"...And in that cell, I met your mother. She was the biggest handful I ever had; always giving me attitude and sarcasm. But our bond grew, and in time we got married!" My husband told my children. They sat around him, their eyes wide in awe. The youngest got up, and tugged at his sleeve.
"Daddy, how did you beat the bad man again?" She asked. She and her sister bore looks of the Hylian and Twili race; one of a kind. They had paler skin, and the characteristic black marks on their bodies.
Twila, she was the youngest, had Link's brilliant blue eyes, but my flaming red hair, pulled into a long ponytail in the back. She was only two. Midnight, her sister, was the oldest. She had my eyes, but was a photocopy of Link in all other aspects of her looks. However, she had my sass and attitude. She was only three, but already knew how to take charge and was incredibly bossy.
Link smiled, "The bad man was trying to take mommy away from me, so with my sword, I banished him!" He said, picking Twila up and sitting her on his lap.
"Yay!" Twila said, clapping her hands.
"Daddy, why was mommy an imp?" asked Midnight.
"That story is for another day, sweetheart, because now it is time for you to go to bed." Link replied. They got up, and Link kissed both of them on the head. Giggling, they each ran up to me, giving me a fleeting huge and ran up the staircase, my caretaker behind them.
I walked over to him and sat down on his lap, directing his face towards me. "Was I really that awful to you?" I asked, smirking.
"Terrible, you treated me like dirt," he laughed.
"I feel horrible for it," I said, putting my head on his shoulder, twirling a finger in his hair.
"You can make it up to me, you know," He said, smiling slyly. He wrapped his arms around my waist. I laughed and kissed him.
"Whatever you feel would suffice!" I replied, just as slyly.
Grinning, he hoisted me up, and we went to our bedchamber. I was so happy, being with the man I loved, my soul mate.
"I love you," I murmured into the crook of his neck.
"I love you most," he replied, kissing my forehead.