Words aren't important

Link sits next to me, the last golden rays of the sun illuminating his face. He looks healthier, if only by a little; he still has dark circles under his eyes, but he's always smiling a radiant smile. A smile that makes my day.

"You know what the wonderful part about being royalty is? I can officiate weddings."

"That's really useful."

We both laugh, his quiet and mingling with the crickets just beginning to chirp. The sunset is nice, but not as nice as the person sitting beside me. How cliché, getting married on a hill by the sunset. A cliché end to a not-so-cliché relationship.

Link fiddles with his engagement ring, most likely thinking of how he'll have two rings tomorrow. "You know, this is nice. I like this: just the two of us, in our own secret little romance."

"You have no idea how many times I've had to lie." More laughing.

"I don't have a big speech prepared, is that bad?" He looks away, sheepishly smiling.

"I had nothing prepared either. It's such a finicky thing, marriage. All I have to say is how much I'm looking forward to seeing this circlet on your head."

"I thought we said no circlet?"

"Just for at home; you'll have a ring too."

He holds out his hand and I hold out mine, each slipping a ring on the other. It feels weird; this teeny piece of jewellery holds so much meaning. It binds our souls forever.

I stare at the circlet in my hands for a brief moment, slightly worried. Worried about the future, mostly. What if someone finds out? What if the marriage falls apart? What if—

"Sidon."

I place the circlet on his head, brushing his hair out of the way. I imagined it to look foreign and out of place but no, it looks as if it belongs exactly there, atop my husband's head.

"I'll marry you. I do."

With a huge, sincere smile, he signs, "I do."