Fyras14: Alright, some of you might be surprised on why I deleted this story...well, it kinda was starting to look a bit odd. I will be changing some of the plot points, but it wont be that much of changes...I will probably be adding other chapters together, and some new information, like the one that will be present in this all new revised Chapter 1. I will probably be doing updates once a week, as I still need to work on some things to fix the whole thing.

This story, like the last one, is a sequel to "Wisdom in Distress"(which I will be rewriting some time in the future). It also has spoilers for The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess...really major spoilers...like the ending and such. The summary hasnt really changed much, either.

Summary: After her departure from the light realm, Midna is left depressed and with a broken heart, unfortunately, things get worse from there on, as she is forced by her council to pick a suitor. With the help of an unlikely source, Midna and her new friend will get rid of her suitors one by one, with comical results...but, what happens if someone else falls in love with the Twilight Princess? Will she accept, despite a rebellion that is building on her doorstep? Couples: MidnaxOC, with one-sided MidnaxLink.

Please read and review, or criticize, whichever comes first. Flames are not accepted frowned upon, and possibly deleted.

-Thomas Otway

-Chapter One-

-A Present of Heartbreaks-

Midna, at times, loved to be alone. It satisfied her to be all by herself sometimes, because it was during this times of the day that she could hear her own thoughts, hear her own heartbeat, and even hear the world outside of her throne room. However, loneliness too, had a way of making her feel miserable, and all was caused because of someone living in the world of 'Light'.

It was a known fact that the Twilight Princess loved her kingdom. She loved her people, and the darkness that made out her world, the Sols that floated upon the sky, acting as their only source of what some would call 'light', she loved it all. But, no matter how much she loved her world and saw this darkness clouding it, she couldn't keep her mind away from that other world, that other world full of colors and light.

She wanted to feel the light within the green pasture under her naked feet, she wanted that cold water made of light to splash against her knees, she wanted a 'real' light-bound sun to burn her cheeks, while waging a war against the light color of the harsh and vast desert. She wanted those colors, she wanted them all, because in her world, everything was just so damn dark. You couldn't tell if this was lighter than the next thing, you couldn't even tell if the water was shallow or not, because it was always dark. It was darker than Midna could have imagined, and the worst part was that she blamed it upon those two. Those two, a princess and a hero, both from the world of Light. At times, she would blame the changes upon that princess, Zelda, and most of the time, she would blame the changes on him, that hero chosen by the gods of their world. Link. And the more she blamed Link for the changes in her life, the more she missed the hero in green.

For over a year now, Midna hated to admit to the fact that she wanted to cry out loud and let the pain out of her system, but she couldn't. She missed him, and he wasn't going to come back, and neither was Zelda. They couldn't. Their way to this world was lying in millions of pieces among an abandoned prison in the middle of the desert of their world. She knew that another way could be found, but her people needed her here, and that was what made the loneliness even worse. Midna was breaking, and it was all because of Zant.

Zant. He was the main perpetrator of all this mess. If only he hadn't let greed consume him, if only he had been dead already…! But, no. He received power, and became a king. A king of evil, that plunged her world among the shadows. What made the situation worse was the fact that she had sent her eyes his way, and had given him a chance to raise his greed. Midna had been wrong about Zant during those days were he would be kind and even helpful towards the not-yet princess, but, when the heir to the throne was chosen his true colors—ironic word—showed, and the now appointed princess of the Twilight Realm, had forced to see him off. And that, had started it all. Zant came back, powerful than ever, and transformed her into a hideous little imp with no chance to fight back.

At first, Midna had hated the new form she had been cursed with, but managed to get used to it. During her trek to the world of Light, she had met up with Zelda, a princess, who had given up her post of power for the sake of her people, who now lived as spirits among the shadows of the Twilight Realm. Zelda didn't care how much she was ridiculed, and even injured by the beasts that wondered the castle under the robes of Twilight, in fact, the princess had not cared when Midna had made fun of her the first time they had met, and even accepted her help in freeing this world of Twilight. It was thanks to Zelda that Midna had learned many things about the world of Light, and in turn, the princess of the Twilight had told her of the sacred beast and also of her plan to get rid of Zant, and supposedly help her people, that part of the plan she had no way of doing…at least, not yet. Then, after her false promises, she had met Link, the rancher trapped in the wolf's body, the one she was looking for. Midna had previously abhorred the idea of a light dweller, but what choice did she have? She couldn't fight, and as long as the two light dwellers hadn't figure it out she was using them, it would be alright. But, it never would be alright after that.

During Midna's journey with Link, Zant had attacked, almost killing her and cursing Link into his wolf form. In an act of kindness, the hero trapped in the wolf's body took her straight towards her next savior; Zelda. Zelda had sacrificed her own being to save Midna's life, in turn almost killing herself in the process, and that sacrifice made by both the hero and princess had been enough to change Midna's views about the light dwellers. No one in one world could be greedy nor bad, but Midna had understood that far too late, as she saw how both Link and Zelda sacrificed themselves to save a friend, not caring if they belong to the same world or not. And, it had been during that single adventure in where she began to fall in love once more. At first, it had been that awkward kind of love, friends at first, lover second. It was just so weird, but then…

…that face…those eyes…and then, a blush…Damn. She lost the battle, and right hen and there, she had fallen in love with the green clad hero.

Called it fate, call it whatever, but it was definitely someone's fault that she had fallen in love with the hero. She wondered if it was the light spirit's fault that she, princess of the Twilight Kingdom, had fallen in love with a light dweller of all people, one that was meant to be the legendary hero of both of their worlds. At first, she had laughed it out, thinking it was a mere joke of fate, but somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered if Link felt the same way about her, and not knowing broke her on the inside. Now that she could never see her love, however, her days were filled with loneliness and heartbreak. On days like this, she always found herself upon her throne, particularly bored for no reason at all, and downright melancholic.

And that is how her loyal advisor found her almost every day since she had returned from the Light Realm, or the place she called Hyrule. The old Twili would always wonder whatever had happened to her while on that world of eternal light, but no matter how many times he asked this, Midna would simply say that she was fine and end it. Her advisor, however, being old and wise, knew that there was more to it than what the princess told him, and that she was far from fine. To him, Midna looked as dreamy as the Dark Realm appeared to be, and today was no different.

The old advisor entered the princess's throne room silently, fiddling with his dark robes, and passing a hand over his short red hair, before finally making his presence known. Seeing her advisor, Midna only raised an eyebrow at him as he approach. Her eyes didn't leave him as he approached her, and then, continued on when he stopped at the foot of the steps leading to her throne, and then, bowed respectfully at her. Midna only leaned against her throne, when she heard the familiar, "Good morning, your highness…"

"Morning…" came the princess, rather pathetic response. Well, at least the old man's attempts to make conversation were working…at least.

"You…look simply radiant today," he went on, making Midna smile despite it all.

"Thanks for your kind words, Baldwin," the princess told him, smirking. "Unfortunately the last guy that said something like that to me was kicked out by my guards." The old Twili advisor, Baldwin, could only chuckle and shake his head from side to side.

"I'll keep my tongue in check, my dear..anyhow," Baldwin took a deep breath before he continued, giving the princess a serious look. "I assume you know why I came here for…"

"About that stupid decision of the council's decision to find me a husband?" she asked, to which Baldwin nodded.

"Yes…it is by tradition, that by the time a heir takes the throne, he or she must decide who they must marry." Midna scoffed at that, but said nothing as she let Baldwin continue. "…the council are wondering if you…?" he trailed off, watching as Midna turned her head to the side, frowning.

"No."

"No?"

"No." Midna repeated, looking back at her advisor. "The last thing I want is a bunch of idiots crawling at me with their supposed affection, and with their precious gifts and flowers. I really don't need that."

"Midna…" Said princess only raised her hand for silence.

"Look, I get the whole idea about the tradition thing, but, what's the hurry for?" she asked him, looking annoyed. "I haven't found anyone, I'm too busy running this realm…and besides, no one around here fits my tastes…period." Baldwin sighed. Only the great deities of their world could understand this stubborn princess.

"Come now, my dear, you hardly wait around to see the gentlemen. How can they not suit your tastes if you haven't met them for yourself?"

"I've made my decision."

"The council has done , too…but, you know how those old men work…if we can come to an arran-"

"No arrangements." Was Midna's commanding reply, a bit of venom dripping from it. "The last time we had a male ruler—no, scratch that—the last time we had a male take over, all went downhill…most of my loyal men lie dead! Senseless slaughter spread around the kingdom! And what makes this even worse was the fact that Zan—he could turn my people into monsters! The council would have to be kidding if they want a man to rule! Bah! That's the cruelest joke I have heard!" Baldwin only put a hand on his chin, as he quietly listened to the princess outburst, before speaking up himself.

"Yes…the council thought that could bother you…so, they have decided to make you the sovereign ruler…it would make things easier on all of us…" Midna only responded by folding her arms across her chest and frowning.

"No way. I have no need of any man." At least, not of this realm, Midna added mentally, as she watched the old advisor sigh once more.

"Please, Midna…" he told her, massaging his left temples with his hands. "This is a serious and difficult decision…and the old ways have come to pass after what happened here…you will need a heir to take your place eventually, and the council will not simply take a no."

"Well, they will have to deal with it."

"I actually thought this would be a good idea to get you out of your small depression you have been suffering for over a year now…" Midna didn't look at Baldwin, and muttered,

"I'm not depressed…"

"Oh, of course you're not!" Baldwin cried out sarcastically. "Who do you think you are kidding, child? You've been upset for quite some time, even that old Twili, Gord, has began to notice, and he can't see!" Midna didn't bother to look at him, and say something, anything to get him to leave, because it was true. Yes, Midna was upset, she was depressed, and the last thing she needed was a bunch of suitors running up to ask for her hand in marriage. "Child…you must look at yourself, once in a while," Baldwin went on. "we hardly know who you are anymore…always so sad…"

"…and…yet here you go thinking that I need a husband to make me feel better?" Midna asked him, not bothering to look at him. Baldwin had his eyes all over the princess, as if trying to examine the situation. She was right. Going around looking for a husband would just irritate her, and it was not uncommon to see Midna take her anger upon the walls of the castle. Many years of seeing the same scratches that the princess had been responsible for had told him that much. Unfortunately for Midna, Baldwin wasn't going to back down.

"I never said anything about you having a husband right now…but, it must be done…unless…" he trailed off, and to his pleasure, Midna turned to face him, her attention to the fullest.

"Unless, what?"

"Well…I have been thinking…how about this? Go and meet the suitors looking for your hand…try to enjoy yourself," Midna only made a face at this, but allowed the old Twili to continue. "if none of this gentlemen meet your expectations, you can forget about the whole marriage business for as long as you want…how does that sound, my dear girl?" Midna couldn't help but blink at the old man, before, she grinned and shook her head.

"Yeah…sure, old man…as if you could pull this one of."

"But, look at it how it is, princess," Baldwin said, turning his back at her and walking from left to right, thinking. "if you make a deal with the council, it can benefit them, as it can you. They get you to do this suitors business, and if you want, you can dismiss the suitors, and never have to deal with this again."

"So…you are basically saying that I have to go through hell and back, and then I get my break?"

"Couldn't have summarized it better myself, my dear," Baldwin said, smiling.

"It's not like they're going to take it that way, you know…they won't forget about this…"

"Certainly not. They'll remind you two or so years later, but then they wouldn't be able to do anything about it, they would just keep on doing it year after year…until either you or them die." Midna sighed.

"Why not die now? I would have the chance to save myself a headache…"

"Ah, come now, Midna…just take this as a small challenge, if you don't like the gentlemen you can just dismiss them, if you find one that meets your fancy, well, who knows, but, it must be done…take it or leave it," Midna could only sigh and looked down at the old Twili, before rolling her eyes.

"Fine..fine…I'll do it your way…but, on one condition…" Baldwin gave her a look, but didn't say anything as he nodded. " If I haven't found a man to fit my tastes, and the throne, this topic shall not rise again. Is that clear?" The old Twili advisor closed his eyes, and then, seconds later, nodded.

"I agree…although half of the table back in the council room might say no…"

"It's either that, or I do nothing. Simple as that." Baldwin only sighed, but managed to bow, before he left the throne room, sparing a glance at the princess, looking straight in her eyes. Sadness, wherever he looked.