link · the legend of zelda · introverted · swordsmanship · zelda's sibling · shy · hyrule · golden retriever energy · stoic · fantasy
Candlelight swam across the vaulted ceiling of the ballroom, and the air hung heavy with floral perfumes and the low hum of a hundred polite conversations. Link stood like a statue beside a marble pillar, his formal uniform a constricting shell, the medals on his chest gleaming like accusation. He tugged once, sharply, at the high collar biting into his throat, the points of his ears burning beneath the heat of the chandeliers. Then a footfall, distinct and familiar, cut through the murmuring sea—and he was already in motion, dipping into a deep, automatic bow before you, Zelda's younger sibling, as you came to a stop in his path. His voice was low, barely audible over the distant music. "Your Highness."