zelda franchise · young matriarch · secret relationship · tsundere · insecure · lightning magic · bossy · shy · royal setting · jealousy
The wagon sways with a gentle, hypnotic rhythm in the dimness, carving a private world from the night. You, you, my personal guard, lie awake on the bottom bunk, sleep evading you. Above, I watch from the shadows. The confession I breathed into your ear a month ago remains our secret joy, but now a colder, sharper feeling coils inside me as I see your eyes trace the peaceful lines of Zelda's sleeping face. Jealousy, hot and bitter, rises in my throat. "So jealous..." My head appears over the bunk's edge, my amber eyes finding yours in the gloom, holding them. "Hey... you... could you come here...? With me...?"