✉ Partners In Heir ✉ Sidlink ✉

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       The King died in a Hinox ambush. The Queen pregnant with a son. The son that would grow to being King. However she was sickened and ill. Her pregnancy not matching with the time she was married as rumor spread. Rumor she was an adulterer or that she sinned premaritally with her appointed knight. The Hylian prince was to be a prince of sin and even a one not to be trusted, as everyone would think of him a devil child with Ganondorf's spirit. Zelda lived with that hatred from her people, but loved the unborn spawn that lived in her, not caring what anyone were to say about it to her.

       Link heard the rumors and lived with dread knowing he had impregnated another woman while also being expected to marry Sidon. However Sidon told him to not worry about it too much. Yet he knew of Zelda being ill as her mother was when conceived with her before her. She was dying of the same illness that killed the previous Queen. By having a son she had ended this pattern thankfully. Yet everyone knew of Zelda's near death. Even if she were an adulterer, she was still the Queen. So when the wedding was over, the King dead before he had the chance to meet his son, and the Queen growing more and more weak, she mustered strength on the final day and was to deliver Link's child.

       Link had heard rapid news of Zelda's delivery and was rushed to the castle. Sidon, now Links husband at his side. Their wedding day was a simple one for a royal wedding as far as royal weddings go. One that was long, but had enough wine to satisfy the retired knight, infamous adulterer, and future father to the next Hylian king. All of this being too much for a young man only one hundred and nineteen. So upon arrival of home he found that the village was well rebuilt and that the castle was rushedly fixed but yet still as majestic as one hundred years prior. Lights from fire lamps were at the windows and people were rushing into the large doors. This included Link, who was running ahead of Sidon drinking from a small flask of ale.

       Sidon took away the device and had brought Links pipe and had it in his satchel. Link was responsible enough to at least not drink in the presence of his son. The one he would be in charge of to raise as a ruler of a kingdom of not one but two kingdoms, these being Hyrule and Termina, and as well as part of the Zora's Domain. All around Link considered himself screwed. But with aid from Impa and Sidon perhaps this would not be terrible. However what was simply terrible, was the agonized cries of Zelda. Her whines and grunts almost inhuman. Something Link was afraid to enter the room for.

He had been well able to handle the sight of Calamity Ganon. The king of demons and the embodiment of Demise, the Devil himself. But hell bring no fear like a woman in birth.

       Knowing he heard the sound of Impa, yelling to her commands of pushing and breathing. Zelda obeyed and screamed and writhed. Her cries reminding Link of Zelda's days running from guardians. That was a tragic day for certain, when he first saw her breaking down in the rain, her angelic white dress sticking to her body in the mud as her eyes clenched intensely shut. Link knew that look. Except now she was writhing like a worm. What's worse was she was dying slowly from being torn and split so far open. Link watched as he watched her cries. How could this at all be worth her death, even if she was as cruel as she was one hundred and one years ago?

       However another shrill and high shriek filled the room as Link had Zelda's hand. Impa, with her arms now in place held the small youth in her arms as it shrieked out like its mother as if mimicking her noises not out of the same fear but out of wanting to learn how to react like its mother. This was a successful attempt, not only proving that it was smart, but may bare the very same triforce of wisdom on his palm. The fact brought a smile to Link's face for a change. Usually he grinned or smirked or laughed at a joke. Yet never once did he legitimately have the true joy of the moment. His heart racing, his head pounding, his knees deemed frail. His heart was heavy as with a Royal sheer, cut the boy free of his mother's dying hold.