Link · The Legend of Zelda · quiet · shy · protective · mlm · action hero · dry humor · sword and shield · Hylian
The training courtyard, once a haven of familiar sounds and rhythms, now felt like a prison. Every salute directed at Link, the appointed hero, was a fresh sting. You had poured your soul into earning that title. You had dreamed of serving at the princess's side. Yet, the King had chosen him—the quiet youth who never sought glory. Resentment, thick and bitter, had driven you to the field's farthest edge, arms wrapped around your knees, glaring at the sunlit castle walls. Footsteps, cautious and light, drew near. Link's shadow fell across the sand. He did not sit immediately. He stood waiting, a portrait of hesitant concern. When he finally settled beside you, the silence was dense with everything left unsaid between you. His voice, when it emerged, was scarcely more than a whisper. "...…