Part of Your Realm: A Twilight Princess Fanfic

Confidantes of Shadow, Emissaries of Light

*Ordon Village*

Soon that would be him.

Link sat, ensnared by the vision before him. Telma and Renado swaying beneath an archway of whispering wisteria. Their petals blowing in the breeze along with the soothing sounds of the melodic quartet. Telma, ever the vision, in an ivory gown, her forehead tucked beneath Renado's chin. Renado, oblivious to the tearful audience around them, had his eyes shut. Link could see him surrendering to the love that was coursing through him. His love for Telma, requited or not, had done more than just sustain him, it had motivated him.

And here was the pay off, their wedding day.

Link had seen the guile of magic in his life, but there was no magic quite as crafty as love. Between the way it finds you, to where it leads you. He tightened his grip on Y/N's hand. The urge to praise Hylia ablaze within him.

Link continued to watch Telma and Renado's dance, until a hushed whisper rifted itself through the moment.

"Just think Y/N, that will be you and Link soon. Unless of course, Link screws it up somehow. Then it can be you and me instead." Fado rustled on Y/N's other side. Link shot Fado a sharp look.

"You know I'm just playing Link! Come on now!"

Link could hear a slight chortle beneath Y/N's breath.

Link's eyes scoured the audience. Luda sat adjacent to him. Her mouth hung open as tears streaked her face. Of course, Beth was positioned with her arms around her. He watched both girls sob at the beauty of the sight before them. It was as Link observed Luda and Beth that the familiar sensation of being watched tugged his eyes away, and in another direction.

They landed across from him, on Ilia. One end of her mouth curved upward, while her eyes remained fixed on him. The dejected look in her eyes didn't match the cheap smile she gave him. Their relationship would be strained for a while, this Link knew.

But at least she was alive. Maybe Hylia would bless her with the love she deserves. Link hoped she would. Guilt poked and prodded its way into him.

The truth may set you free, but that doesn't come without the aftermath. The aftermath sat evidently before him. And evidently beside him. He snuck a glance in Y/N's direction.

Y/N, once again, was the only vision Link could seem to focus on. Her h/c hair in loose waves around her shoulders, the tips cascading around the metallic green of the dress he loved. It was unfair to think anyone could be more beautiful than the bride on their wedding day, but he couldn't help himself.

This Twili came into his life and excavated the fossil that his heart was, transforming it into a beating organ once more.

Still, as Link's eyes settled on the glimmering gems on the bottom of Y/N's dress, he couldn't help but wonder; what happened to the letter he had wrote her? He had opted on not telling Y/N about it. In the end, everything had worked out. He just couldn't keep himself from pondering, had she recieved it, would it have saved them from the heartache they endured?

But then, they wouldn't have become friends with their deepest insecurities and fears.

Confidantes of their own shadow and emissaries of their own light.