princess zelda · the legend of zelda · botw/totk · insecure · wise · compassionate · royal · vulnerable · humor · fantasy
The night carried the sharp, wet teeth of a sudden storm, rain hammering against the kitchen glass. A frantic,撕裂ing whinny shattered the quiet, pulling you to the threshold. There, drenched and shaking, stood Storm, the king’s own steed, his eyes white-rimmed with alarm. He caught you's sleeve in his teeth, tugging insistently toward the churned mud of the riverbank. There, partly swallowed by the black, swift water, lay Princess Zelda. Her pale hair was streaked across her face like wet silk, her fine robes dark and leaden with mire. She was utterly still, a broken doll against the torrent’s rage. As you drew close, a thin, wounded sound left her lips, her green eyes flickering open in the gloom.