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Now that my classes started again, I'll post the chapters a little bit later than usual (around midnight here in Brazil). Other than that, there aren't any more changes. And I'm really putting my all to write the multi chapter fic, but it's soooo hard because most of the songs have sad lyrics, or lyrics that don't fit their personality at all.

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I you guys enjoy this chapter; this one's not fluffy and romantic, and it's a little short, but it's very needed, sorry!

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Chapter Nine

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Midna was seated on her chair behind her work desk, her fiancé standing behind her with his hands gently placed on her shoulders. Nabooru was sitting on one of the cushioned chairs in the room, constantly twirling the fan in her hands in a sign of anxiety. The Gerudo woman was the type of person who would rather act instead of seat around discussing the matter at hand, but they didn't know anything else beside the fact that Zelda was kidnapped. There were no signs left behind, no clues for them to analyze.

The princess cradled her head in her hands and sighed into her palms, all the while listening to Link's steps echoing in the room as he anxiously paced around. "Link, sit down," Midna groaned, "You're making us more anxious than we already are."

Link stopped, glared at her and resumed his pacing, mumbling few incoherent words under his breath and occasionally grabbing his hair. Zant sighed and murmured to his lover that he was going to return to the party before anyone noticed they were both missing, then he gave her a quick kiss on the top of her head and briskly left the place.

Nabooru was growing tired of witnessing all the pacing; her hands were itching to break something on his head or to break his nose, and she wouldn't mind doing both as long as he stopped. Rather than start a fight, she left out a long audible sigh and turned to Midna, "How did you two meet?"

"Exchange of favors," she replied instantly, eyeing the man before rolling her eyes, "He wanted to save Hyrule from the crisis; I wanted to get rid of a few pests in my kingdom."

The Gerudo merely nodded and directed her next question to the only man in the room, "What about you?" He stopped again, his piercing gaze locking with hers, "How did you meet Zelda?"

He gulped, quickly looked at Midna and once again started walking around, "That's not the point."

"Yes, it is." She replied, leaning forward as if to better taunt him, "If it weren't, you wouldn't be worried sick about her safety."

"I just admire the princess a lot, that's all." He mumbled right after sliding his hands down his face.

Midna thought it was the perfect time to intervene, "You should tell her, Link. She deserves to know."

Link knew she was right, but he wanted to avoid unnecessary problems. He sighed, clamped his hand over his mouth and paced some more. Nabooru kept quiet, waiting for as long as her patience would allow and watching him with wary eyes. Finally, the Hylian stopped and turned to her, arms open as his hidden blades slipped out from under the sleeves of his coat. "I'm the assassin who killed the King of Hyrule and your husband, Ganondorf Dragmire."

Both Hylian and Twili watched as the Gerudo, too, clamped her hand over her mouth and stared long and hard at the wall. Link lowered his arms but kept watching for her every move, ready to counterattack if needed. "Relax," the command startled both him and the princess, "I'm not going to kill you, as much as I want to." Nabooru lowered her hand and started playing with the fan again, "Though I think I'll never forgive you for killing him."

"So why are you letting me live?" He inquired, finally lowering his defenses.

Her smile was broad and sly. Nabooru drummed her fingers on her thighs before she pointed at him using the fan, "You are important to Zelda as well, she told me about you." She briefly glanced at Midna before continuing, "Had I know that you were the man she talked about, I wouldn't have told her the rumors."

Link's suspicions were right after all and he asked her in an agitated tone, "Why did you tell her?"

The queen raised her hands, as if to show she was unarmed. "We came to the Twilight Kingdom together in the same carriage. Days of travelling and very few topics to talk about." Nabooru shut her eyes and turned her head away, "When I saw the both of you talking, I remembered the rumors and so I told her, for lack of anything else to talk about."

Midna watched the conversation in silence, eyes darting from one to another and examining their reactions and actions, trying to foresee who would attack who first. "Oh please," Nabooru continued and locked her gaze with his, "I helped the King raise Zelda after she lost both mother and sibling. I'd never do that on purpose, even if I knew the affection you share."

"Just what..." He started, not knowing what exactly to say, "What did she tell you? About us?"

Nabooru smiled again and allowed a deep chuckle to escape her lips. "Zelda may not have noticed it, but her voice was much softer, her eyes were brighter as well, and her pupils were dilated." Link sighed and looked down, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and yanking at them as a strangled noise left his mouth. "She said you were both out of each others' leagues, and now I understand why."

The assassin let go of his tresses and slammed his closed fists on the nearest wall. The Twili princess shot up from her seat, scowling, "Link! You better not break anything!"

He turned to her, eyes flashing dangerously and he all but barked, "I need to find her, Midna!" Both women leaned back at his outburst, pointedly staring at him with wide eyes. "I promised her! I told her I'd never let anything happen!"

"Link, Link," she started, slowly walking around her desk, "We know, we know you are worried, but-"

"I can't," Link whispered as he turned away, "I can't let it happen to her, too! Rutella...! Rutella died because I couldn't protect her! I-"

Neither he or Midna saw when Nabooru stood from her seat, but Midna watched, while Link only felt, the Gerudo queen slap his cheek hard, leaving a red bruise on his skin. He leaned back on the wall, tilted his head up and his mouth opened in a silent cry of despair. The princess nodded at the queen, who merely closed her eyes and spat, sarcasm dripping from her words, "What a great assassin you are! You really are an inspiration to all of us!" Her yellow eyes narrowed when she looked at him again, noticing how he was now glaring at her, "I've seen young Gerudo children handle a situation like this better than you!"

Midna decided to intervene again, "Nabooru," she moved her hands in a soothing motion, "let's not start a fight."

"No, that's exactly what we need now!" She turned her head away from the princess and faced the man again, "Stop overreacting! Listen here," Nabooru took in a deep breath and continued, "You won't make the same mistake twice, and you know you won't, but you're afraid you will and it's making you lose control! You're overreacting because you fear you won't make it in time, because you don't wanna break a promise, and not because Zelda was kidnapped, and let's be honest now," the Gerudo took a step forward and pointed in the general direction of Dragon Roost Kingdom, "Did you throw a fit when you found out her own guards were about to attack her?"

After a few moments of silence, Link sighed, defeated, and decided to sit down on the cool marble floor and lean on the wall. "You're right," he muttered before hiding his face on his hands. "But I promised her, and I thought I would never break this promise."

"We can't control what happens in our lives, Link." Midna commented as she sat down on her chair, "Though I'm pretty sure that if Zelda found out in time, she would've warned us and fought back."

This time, Nabooru was the one who started pacing, and she nodded while doing so. "Zelda won't back down without a fight. She fought you, she fought her guards. She fights better with her rapier, though, because it's lighter and easier to handle."

"She's capable of defending herself," the Gerudo nodded in agreement, "and her senses are usually very sharp. She would have heard if someone was approaching or not." Midna picked a sheet of paper from the desktop and started shredding it, calmly, into pieces, "If Zelda didn't notice the attack, this person must be very skilled."

"My first guess is that this person is an assassin." Link pointedly glared at Nabooru to which she replied by raising her hands again, "Hey, I'm not saying it because I hate the kinds like you, but think about it. You're trained to walk as quietly as possible and kill people in the middle of the night."

Midna turned her attention to Link, "Nabooru is right, they're the first suspects."

The assassin shook his head, "No. We're trained, yes, but we're mainly trained to protect the Royal Family."

"You killed her father!" The queen exclaimed and plopped down on the cushioned chair, crossing her arms over her chest.

He raised his hand, "Her father was an exception, but let me rephrase that, then. We train to protect those who need to be protected against the government, and Zelda needs this protection."

They fell silent, each debating the topic in their minds. Link chided himself for the show he performed earlier, mentally kicking himself and cursing. If he had to think of an excuse, or probably find the real cause of his disastrous display, he would think of the same thing Nabooru pointed out: Link was scared. He was scared of failing her, of not reaching her in time. Where did all his courage go? With a mental dry chuckle, he told himself that Zelda took it with her before she left him in the yard.

Actually, Zelda took a lot of things, but she gave him things as well. This thing they had that he liked to call a stable relationship wasn't something he expected, not after all the grief he caused her in the beginning. But she somehow started liking him, at which point, though, he didn't know. They had kissed only once, held hands a handful of times, but the amount of things they said to each other spoke louder than all those actions. From the light flirting, to his incessant teasing and finally to her blunt confession months ago.

Link swore that if she ever accepted him back, he'd visit her more frequently, and tell her every day how important she was to him, and do whatever she asked, as long as she was his.

"Why Zelda of all people?" He accidentally wondered aloud and both ladies in the room turned to look at him.

Midna smiled sympathetically, "Zelda is young, beautiful and single."

"Not to mention she's the Crown Princess of one of the most prosperous kingdoms in this planet." Nabooru added after a few milliseconds.

Young, beautiful, single, Crown Princess...

"Shit," the assassin muttered as he stood up and pushed himself away from the wall, "shit," he repeated a little louder while cracking his knuckles.

"What's wrong?" The Twili inquired, eyeing him as if he had grown another head.

Link turned to face her, "Single is the key word, she's single, that's why she was kidnapped! Goddesses, why didn't I think of it before?"

Nabooru sat up straight and then leaned forward, "You remember me of those guards who said nothing earlier about her whereabouts. Who took her?"

He met her gaze and replied, "The Duke of Termina did."