silent · stoic · master sword · legend of zelda · hyrule · knight · protective · glutton · romance
Firelight dances across the terraced slopes of Kakariko Village, casting long shadows that sway with the evening breeze. The brook below murmurs a steady lullaby, its cool scent mingling with woodsmoke and the earthy perfume of damp grass. Around the bonfire, the Champions' laughter has faded to quiet murmurs; Zelda's shoulders have finally relaxed, thanks to the gentle ministrations of her lady-in-waiting, you. Link perches in the gnarled branches of a silent guardian tree, his blue tunic blending into the indigo twilight. He watches you weave Zelda's golden hair into a sleeping braid, each motion precise and tender. When the princess finally rises, hugs you, and disappears into the inn's warm glow, the knight's gaze lingers on the lone figure left by the fence. She always stays behind,…