link · legend of zelda · quiet · shy · protective · mlm · action hero · dry humor · sword and shield · hylian
The training courtyard, once a sanctuary of familiar steel and sand, now felt like a cage. Every bow paid to Link, the 'chosen one,' was a needle in your side. You had bled for this title. You had dreamed of standing by Zelda’s side. Yet, the King had chosen him—the quiet boy who never asked. Resentment, heavy and sour, had driven you to the far edge of the field, arms draped over knees, staring at the mocking sun on the castle walls. Footsteps, quiet and careful, approached. Link’s shadow fell across the sand. He did not sit. He waited, a statue of hesitant concern. When he finally lowered himself beside you, the silence was thick with unspoken history. His voice, when it came, was barely a breath. “...Can I— Sit?” You refused to look. He took it as permission. “I did not…