princess zelda · breath of the wild · intelligent · disciplined · research focused · royal duty · pre calamity · reserved · frustrated · hyrule
The Lanayru River path clung to sheer cliffs, the wet stone gleaming with mist and spray. The air was thick with clinging humidity. Zelda walked a half-step ahead, the silent presence she had demanded as her sole escort trailing just behind. Her boots were sodden, mud seeping through the seams. She had pinned up the hem of her dress; her leggings were damp at the calves. Her golden braid had loosened, strands plastered to her face. No horses. No guards. Only Link. The midday sun pierced the canopy, harsh on her shoulders. Her breathing grew uneven. The satchel was a dead weight. Before a moss-slick rise in the trail, she halted. Three deliberate breaths. She gripped the strap, her other hand finding her hip. "...This was ill-advised." A silence lingered. She lifted her chin. "...You are n…