Linkia, The Heroine Of Time (Lemon) (ON HOLD)

A Young Princess's Story

One day, on a beautiful summer's afternoon, the warm summer breeze was soon heard through harsh clanging of chimes. The sun was at the highest of breech, the bright blue sky, above not a cloud in sight. The towns folk was wandering the streets of town, the town was very busy this time of year, selling at their stalls while others walked the land in search of items, food and even shelter. On a branch not to far from here, a place lived a beautiful grey castle, it was never to go unseen due to being in the town of Hyrule. A beautiful King and a lustful Queen would be the two who lived in this building. But to no surprise, they wasn't alone in the castle, a beautiful young girl, the daughter of the King, (Dark Link) and the Queen, (Zelda) she was of course, the heir to thrown, A Princess who's name would be everywhere they turned, "Linkia," said a few metres away from the young princess, her mother soon turned to face a young man who made it seem like a question. "Hai!" Spoke in a soft but warm tone. The man would simplyfy his needs, he needed to know something but in return, he'd tell her his name. "I am Gannondorf, may I ask, how old is this 'Beautiful' young Princess?" Gannon had spoke but in a tempered tone, trying ever so hard to be nice and kind but failed. "Gannon, huh? Hai! Linkia is only 6 years of age." Zelda soon spoke once again, her eyes closed for the brief moment, her her tilt to the right side of herself made it seem like she was joyful, a happy mother and proud. "That's all I needed to know, my lady," Zelda would softly hum, kneeling down to her precious little girl who was their, her smile was wide, her arms spread wide, her mother soon scooped her up into a tight but loving hug. 'Weird, that young man only want to know how old my daughter was' Zelda thought to herself, soon she let go of Linkia, taking her hand into her own before heading inside the castle to her father, Dark Link. "Darky, honey," Darky soon turned to face his beloved wife and daughter, "My Queen, Princess. I need to speak to you, Princess, please take yourself to your room and close the door!" His voice was as cold as normal, Zelda nodded, she needed to speak to her husband about the meeting she had just had with the towns men. Linkia, on the other hand, didn't want to go to her room, why must she be the one to leave? Why did her father always speak to her the same? "Maid, please take Princess Linkia to her room. Yes, Ma'am." The maid said as she takes a hold of Linkia's hand and begins to walk away to her room. Meanwhile, "Zelda, I must address this. Now is the time, we must do what we need to do this very week. We can't...," Darky closed his eye's for the moment, a slight tear in his eye's as he reopened them to carry on what he was about to finish. "We can't let them take her, I know how much she means to us all but... We have to do this to protect our Princess, our daughter. After all, she is our family," He paused for the moment to look into his wife's eye's as she began to tear up, tears rolling down her cheek bones. With a deep breath, he spoke once more. "Zelda, my love. We have heard their coming for us in three days time, we should send her away, far away... I do not want my daughter to see what will become of Hyrule." He said before he got up and walked away.

MEANWHILE- WITH LINKIA.

After being taken to her room, she huffed as she cried upon turning to her bed, her room was quite the size, a king sized bed, which was the colour gold and white, her walls was a warm pink with the hint of green in. Her room consists of a few items, her large bed, a set of drawers, a side cabinet which was placed next to her bed. A chest, which just looked like a wooden box which she had kept down the bottom of her bed, which she places her toy's she no longer plays with. "I'm confused, my father is always so rash with me but, why? It's like I was always in their way. Mother was always so kind yet, when with father she didn't pay much attention to me at all. I wonder why." She spoke with a teary consept of a dying heart which to her, felt like breaking each time her father spoke to her.