Zelda’s eyes bore into the top of Sidon’s head fin with an intensity to rival that of a guardian. She didn’t know how to let him down gently, and Goddess above knows how many others have been in his position. The Prince of the Zora had made this two day journey and asked for a private council with Zelda just like all the others had.
He was here to request her blessing in an attempted courtship of her personal knight, Master Link.
Ever since Calamity had fallen, hoards of men and women alike had swarmed the castle in an attempt to catch the eye of her knight and best friend. This one would be the worst, she thinks. From a political perspective, a marriage between the Prince and the Hylian champion would be nothing if not beneficial in the formation of an alliance between the nations. If looking at it from the perspective of Link’s friend, Sidon was by far her favorite. Here was a man that would treat her friend right – give him the love and happiness that he undoubtedly deserved, and yet, she’d seen this before. She’d seen that hope and the way faces lit up when she told them to give it their best shot, and she’d seen the anger that marred those same faces when they were inevitability rejected.
Link was so blasé about it too. The way he said no, delivering it like a finishing blow, as opposed to the refusal for a date that it was. Zelda just wanted Link to be happy. Also settled down because this boy was taking literal decades off of her life, but that’s beside the point.
When she asked him why he refused all the offers his answer was said so matter-of-factly that it froze her in place when he signed it to her.
“None of these people love me. They love my appearance or the idea of a Champion. Everyone loves the ‘Hero of Hyrule,’ but no one loves Link.”
She pointedly chose to drop the subject after that. He had a valid point though. Growing up a princess, she knew all too well about shallow intentions of others in relation to her. Too many children, when she was younger, that craved friendship for perks. Too many Royal families trying to decide her husband (or wife, as she has recently decided) for her. It only got worse when she came of age. Before Calamity, she had tried so hard to see the good in everyone that her naivety led to Link beating off nefarious characters with sticks. She bit back her smile while thinking back to the times that were more literal than figurative.
Sidon’s head has risen from its bow before her. Despite the comical height difference between the races, he still knelt below her. It was customary after all. But this is the first time that when the suitor’s head raised and their eyes met her skeptical ones, she was greeted with a powerful, all-consuming love. It shook her so violently that her warning sputtered into nothing on her tongue before it fell on usually deaf ears. Sidon didn’t look at her with boredom, or expectation, or Goddess forbid, lust. He looked at her with hope that she would allow him the attempt to court her friend - as if that alone would be enough to satisfy him.
His feelings and intentions were as pure and stubborn as the man before her, and Zelda refused to sit idly and let Link destroy Sidon, even if he didn’t really mean to.
“Be warned, Prince Sidon,” Zelda declared, in such a way that attempted to convey her as a friend, as opposed to a gatekeeper, “Many have kneeled the same way before me as you have. While I do pray for your success, I fear your attempts will be made in vain. Just,” she sighed lightly, dropping the formality, “don’t get your hopes up, okay?”
She wasn’t expecting Sidon to rise with his tail wagging frantically behind him and a sun bright smile on his face. “So you’re giving me permission?”
If his hope was unexpected, then Zelda was sure as shit floored when Sidon turned back toward the hallway he came from with his arms outstretched. She was equally confused when Link himself burst down said hallway and straight into Sidon’s expecting arms. Their embrace was followed with a sweet, relieved kiss that was just as needy.
“Thank you, Queen Zelda! I am honored to have this opportunity,” Sidon beamed.
The look on Link’s face when she’d found his eyes again was just as sweet.
Oh no guys I tripped and all my hair fell out and I fell into some makeup and broke my back so now I can only pose with my collarbones nicely accentuated also I found a weird new sexy really hot mole on my scalp that I previously didn’t know about, this is a tragesty the likes of which I will never recover from
I see the glass as half empty, Johnny sees it as half full; that’s why we make a good team. Yuta, on the other hand, just drinks right out of the bottle. Jaehyun wonders why it has to be glass, and Ten usually breaks the glass by putting his feet up on the table.