A/N: Another drabble. Flame it if you want, I don't really care.

Overthrown

You'd think being abdicated from your throne would make you have a breakdown. Go mad, think you let down your people (I really did), think you're a bad person, etc.

Sadly, that's not my case. Indeed, they kicked me out. Who could blame them? I let a power-hungry madman take over my country and let him turn my subjects into spirits.

I don't care. In fact, I like my new life just enough. No more annoying suitors, no more paperwork (in exchange for physical work, of course), no more stuck-up nobility, no more nagging servants, no more… anything.

I had to field work, but I didn't mind. I used to drive my maids crazy when I was a girl because I'd always had an affinity for dirt (and being covered in it).

I had learned to cook (no chefs, thank goddesses), learned to work in the fields, and learned how to permanently rid my queenly mask.

Most importantly, I married the man I loved. Indeed, here I am now, sitting on a hillside, waiting for him to finish his work.

Epona slowed to a trot beside me, and my husband leapt down. Now that I didn't wear those three-inch heels, we were the same height (well, almost. I still have him beat by about a centimeter).

Link cradled me in his lap. "Whatcha thinking about?"

I looked towards the direction the castle was in. Link noticed.

"Zelda, you- we have a new life here."

"Yes," I ran a hand down my large belly, "a new life indeed."

A/N: I'd always thought that Zelda's subjects might've been just a little ticked about the whole Twilight incident. Reviews are welcomed and celebrated with muffins.