A/N: Hey! This chapter took a little bit longer due to mental issues n stuff. But um. I've just stopped reading reviews. I turned of all email notifications because it's been making me feel like absolute shit and not want to actually work on this. So I figured if I didn't see it, it wouldn't bother me as much. I'm about to go read the plenty of reviews given from the last chapter.

Ah. And shit's gonna go down soon. I'm an asshole with a plot.


It had been a week since the news of the child was confirmed. In the meantime, Link and Midna spent most of their hours determining loopholes of the council's rules, while trying to think of a counter of their own. Link had met with Khina several times. She had told them about the doctor's meeting with the council. Neither of them knew what to expect as time went on. Khina prepared Link for the worst, she had said. Today, he only stood shaking as Midna tried to ease his fears. They were finally reopening the palace doors for the public. And, according to the guards, there was already a large crowd of young twili waiting.

Link expected lots of lashes and threats towards him, but Midna only reassured him, resting her hand on his. As she looked over at him seated in his throne, an expression that obviously screamed 'panic' flooded his face. But, as Midna smiled, his discomposed expression abated away.

"Link," Midna assured her husband. "Thing will be just fine. If the guards are right and this is a younger crowd of the twili, you'll be fine! They're rather accepting compared to the older generation. Besides, I'll be able to write down the names of the ones we like to be chosen for the new council in a few months." Raising her brows, she saw a small grin form on Link's lips – a good sign.

"That's good. But," he paused. Not so good. "Why can't we just disperse the current council now? They… all they've done to us is restrict us and take over."

Sighing, Midna's smile became neutral. "Well, remember when you first came here a few months ago, searching for me? I was only passed down the powers from my parents back then. I've only been in power for a few months. So, in according to tradition, I do not have enough 'experience' to overthrow the council that my parents had. Trust me; I would've done it already if I could."

"But you're the Queen. You should have more power than them."

"Not the way the ancient twili set up the system. The council is there to give citizen input, so it's fairer, I presume." Midna shrugged, slowly pulling her hand away from Link, returning her face to a pleasant theme. "The guards are about to open the doors."

With a wary grin, Link exhaled deeply, readjusting his robes just before the first visitor came in. It was a young girl – still in school. With respectful greetings to both Link and Midna with their proper titles, she mainly focused on Link, asking him various questions. Some about his duty as the hero, others like how he met Midna, how does it feel to be the only Hylian in the Twilight Realm, and many more. And, as Midna had said, she was very open to the idea of a light dweller being their king. In fact, she had seemed very supportive of it.

For the most part, the rest of the visitors were similar, except for the few older twili who came to bash. But, by Midna's request, they were quickly escorted out. Several hours later and the doors closed. With an exasperated sigh, Link slumped down in his chair – a grin planted on his face.

"You were right – I didn't have too much to worry about." Link glanced over at Midna. "Most of them were rather nice."

Shrugging, Midna stood from her throne and stretched. "I sure did. Heh. Goddesses, how long did that take? I've got around thirty names to choose from but I'm starving."

In almost an instant, Link shot up from this chair and jumped right to Midna's side. "What you're hungry? Why didn't you tell me? We could've gotten somebody to get you food? Is the baby okay? Is that why you're hungry?" Link rambled on and on, in a rather incomprehensive manner.

Midna's face only turned a bright red and she knocked her head back out of laughter, leaving Link in a confused blunder. While he questionably stared at her, brow raised and a part in his lips, Midna wrapped her arm around his shoulder and began to lead him back to their chambers.


The next week passing with flying colors – no disturbances, troubles. It was rather peaceful. Link didn't expect a calm week at all with the circumstances of the twili council. He knew certain things would be brought up at the meeting that day. The meeting was the one postponed after his small incident with a minor councilman. He wasn't going to screw it up this time – nope. He wanted it to remain as placid as possible.

With a sigh, Link tossed and turned under the sheets, slowly waking up from the night's slumber. Sitting up, he rubbed his eyes with his hands before opening them. With a quick glance back, he expected Midna to be sprawled out across the bed. But, what he expected was not there. All he heard was a wretched cough come from across the suite. Standing to his feet, Link hurried to the source of the sound, stopping in the doorframe of the room.

Alone in the washroom, with a small lantern lit, was Midna crouched on the floor, emptying the contents of her stomach into a small wastebin. Quickly entering the room, Link knelt down beside her, wrapping his arms around her. With a small gasp, Midna glanced up at him and the shock left her face in an instant.

"Hey," she whispered, a discomforted grin appeared. "I didn't mean to wake you up, I'm sorry."

Kissing her cheek, Link shook his head after pulling away. "No, no, it's fine. I was getting up anyway. I got a bit worried when you weren't next to me." With a sigh, he rested his chin on her shoulder, while sitting down and pulling Midna into his lap "Is this because of…?" Link didn't even need to finish his question.

"Yup." Midna nodded her head, leaning back onto Link. "Only a few more weeks of this I suppose. At least it's not all nine moons."

Nodding his head, Link began to rub his hand's along Midna's sides, as attempt to soothe her. "Do you think you'll be able to hold up at the meeting today?"

"I don't know. I hope."

Doubtfully nodding, Link placed his arms under Midna's, beginning to stand and lift her up with him. "Well, we can at least get ready. They won't question us for being late, and then before you know it, the whole session will be over and you can relax. I bet we can get Khina to bring you something to ease with things, y'know."

Agreeing, Midna took control of her balance and separated herself from Link. Slowly, she grudged back to their bedroom, undressing from her night gowns. Immediately replacing them with her royal garbs, she stepped in front of the mirror to fix her hair.

Changing into his own robes, Link asked, "When will it start to show?"

Nonchalantly, Midna shrugged. "Hopefully not for a few more weeks – I really doubt anytime soon, though. One less thing I have to worry about for now."

Link blinked his eyes in acknowledgement, and then finished dressing himself in the garbs. With a deep breath, he offered his arm out to Midna, next leading them out of their room, and to the session chambers. As they had entered last time, the room was, again, empty. They directed their paths to their thrones and sat themselves.

Link slung his head back and sighed, closing his eyes. "I'm not ready for this today."

Midna shook her head. "Neither am I. I'm hoping the council hasn't planned anything. If Khina was right, then the council knows about my pregnancy. And knowing them, I'm quite scared."

"Would your parents help?"

"My mom would," Midna laughed. "My dad? No no no no. He's too into 'keeping the royal blood pure'."

Anxiously smirking, Link glanced over at Midna. "Oh, great. That's nice to know. Heh…. Hey, how come I haven't met them?" He sat up, raising one brow at her.

Rolling her eyes, Midna chuckled. "Well, when you came, my parents had just handed off their power to me. And since they've taken a year-long vacation in a far providence of the realm, they won't be back to at least another four moons or so. But, when they do return I definitely want you to meet them."

Shrugging his shoulders, Link returned to slouching back in his throne. "Yeah, that'd probably be best."

Opening her mouth, ready to speak, Midna was cut off by the abrupt opening of the front doors of the room, followed by the filing in of the council members. Each member took their seat, recited a few lines to open the session, and then folded their hands on their desk. Servants next piled in, carrying platters of the traditional food that opened the session. However, Midna's was carried in completely separate from the rest – unlike the previous time. Link was the only one to take some concern by that, though.

With a few simple words from the Queen, the session began. Managing to get the bland, metallic soup down his throat, Link had finished last. He looked up with wary eyes as the council were waiting for him so the session could start. Face flushing red, Link diverted his eyes away from the parliament.

The elder councilman stood and put his attention towards Midna. "Your highness, do you have anything to say before the council discusses the change in citizen outlooks?"

Standing, Midna grabbed the proposal she had written a week earlier and placed it on the desk of the head councilman. "I have a suggestion. You will need an heir to my throne, so, why not let me have one? This proposal I have does counteract with a rule you already have set in place. But you cannot have an heir without royal blood. And since I am in the throne – it would have to be my royal blood."

With a hiss, a twili in the back of the council spoke out. "But your husband is a light dweller. It would not be royal blood. It would be a mutt's blood, this heir you say you need."

"The heir would still have my blood, still making it a royal." Midna crossed her arms, scrunching her brows.

"My dear Midna," the eldest councilman whispered. "You know we can't have half-bloods. It would be a dishonor to our ancestors."

"But times have changed. It's different now than it was a thousand or so years ago," Midna grumbled, glaring the delegate in the eye.

"Oh, Midna," the council man chuckled. "We all know why you're proposing this." The delegate smirked, reaching his hand out and resting it against her stomach.

As soon as Link saw the twili's hand reach out, he bolted out of his chair in an instant and pulled Midna away from the man. Quickly, he stood in front of her to act as a small barrier. "Don't you dare touch her," Link hissed; the integrity of anger in his eyes above fuming.

A malicious smile grew on the councilman's face. "Well then. The proposal is unanimously denied."

"But you didn't even vo-"

"Silence. It was unanimously denied."

Taking a breath, Link sighed. Turning around, he and Midna returned to their seats with lost looks on their faces. The council spoke for two hours on end, but the two had tuned them out. Just a static ringing hung in their ears as a sense of hopelessness flooded them. They needed another way out. Midna and Link knew that they were not going to lets such a thing happen without a fight.

After the session called itself to an end and the twili mass exited the room, Link and Midna stood from their thrones. Knees wobbly, they managed to make their way back to their suite, all in complete silence.

The door closed behind them, they stripped themselves of the modest garbs, not replacing them with anything. It wasn't even half-day, but they felt there was nothing they could do at the moment, with their minds all caught up in the mess. Midna threw herself into their bed, burying herself in white sheets and thick blankets.

Following her, Link did the same. Underneath the sheets he inched himself closer to Midna, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer. The two were speechless. A sorrow fog sweltered in their eyes as the denied proposal kept hitting insides of their heads. Just another reminder that wouldn't disappear.

Burying his head into Midna's shoulder, Link's eyes slowly leaked a small river of his sadness. He tried to retain his discomposed whines, but his voice prevailed. But not long enough, Midna felt his tears trickled down onto her neck, only spurring the release of her own. Her face cringed as she let the sorrow take over.

"I never understood how parents loved their child from before it was born, because they never had met it," Link choked, sniffling as well. His face was a blotchy red, more-so around his eyes. "Now I do."

Minda shut her eyes tightly, her mouth a twisted, abstract shape now. "We'll welcome it to the world but only watch it get taken away… brutally slaughtered. What have we done? What are we putting on this poor being? It never did anything and here we know it's going to get killed as soon as we meet it."

"I feel awful about it," Link whispered into Midna's ear, wiping his eye away with one hand, returning it to about his wife, and tightened the almost invisible distance.


Khina stood outside their door. She heard the perturbed cries. The whines of despair. She wanted to do something about it. It was too late though. She noticed the missing medicine too late. That was what they put in with Midna's ceremonial food. She felt guilty for not being able to warn them. She knew that they didn't know what was to come.

All they knew was that they weren't allowed to keep the child.

She wanted to knock at their door, but knew it would be out of place. She knew they were mourning. Even more still to come. With a sigh, she knelt down and folded her letter in half and slid it under the door. She knew they'd find it eventually. Maybe not right away, but eventually.

Standing, Khina began to quickly stride away from the royals' rooming. Her head faced the floor, hair all over the place, blocking her vision. Messily, she wiped her eyes with her hands. Strains of tears still on her cheeks, though.

"I'm sorry. I'll do better next time," she whispered to herself. The guilt coming over her like a wave of eternal hell.