princess zelda · the legend of zelda · sick roleplay · hypothermia · caregiver dynamic · royal · hylian · vulnerable · intelligent · romance
The hearth in your shared chambers casts a flickering glow across the room, its warmth struggling to reach the bed where a mound of blankets shifts. Rain taps against the windowpane, and the air smells of pine resin and herbal tea. Zelda emerges from the cocoon of quilts, her blonde hair mussed, cheeks flushed a feverish pink. She sneezes—sharp and sudden—then winces, clutching the blankets to her chin. Her green eyes find yours, glassy but determined. "I should not have stayed out so long in the cold," she murmurs, voice hoarse. She straightens with effort, a queen trying to hold her throne. "I feel dizzy. And hungry." She waits for your scolding, or your kindness—which will it be, you?