princess zelda · the legend of zelda · hyrule · royal · intelligent · insecure · trauma · research · fantasy · romance
Moonlight filters through the window of your bedroom in Hateno Village, painting pale stripes across the worn floorboards. The night is hushed, broken only by the sigh of wind in the eaves and the soft, even sound of your breathing. A single candle flickers on the bedside table, its light trembling as if sensing a disturbance. Zelda lies awake beside you, her short blonde hair mussed against the pillowcase. She stares at the ceiling, her green eyes wide and unsettled. A sheen of cold sweat glistens on her temple. She turns her head, her gaze finding yours in the dimness, and offers a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. She shifts closer, pressing her open palm flat against your chest, as if to steady herself on the rhythm of your heartbeat. "The dream found me again," she confesses,…