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The love life of a Hero	By : Lisachan Category: Zelda > Het - Male/Female Views: 3839 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 21: Hung, beheaded or thrown in a pit

Zelda closed her eyes while she was breathing in the morning air. There was something about walking around in a winter landscape in the morning. The smell of damp wood, the crunching of fresh snow under her feet. Seven years had passed. She was seven years older, seven years wiser. She was married now. Had become a queen.
And a mother.
There were noises in the background. But it were pleasant noises. Laughter, chattering. She let them flow into her ears and seep into her body. Last night, she, Rinku and their beautiful daughter had done something they should’ve done a long time ago. Just like any other seven year old, Zell liked sleepovers. And because Zelda always had to miss out on those when she was a child herself, she had invited Ivee and Link too. And just so they wouldn’t feel left out, Amira, Pruce, Azu, Purah, Symin and Boy. Because, why not. In time, she had started to see all of them as family. With Rinku made up of the same D.N.A. as the original Link, you could say that they were practically brothers anyway. It were the end of the year holidays after all, and the eve of Zell’s birthday. A time to be merry.
Right now, all of them were having a morning walk around the castle grounds. She was glad that the kids had never had to see it while it was in ruins.
She opened her eyes again when she felt fingers brushing against hers. Looking aside, she saw the warm face of her husband.
“Did you enjoy last night?” Rinku asked.
“I did,” Zelda smiled. “We should do it more often. I enjoy having them around me.”
“Hm, me too. They’re a great gang. Today will be fun too.”
Later that day, they were to visit an annual public festival in the castle courtyard, one that Zelda had created to celebrate the end of the year. There would be a market, a funfair, a circus and lots of places to buy food and drinks, all week long.
“Linkle!” Ivee suddenly shouted. “Where did that little rascal run off to? Linkle!”
“She’s gone following an animal footprint in the snow,” Junior informed, who was sagely walking at his father’s hand.
Peering around, Ivee could see her daughter somewhere in the distance. “Don’t stray too far!”
“Okay, mummy!” Shortly after, they heard a loud bang.
“Linkle! How many times do I still have to tell you that you shouldn’t randomly blow stuff up? And especially not on someone else’s property!” Perhaps it wasn’t ethically right to refer to your own child as exhaustingly annoying, but in truth… that’s exactly what Linkle was.
Linkle excitedly came running back, holding out her hand. “But I found something! Look! It’s a curious kind of crystal.”
“That’s just rock salt,” Junior said dryly.
“How do you know?”
Junior pulled her hand that was holding the ‘crystal’ towards his mouth and licked the little gem his sister had found. “Rock salt,” he confirmed, pushing her hand back again.
“That’s very nice, Linkle, but I’m still gonna have to confiscate your Sheikah Slate for a bit,” Link said, taking the Sheikah Slate from her hip before she had a chance to stop him.
“Daddy!”
“I mean it. Before you know it, you’re gonna hurt someone.”
It didn’t take very long though, before they heard another bang.
“I didn’t mean to! It was an accident!”
“Thought you had confiscated her Sheikah Slate?” Amira said.
“I did.” His eyes drifted to Junior’s Sheikah Slate. Or that is to say, where it should’ve been hanging on his hip. It was gone. “That little… Junior, you shouldn’t let your sister steal your Sheikah Slate like that.”
“Huh?” Junior said, quite daftly looking down at his hip. “Oh… I hadn’t noticed.”
Ivee shook her head with a smile on her face while she looked at her two angels. Complete opposites they were. She had to think back about their first birthday. The difference between them two couldn’t have been more obvious. Linkle was looking around with big, curious eyes, excitedly bouncing in Ivee’s lap, while Junior was staring at whipped cream that had gotten on his hand, thinking up a strategy how he could get it off. Her eyes then drifted to Zell, who was picking up snow and throwing it in the air. She had been high maintenance from the very start. The delivery had taken two days. Good thing those fairies existed.
“Can we go to the festival yet?” Junior asked.
“No darling,” Ivee said. “We’re gonna have brunch first, so you have some decent food today, instead of all that festival junk food. And then this afternoon, when the festival has started, then we’ll go.”
“I want candied apple!” Linkle cried.
“I want sweet dumplings,” Junior said.
“I want both,” Zell said.
“Now Zell, normally I would say that you shouldn’t be greedy just because you’re a princess,” Zelda sighed. “But since today is your birthday, I guess it’s alright.”
“Junior, do you think your sister deserves candied apples after having been so naughty?” Link said.
“Hmm… If she gives my Sheikah Slate back?”
“Good boy. Linkle, you heard your brother.” With a stern face, Link gestured to return the stolen Sheikah Slate to Junior.
“Aw, when will I get mine back then?” Linkle pouted, reluctantly giving it back.
“If you behave today. We don’t want you creating mayhem during the festival by blowing up stuff. Actually, on second thought, I think it would be best if we leave them at the castle altogether. Who knows, there might be some scoundrels around who do want to cause an uproar, and stealing a Sheikah Slate from a child would be a walk in the park for them.”
“You might be right about that,” Purah agreed.
“Will it be safe for Zelda and Zell to walk around in public like that?” Pruce pondered.
Zelda gave a little airy laugh. “Oh, but with two Links and a wolf around, surely, there will be no need to worry about our safety.”

“A slingshot?” Zell said, disdainfully looking down at the weapon in her hand. They were standing in front of a shooting game. Bows and arrows for adults, slingshots for children. Although Zell really thought that she could already handle a bow and arrow. “Really? Mother, with all due respect, but… are you joking?”
“First you must learn how to aim, my darling,” Zelda replied. “A slingshot causes a lot less damage when you miss target.”
“A slingshot?” Zell repeated pointedly, as if her mother hadn’t heard her the first time.
“Don’t give me that look. It is not up for discussion. Link has started out with a slingshot too when he was little, didn’t you, Link?”
“I did.” Not that he had any recollection of it.
“Look, Linkle and Junior also have slingshots. Don’t think you’re better just because you’re a princess.”
After the game, Zell graciously accepted her reward, although Linkle and Junior didn’t seem to agree amongst each other. At least she was pleased to see that there was some spirit in Junior after all.
“I’m the first born!” Linkle cried.
“I’m the boy!” Junior retorted.
“Are you? Because you shoot like a girl.”
“I do not! Daddy!”
“Oh, calling for your daddy, very boyish.”
“Shut up! I’m smarter, anyway.”
“Yeah, because that’s how you save a Kingdom. With your head.”
“Now now, Linkle,” Link interfered. “Some of the trials in the shrines are very difficult and require a lot of logical thinking. I think you two would make a great team.”
They turned their backs towards each other and both stuck there noses up in the air. “As if,” Linkle snorted.
“Same,” Junior grumbled.
By the time they got to eat their sweets, all was forgotten. “Auntie Purah, is it really true that you’re 130 years old?” Linkle wanted to know.
“Why of course not, who has told you that?” Purah said, nibbling on her candied apple.
“See uncle Azu, I told you she couldn’t be...”
“I’m 131. No wait, 132 already. Oh, it’s all going so fast, isn’t it?”
The adults laughed at Linkle and Junior’s baffled faces. Zell rolled her eyes, but only a little bit. If she’d do it too much, then her mother would notice and tell her that princesses don’t roll their eyes. Even though, in Zell’s humble opinion, she didn’t think that royalty should be touching their husband all the time in public, like her mother had been doing all afternoon.
While she was enjoying her sweet dumplings, passersby wished her a happy birthday, and she politely smiled and nodded. She jumped when there was someone holding a cage with cackling cuccos in it.
“Oh, dad! Can we get cuccos too!” Linkle cried. “We can have fresh eggs each morning and give them our leftover food!”
“Leftover food is reserved for us!” Purah shouted. “Throwing away food that Link or Ivee has made is such a crime.”
“Leftover food that has gone bad, auntie Purah,” Linkle explained with a sigh.
“Ivee?” Link queried.
“Sure, we could get some cuccos. We’ll buy some at the end of the day.”
“Yaaay!” both Linkle and Junior cheered.
“What shall we name them?” Linkle wondered.
“Umm… Oh!” Junior shouted. “Puff and Fluff!”
“Excellent!”
“Mother, I need to wash my hands,” Zell then announced, with a little chuckle at Linkle and Junior’s antics.
“Zell, there’s a fountain right over there. You can wash you hands there,” Junior suggested.
“Really bro, you’re so dense,” Linkle chuckled. “That was princess language for ‘I need to pee’.”
“Is that true, Zell? Do you need to pee?”
“I’d like it if you would stop saying that. But yes, I do.”
Zelda smiled. “Right. We shall go find a public toilet, then. Boy, are you coming with us?”
With a happy grunt, Boy took it upon him to look after the ladies. The men thought that now was as good a time as any to have a wee as well. When he was done, Rinku went sitting on a nearby bench while Pruce, Symin and Azu were getting drinks. Link and Junior had rushed off to buy something nice they’d seen on the market, for Zell’s birthday. They’d already done the presents after brunch, but Junior had said that he thought his present had been a bit lame and didn’t suit a princess.
“Oh, if it isn’t Link,” a somewhat familiar voice suddenly said. Familiar, although Rinku couldn’t really put his finger on where he’d seen him before.
“I’m sorry, who are you?”
“It’s me, Yan. Oh, maybe you don’t recognise me without my soldier gear.”
“Oh, Yan! Fancy seeing you here. You’re right, you do look totally different in regular clothes.”
Yan was a new soldier Rinku had been assigned to take under his wings and who he was currently giving a one-on-one training to. He showed promise. He and Zelda both agreed that he was talented, for sure. Just a bit too cocky to their liking.
He sat himself down next to Rinku on the bench. “It’s hard to believe you really couldn’t talk at first.”
“Well, that has been more than seven years ago.”
Then his eyes fell on the ring around Rinku’s finger. “A wedding ring?”
“Yes. I don’t wear it during training. I don’t want to damage it. Or worse, lose it.”
“I’ve heard that you were the one who’d married the queen. It’s true, then, I see.”
“Indeed, it is.”
Yan leaned a bit closer. “So Rinku, tell me… From man to man… How is she?”
Rinku said nothing, but just smiled, and a lewd grin appeared Yan’s face. “That good, hu...”
“Fierce.”
Yan’s head snapped around. That had been Zelda’s voice behind him. Boy was standing right next to her, growling and showing his teeth. Behind them was the rest of the women and girls. Rinku’s smile had just been to greet them. “Your highness, I… I’m sorry, I had no idea...”
“As will be your punishment if you don’t stop talking right now.” She leered down upon him while he grovelled for her. Private time or not, she didn’t need to take this from her soldiers. “For now, you may go. But make no mistake, next time, you shall be quartered. Do not forget that, soldier.” With a shake of her head, she dismissed him, and Yan scampered off to who knows where.
Rinku couldn’t help but feel slightly amused as he stood up and entwined his fingers with hers. “Isn’t that a bit harsh?”
“Yes, it is. I was lying. He may also be hung, beheaded or thrown in a pit.”
“Zelda...”
“I’m joking, of course. But he doesn’t know that, does he?”
It was then that Link returned with Junior. “Who was that, running off like that?” he wanted to know. “Looked awfully flustered, didn’t he?”
“Oh, don’t mind him, that’s just a new soldier I’ve been training,” Rinku said.
“Is he any good?”
“He’s alright. Although he is bit of a show off. Like, there was this time, when we went to a nearby well for some refreshment. He’d noticed there were some maids around, so he’d hauled a bucket of water up and poured it out over himself.”
“Oh, I see.”
“You know,” Rinku murmured in Zelda’s ear as they started walking again to meet up with Pruce, Symin and Azu and help them with the drinks. “You standing up for yourself like that… It really turns me on.”
Zelda gasped and let out a nervous little laugh. Even after seven years, the sparkle was still very much there. The way his loving gaze, right before he would take off her clothes, made her heart race. The way it felt so good to be kissed by him. They still made each other feel hot in unmentionable places. Every morning they still loved waking up next to each other, and every day, they looked forward to the evening, when they could be back in the privacy of their bedroom. Sometimes, they would just snuggle. Sometimes, they would make wild, passionate love.
Zelda inhaled sharply and swallowed. How terribly inappropriate to have such thoughts right now.
“Something wrong, my love?” Rinku smirked.
“I was just thinking… Yesterday, we just cuddled. Maybe, tonight, we could...”
“Oh… Wanna show me how fierce you can be?”
“Yes,” Zelda hissed ardently.
“Okay. I’m looking forward to it. My queen.” The fire in her eyes told him that tonight, her queenly decency would be nowhere to be found.
And with that, foreplay had started. From now on, every look, every touch, every gesture would be laden with eroticism. They would drive each other entirely crazy. The build up, the anticipation...
It was gonna be so much fun.
Ivee, who was walking a little way behind them next to Link, had noticed. “They’re so gonna have sex tonight,” she grinned.
“Totally,” Link chuckled.
“Us too?”
“I’ll never say no to that.”

To be continued...
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