A King and A Girl

“Are you sure about this?” Rabia asked, eyeing herself in the mirror critically. Kamilah and another woman Rabia didn’t know were helping her get fitted for the wedding. Kamilah smiled at her.

“You look beautiful,” she squeezed Rabia’s shoulders gently. The cropped white top had a sweetheart cut with a jeweled illusion neckline up to her neck like a choker. The skirt was simple and white, with jewels around the waist that matched the top. The other woman started adjusting the fit while Kamilah pinned her hair into a low updo. She settled a gold tiara inlaid with diamonds
and rubies onto Rabia’s head. Rabia blinked.

“Um… isn’t that a bit much?” she asked with uncertainty.

“Well, it’s the Queen’s crown,” Kamilah answered. “It’s tradition to wear it at the wedding. But don’t
worry, you can swap it for something less dramatic later,” she replied.

“R-right…” Rabia stuttered, a little pale.

“What’s wrong?” Kamilah asked.

“I’m… I’m not cut out for this,” Rabia said. Kamilah frowned, and the other woman excused herself quietly. Rabia sat heavily on a nearby chair and looked down at her lap. “I’m not a leader, I can’t…” she pulled the crown off and pressed it back into Kamilah’s hands, shaking her head. “I don’t know the valley well enough to be in this position, Kamilah…” she trailed off. Kamilah knelt in front of her and took her hands.

“Rabia, listen…” she waited until she caught the girl’s eyes. “I know it’s overwhelming… but you can do this. You can,” she insisted when Rabia scoffed. “You’re taking on a lot of responsibility, but you have Ganondorf and Nabooru and Aveil to help you. You aren’t going to be alone. Ganondorf wouldn’t have proposed if he didn’t think you could do this, okay?”

“What if he’s wrong?” Rabia asked.

“Sa mala zi…(1)” Kamilah pulled her into a gentle hug. “Da’müs ko h éf e (2). You’ll be wonderful.” She let go and set the crown back on Rabia’s head. “Okay?” Rabia gave her a small smile and nodded.

“Thank you, Ní λadi (3).”

“Now, we better finish this fitting. You have to leave after dinner,” Kamilah said, pulling Rabia to her feet.



Ganondorf turned as he checked himself out in the mirror. He was wearing a black suit and vest with a white shirt and a grey tie. He frowned.

“Are you dressed?” Zelda called.

“Yes. Do Hylians really wear these to their weddings?” Ganondorf asked. Zelda and the tailor both rounded the room divider. Zelda eyed him critically.

“Of course they do,” she answered as she circled him.

“How horrible,” he muttered.

“It’s traditional,” Zelda answered. “You look nice.” Ganondorf shrugged.

“At least it’s black.” Zelda rolled her eyes.

“It fits your shoulders fine, but I think it needs to be taken in a bit… stay here, I’ll go get the tailor.” She left, then returned shortly with the tailor. He took a few measurements and place a few pins, then Ganondorf and Zelda were on their way.