Chapter Text
He couldn’t believe it.
He couldn’t *fucking* believe it.
Here he was, in his best dress, next to the man he had fallen in love with and yet…
He was not to be married that day.
As the crowd turned their heads to face down the central aisle, as did Link. And there he beheld the gorgeous creature that his beloved Sidon was to be wed to by the end of this ceremony.
Not a single eye was dry in the entire venue, so the fact that Link’s tears were not of joy, but heartbreak, went unnoticed. *Of course. *Of course Sidon had to marry royalty.* Who was he to ever dream of a life with his wonderful, toothy-grinned love? Link was merely a knight of the Hylian kingdom. He should know better than to hope for anything more than a few flirtatious glances.
“Are you prepared, my dearest companion?” Sidon inquired, rousing Link from his spiraling thoughts and bringing him back into the moment.
“Yes”, Link reluctantly signed. His few words had abandoned him, given the gravity of the ceremony he was in attendance of.
“Oh, I am most pleased to hear that!” Sidon exclaimed. “I had thought you bitten by a piranha, given your countenance.”
“Nervous speech not good” Link replied.
It wasn’t a lie; he *was* nervous that his best man speech was rather lacklustre. He was in the presence of most of Zoradom, after all. The verbiage of a Hylian soldier was bound to be tarnished copper among a sea of polished silver tongues. But truly, beneath his surface worries, lay his heartbreak.
Sure, the common folk in the Zoran kingdom were known to take more than one partner into their commitment, but the royal family was not known to follow the same norms as their constituents. The king of the Zora had always only taken one partner: his queen. Together, they were expected to raise the next generation of focused, compassionate leaders from egg to adulthood.
And yet Link wanted it. Link wanted *him*.
It wasn’t that he held any ill will toward Sidon’s bride. No, he was rather fond of Yona, actually. But seeing her walk up the aisle, making her way toward the platform where vows were to be exchanged, he couldn’t help the void opening up in his chest. Soon after the Zoran couple were wed, Link was to deliver his speech, interpreted by none other than the soon-to-be queen herself.
He hadn’t shown his notes to either of the regal guests of honor. Being so deeply trusted by the king, he hadn’t needed to. And it was for this reason he held so much tension. He had worded it carefully. So carefully, in fact, that he was sure the crowd would believe his words to merely be those of a dear friend. However, he wasn’t so sure that the ever-observant prospective queen would miss its true meaning.
It was a *love letter*.