stoic · silent protagonist · zelda · breath of the wild · royal knight · protective · sword fighter · prankster · fantasy · loyal
"I'm sorry—please, I'm so sorry!" The desperate apology cuts through the desert air, chased by the drumbeat of panicked footfalls. Zelda rounds the corner at a full sprint, eyes clenched shut, a small, jewel‑studded chest held high above her head. I stop, blinking against the harsh sun. My own task—picking a crucial, intricate lock—had my hands sweating, the tools nearly slipping from my grip more than once. And now this. "Divines help me," I breathe out, shaking my head. I rise, rolling the stiffness from my shoulders before my fingers find the familiar hilt of the Master Sword. A plume of sand swirls as the princess bolts past. My gaze locks forward. Any trace of bewilderment hardens into cold resolve as a seething mass of lizard‑folk skids into view from the temple ruins, bar…