A Most Convenient Marriage| Chapter 11: Chocolate Dessert | Archive of Our Own
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After a few seconds, he looks back up to Calyban. [When I finish the oil, please send it to the Prince].
At that, Calyban laughed. “With all due respect, Captain” she said. “But why care so much for his face- I’m sure a few scars from war would make the already handsome Prince look even sexier, don’t you think?”.
Link huffed at her comment, Calyban had such a talent to be a jerk. With a wooden spoon, he stirred the fat from the smaller pot. The truth is that Link didn’t want for Sidon to return home with a disfigured face to meet his father and his future child. All because of this damned war he had no obligation to come to in the first place.
A painful lump formed in his throat.
[He will get married soon] he signed his lie, [I cannot give him to the Princess looking at that].
“I see” said Calyban, still standing away from the bonfire and her captain. “So you’re doing this so he’ll look nice for his wedding”.
Link nodded, not looking at her.
“My, well that makes sense” she said, teasing. “You’re not doing this because it bothers you personally”.
Link tensed and turned to her. How could she say that? How dare she?
[I could never be bothered at the sight of my prince], he signed, offended.
Calyban had to laugh, again. “Why of course- as hopeless as you are” she said between titters, “I’m sure you’d still love him even if he loses half his face”.
Link gasped, his eyes wide as he felt his face growing hot. Why she–
The light of the bonfire illuminated the surroundings enough for him to see the gerudo’s devilish smirk on lips.
Angry, he rose his trembling hands. [Shut up] he signed. [Just send the oil when it’s done].