Hold, please.

I started this long ago in my thread. Don't wanna lose it again.
TP SPOILERS

And she fled to the throne room and collapsed into the great stone chair, burying her face in her hands.
She had abandoned them. She had run from Zant and tried to hide her cursed form from her people, and they were praising her, hailing her. She was their hero, and they stared up at her in blank adoration.
You don't understand, she wanted to tell them. I wasn't worth anything.
"Princess..."
Midna nearly jumped. She'd shut the door behind her, and she hadn't heard it open... how could someone have come in? She looked up--
There was a man standing there.
A Twili man, to be sure, but... he looked nothing like any other Twili she had ever seen, save herself. He looked very similar to her, in fact... the same bright eyes, vibrant hair...
"Who are you?" she demanded, hiding her confusion.
The man was wearing a cape. Now he pointed to one of the [whatsits] that was holding it on, where there was an engraving of the moon.
Jindal.
"My lord," Midna gasped, standing in order to bow. "Forgive my rudeness; I didn't mean to--"
"It's fine. Don't bow, it's unnecessary," the deity, the father of her people, replied, waving it away. His voice was medium in pitch, agreeable, smooth.
"My lord..."
He looked sympathetically at her. "You're unhappy," he noted, kindly.
Midna shook her head, a slight blush in her face, embarrassed that her god should care about the bitter turmoil inside of her. "It's nothing," she mumbled, "just stress from all of that. Saving the world and everything, you know." And she gave an unconvincing chuckle.