front of the throng, and began to speak, addressing the crowd, "the punishment," his voice rang out, "for the Ruler of the Twilight is death, for the crime of falling in love with a Light-dweller. All in favour?" The entire court raised their hands, except for one, my caretaker. "Therefore, we have no choice."

Guards closed in on me, and I took another step back, my heel on the edge of the rock. I turned around, this was surely my end!

"Any last words, princess?" The Chancellor sneered. No way was I giving him the satisfaction of catching me!

"Yes, as a matter of fact." I said. Smiling impishly, I spat on his face.

He stopped walking, momentarily stunned. After he came back to his senses, he wiped his face angrily, and screamed for the guards to kill me.

If only I had my shadow magic on me, I wouldn't be in this situation! I thought desperately. I peered back down the cliff. It was so steep; I could not see the bottom. The crowd took one menacing step after another towards me. Sure death, or chance of survival? I chose the chance of survival.

I leaped off the edge, as one of the guards made a grab for me, my clothes flapping in the wind behind me. I dropped like a stone to the bottom, my heart threatening to burst out of my chest, as I screamed, all the way down, bracing myself for a messy impact.

My feet broke a wet surface, and I plunged into the cool water. Wait, water? I opened my eyes, and saw I was in the biggest lake of our realm, Lake of Twilia. Through the surface, I could see specks that were my people, and a hulking figure bending down, as a much smaller figure placed a crown upon his head. I could see my people cheering, as I was presumed dead, and Holimath faced the crowd, throwing his arms up in celebration. I did not dare surface for air. After several more minutes, they left, and I swam towards the surface. My head broke the water, and I took long, sharp gulps of air. I swam towards the bank, thanking the gods the entire way to be alive right now.

Coughing and retching, I flopped onto the grass, panting. So that was it, was it? I was exiled yet again, but instead of Zant being the cause, I was this time!

I tugged at my stupid, sopping, wet gown. In order to survive, I would need a few things... First I would need my regular dress, for I couldn't picture myself on the run in a wedding gown. Then a couple morsels of food... and then I would embark on my journey to the Light Realm...

For Link.