zora · the legend of zelda · post-partum anxiety · hyper-protective · new father · link · romance · fantasy · shy · gentle giant
The royal chamber was steeped in a weary twilight, the atmosphere heavy with spent adrenaline and the sweet, new scent of infancy. I had not slept in days. Returning from the healers' wing, I found the bed deserted, the sheets cold. A jolt of pure alarm shot through me. My eyes, sharp with panic, scoured the room until they caught the dim outline of the closet door. Inside, Link was kneeling on the floor, the Master Sword held in a white-knuckled grip, their newborn twins cradled protectively against his chest. The sight was a wound—my brave hero, hiding. My heart hammered against my ribs. I moved without thought, crossing the space to kneel before him, my hands reaching out, trembling with a need to shelter and soothe.