A/N: Hey guest reviewer! I saw all of your reviews (like I get an email each time I get a review!) - I really appreciate your suggestions and whatnot, but I do have my plot already planned out and things will fit in together as the story goes along :) If you have questions, don't be afraid to put them, though. And sorry it does take a little bit for me to write/post the chapters, even on summer break! I actually have a lot of things going on - I try to write as much as I can!

Anyways, enjoy this chapter!


Feeling a nudge at her side, the queen began to feel the chilled night air envelop her skin while noticing his warm skin brush up against hers. And then she felt another tap on her skin. Opening her eyes, she turned her head to face the blonde next to her. "Link? Are you still up?" All Midna had heard was a quick breath back, as if his tapping against her was a subliminal action whilst he was falling to slumber.

Eyes shooting wide, Link looked away and slightly frowned. "Yes, sorry Mids. I've just been thinking too much about what you said and the council's new… rules."

Erasing the distance between her and Link, Midna shrugged her shoulders slightly. "What about it? It's obviously keeping you up." Quickly, she wrapped her free arm around his side and ran her fingers lightly across his back.

With a sigh, Link shrugged his shoulders, wrapping his fingers in the loose sheets next to him. "I don't know. It's just… why do we have to listen to the council? Why you? You're the Queen of the realm, they're just the council. Why can't you just… can't you rid of them like you did to that one guard? Remember, you sent him off into eternal darkness after what he did? Why can't you do that… to them." While his ideas remained firm, Link's eyes flickered away from Midna's.

In attempt to keep her husband's eyes from drifting off to she knew where, Midna gently placed her hands on his cheeks and intently gazed into his eyes. "In all honesty, I wish I could just rid of them like I did that one. But, I can't."

"Why can't you… You're the queen."

With her eye contact failing to stay strong, Midna closed her eyes. "Well, they're part of the ruling power. If I were to exterminate them, the citizens would trust me less. They're already wary now that they have a light dweller in power."

Scrunching his brows, Link's voice raised slightly, indication his unsure understanding of her answer. "But… they saw me, when I came and we rid of Zant. I helped save them. Why would they hate me?"

With a mellow look in her eyes, Midna shook her head. "I just believe they're afraid of you, because as far as they know, you're the king. And for hundreds of years our people were oppressed by light dwellers. I just, I honestly think they're afraid of you."

Staying silent, Link nodded his head, proceeding to pull Midna closer to him. Again, she felt his look shift down towards her abdomen. With an uncomfortable movement, Midna pushed herself up against her husband, resulting in his sight being directed right to her face. While a small pout grew on Link's lips, Midna quieted them by resting hers against his. Although the heat growing on their cheeks flooded them with a bouquet of emotions, Midna knew she still had to remain serious on the topic.

"I know you're rather happy about the news," Midna whispered, keeping her voice down while wandering into Link's eyes. "But, I really don't know if it's true yet. I'm only saying that it's a possibility. I really won't know for another week and a half or so."

Link simply hummed a response, signaling that he took in all that she said. "Well, I guess we'll just wait 'n see then." But he paused, with a rather distraught look on his face. "If it actually happens, will we hide it from the council? Or do we tell them?"

Taking a deep breathe, Midna shook her head as she exhaled. "I supposed we can hide it. Most of their terms in office are ending, so hopefully the new members will be easy to explain the circumstances to."

"Simple enough," Link murmured, obviously losing hope in the subject. Rolling back onto his side, he pulled Midna as close to him as he could and shut his eyes. "We probably should get back to sleep. We have a lot of planning to do tomorrow." Planting a small kiss on his wife's forehead, Link smiled and slowly began to drift back into the dream world.


"Midna…. Midna…." A airy voice haunted, repeating the Twili's name over and over and over. "Midna… Midna… Pay attention to me." For hours, hours it repeated her name. It knew she was in denial of its existence. Saying it was only a 'possibility'. She knew the truth. It was alive and beating inside her. Whispering into her head; eating away at the integrity of her word. "Midna… Midna…." It whispered. What a night's rest it caused – none.


Waking with a dull grown, Midna stretched her arms out, feeling the empty space surrounding her. All before noticing the place in her bed beside her was empty. With a jump, the Twili scanned the room for her husband; most of the Twili were still unsure with his presence, and she didn't want any harm done to him or them. Springing up from the bed, Midna threw on a robe and began to rush to the other rooms of the royal's suite.

The other basic rooms had no sign of the Hylian. But, a frustrated grumble caught her ears, and she quickly scattered through the suite to find its source. Upon entering the room, however, Midna was sent into a fit of laughter at the sight before her. Sprawled out amongst the floor he laid. Papers spread out with designs, beside them a hammer, nails, and a few scraps of wood.

Kneeling down beside him, she brushed hair away from his face, giggling at his face all squished up against the floor. "Link," Midna whispered down into the Hylian's ear. "It's time to get up."

With a faint adjustment to his position, Link groaned, turning up to face Midna simultaneously. Yawning, the blond's eyes adjusted to the faint morning glow. Once the Twili's silhouette was visible to him, Link sheepishly grinned, cheeks flushing red. "G'morning Mids," the Hylian yawned while speaking.

Leaning down and melting his lips to hers, Midna wrapped her hands underneath her husband's back and helped sit him up beside her. Pulling Link up to her stature, she once again brushed his stringy bangs away from his face. "Care to tell me what you were up to in the middle of the night?"

With a slight jump, Link's eyes widened and cheeks filled with a rosy hue. "Well I… uh…" Quickly, he glanced over at the pile near him. "I was building something… I guess. Heh heh…" Sheepishly laughing, he rubbed the nape of his neck with his hand as his face grew hot."

Glancing away from her suspicious husband, Midna looked around at the mess he had created. With scraps of wood, hammer and nails, and a few pieces of a paper – this goal for creation was all too obvious. "What were you making?"

"Oh.. I don't know, I just couldn't sleep, I guess."

"You were making a crib, weren't you?" Midna sternly looked down at Link, her face rigid; unmoving.

Shocked with her answer, Link's eyes met with the ground while he could only sarcastically laugh. "I... I guess so."

With a sigh, Midna picked up the paper with the design of the small child's bed. "Link," she spoke with a balked tone. "I told you not to get your hopes up like this. I'm not even sure if it's going to happen. I'm only taking a guess because we did the thing."

Looking away, Link took a breath and exhaled slowly. "I know, I just, when you told me last night it hasn't left my mind I… I just… I was really hopin' it was real, y'know?" His eyes got lost in Midna's for only a spare moment before turning away. His face wrecked with distanglement; a slight frown to his lips and sadness salted into his eyes.

"Link, I know. I told you last night, though. We can't get too attached to something we don't even know will happen." Lies. Midna shivered a slight bit, her sudden movement catching Link's attention. Before she could speak again, her husband's arms wrapped themselves around her and hold her close.

"Are you cold?" He looked up at her with wide eyes.

"A slight bit."

"Well, how about we go get ready for the day, and then head down to the council building like we're supposed to?" Link grinned, trying to lighten her mood. "I bet being closer to the sols will be bit warmer, too."

Back in her room, Midna began to strip herself of her night's clothing while Link had done the same behind her. Once she lifted her top over her head, she felt a pair of warm hands rest themselves against her sides, and lips meeting with her neck. With a giggle, the Twili wrapped her arms around her partner's neck, placing her lips on his cheek. For as innocent as he had been, Midna was surprised that he had picked up so quickly on such notions.

"Link," the Twili groused into his ear. "We can't do this now; we have to go to the council meeting. We can't show up looking like messes."

With a slight groan, Link had backed away from his wife, allowing them to continue to prepare for the day. The Hylian garbed himself in gowns that Midna had set out for him. Apparently, they were the clothing of the royals of the Twili, only to be worn in sessions with the parliament and in public. Without a complaint, he fitted the garbs around his waist, tying the bands as tight as possible. The garments were rather loose fitted, similar to Midna's – showing off much skin, mainly the patterns on her skin.

Without the Twili markings, or without his typical build, he felt rather uncomfortable with the garment exposing his pale skin. Sighing, Link gave up on the robe and tidied his hair. Once dressed, he followed Midna out of the suite. Down the halls they found their way through the maze of the palace. Arriving at the parliament chamber, the two sat down in their seats, awaiting the appearance of the council.

"They'll show up eventually." Midna spoke straightly. "Once they all turn up, the servants will bring all of us a small meal and traditional tea to start the session. These early sessions only occur once a month. We'll typically have short sessions weekly in the evenings."

With a simple nod for acknowledgement, Link whispered, "Ah." However, he didn't appear all so interested with the council. Nor the sessions. The politics didn't really seem to appease to him. Link just sat there, vacant of emotion or concern.

Noticing his apathy, Midna tilted her head slightly and smirked in his direction. "You don't always have to be so pouty about all this, y'know." Her lips widened to a smile when she saw her husband's tiny jump and perplexed look at her. "Yeah, I know it's a bummer that the council agrees more with what Zant did what I used to think, rather than what I do now. But you can make fun of them all you want and they can't do a single thing because you're named King."

With a small shrug, Link glanced down at his feet. "Yeah, but the council says I have no power."

"They never said you couldn't make fun of them."

Closing his eyes, Link chuckled lightly. "Well, then, they are the scum of the-" Quickly, he was cut off by the loud opening of the doors – the council members piling in.

After all twelve council members had taken their seating, the head stood and bowed to the queen. "Your majesty, shall the session start?" After she nodded, the council member motioned to the servants to bring out the light course.

The small dish sat in front was a soup like substance of a murky color. Link only assumed it was a traditional Twili dish. After a small prayer to the goddesses led by Midna, the small room began to eat at their small breakfast. After only a few spoons of the soup, Link pushed away his plate. It was rather bland, irksome, he could say, compared to Hylian food.

For several minutes, Link sat there and played with his thumbs, hoping nobody would notice he wasn't eating. He felt the stares burn into his head, though. It was one of the council members, he knew it. And the arrogant member would speak out eventually. Tightly, he shut his eyes, avoiding eye contact with anybody starting at him.

"So, 'King' Link, why aren't you eating the traditional dish?" One of the members sitting a few rows back spoke up. He stood and rested his hands on the table, a spiteful expression plaguing his face.

With a groan, Link looked up from his hands and directly at the member. "I'm not feeling my best today."

Several minutes of silence swam within the room as the council member stared a Link. "Come here," the Twili ordered, breaking the quiet tension in the room.

With a quick glance over to Midna for her approval, Link stood from his seat and went to the front of the room as the twili approached him. The twili gazed at him for a minute, but quickly grabbed at the robes, and easily pushed them off Link's shoulders. They fell to his waist while the belt at his lower abdomen held them up. The twili then quickly went to Link side, gripped him by the shoulder, and directed all the council members' attention towards him.

"Look at this! He calls himself the 'hero of twilight' yet looks like this! If here were a legendary hero chosen by his precious goddesses, he wouldn't be as scrawny or short!" The twili shouted, spitting as the words escaped his lips. His angered expression lightened bit when he felt Link's skin grow hot underneath his hand. Turning his head to him, he laughed and began to mock him, "Oh, are you embarrassed that I'm calling about the truth about you? That you're a scrawny liar who refuses to eat? How pathetic." The twili grinned more when he saw Link's face cringe. "Oh, are you going to cry? How cowardly – a real man would never cry."

Link's eyes opened wide and instantly, he used his free hand to shove the twili's off of him. Turning towards him, he furrowed his brows and lined his hands up on the twili's shoulders. "So what if I cry. Hylians cry. Twili cry. Men cried when they were still babies. Everybody cries. Grow up." Taking a deep breath, he began to phrase his next point to be made. "Now, I am the hero of twilight whether you like it or not. Just like any other person can, I fell incredibly ill and I am still regaining my strength. Thus why I look like a scrawny weakling, in your words."

Releasing the twili with a shove, Link pulled the robe back up to his shoulders and returned to his seat, sitting down with crossed arms, crossed legs, and a cross face. "I won't take any of your goat shit. Just because you don't like me doesn't mean you shouldn't respect me."

With a smug frown, the twili exhaled heavily through his nose, and returned to his seat with heavy footsteps. Returning to his seat, the head member sighed and stood. "Your highness, after today's er… miniscule bickering, I suggest we postpone the traditional session two weeks from now." He broke his eye contact, and glared over at Link before continuing to speak. "Maybe our king will feel well enough to eat our own food then."

Following the head member's closing, the council dismissed themselves and exited the room, leaving Link and Midna alone.

"I'm sorry," Midna spoke first. "I didn't know they would get like that." She fondled with her hands in her lap, looking down at the floor.

With a shrug, Link slouched back into his chair and sighed. "I don't mind. I need to learn to 'fend for myself anyways." And then, to Midna's surprise, he snorted before a small fit of laughter took over him.

"What's so funny?" The queen raised one brow, and her crooked smile became lopsided in a smirk.

Looking over at his wife with a smile as if he were drunk, Link snickered once more. "Well, I've got two more weeks to figure out how to eat that liquefied shit."

"Ahh, yes – that ancient recipe that is disgusting." Midna laughed to herself. "It took me a few weeks; you'll get the hang of it eventually."

With a snicker, Link stood from his seat and placed himself right in front of Midna's, offering his hand to her. "The coward would like your hand, your highness." He grinned sarcastically down at her.

"Oh, the weakling wants my hand? Of course I'll give it to him. He's wonderful." Midna responded, equally sarcastic. Taking his hand, she felt him pull her up and close to him, while wrapping his other hand around her waist. With a small giggle, Midna bent her head down slightly so her lips met with her husband's.


Once back to their room, the two undid themselves of their formal wear into more comfortable garbs. After, Link sprawled out across their bed and watched Midna undo her hair – each fiery strand falling down to her back. When she began to take off whatever clothing was left, Link turned away out of respect. The next thing he knew, Midna was curled up beside him.

"So Link," she whispered in his year.
"Yeah?"

"The palace nurse is coming tomorrow to check up on me, and I'm assuming you to." She spoke softly, almost inaudible.

"Mhm?" Link nodded his head softly, acknowledging her words.

"Don't mention anything about, the possible baby." Lies. Midna looked away from Link. "I just don't want the council to find out."

"All understood," Link whispered. He wrapped his arms around Midna and pulled her close. "Why would I even think of saying that, though?"

"I don't know, you get excited over little things."

"And a baby is a small thing?"

"Maybe."

"Oh Nayru," Link laughed. "Somebody help you get your priorities right."