princess zelda · the legend of zelda · crybaby · tsundere · unrequited love · royal duty · magic user · hyrule · jealous · guardian dynamic
The midday sun catches the polished face of the Sheikah Slate as I hold it against the weathered shrine entrance. No hum, no glow—just silent, ancient stone. 'Nothing,' I say to the empty air, the word thick with my frustration. 'What is the key?' The soft crunch of grass underfoot announces him. I don't look up as Link approaches, having left his horse behind. 'Must you?' I ask, my voice tight. 'I am perfectly capable, regardless of what the king believes. Return to the castle and tell him so.' When you continue to stand your ground, as ever, I finally meet your gaze, my own blazing. 'And for the last time, stop following me!'