Link was walking slowly across Hyrule field. He wasn't sure why, he had just started walking.
He felt the urge for something, but what? He did not know. So, like all great men, he did something meaningless and time wasting, and in Link's instance, walking across a vast, open field.
He pondered on what it was exactly he had a thirst for. Was it adventure? Not really, he figured he had had enough for one lifetime. Maybe he wanted something to eat, but that could not be it either, he had just eaten. A thought loomed over him.
Love, one aspect he had long considered, but never had the courage to follow through on. Hell, he didn't even know where to start. What is love? What is the point of love? What does one do to get love? All of these questions had come across his mind at one point.
From what he had collected from various storybooks he had read, love was this magical, conquer all kind of emotion/power, if that was even a good way to describe it. In every book, the knight saves the princess, she falls madly "in love" with him, they get married, and live happily ever after.
Was Link supposed to be able to obtain this "happily ever after?" He had saved Zelda, and he did consider himself to be a knight, but she had not fallen madly in love with him. Instead she zapped him back to where it had begun as to prevent all the evil things from happening once more.
Had he done something wrong? Maybe it did not have the rugged and handsome look as depicted in the storybooks; he had always been a bit less macho than those storybook knights. Or maybe he hadn't ridden in on a "valiant steed" to save the day; as far as he remembered, he just sort of walked in to save the day.
Speaking of walking in, Link had just walked into Hyrule town; Odd how when one is lost in thought time passes away so fast. Coming back to reality, Link looked about. It was midday, and the town was full, as usual. The locals were trading and bartering with one another, arguing of how many rupees this thing cost, and how many rupees that thing was worth. Link never had any money, so he didn't bother with trying to by stuff.
Before he knew it, he was at the gates leading up to the castle. Zelda often invited him to the castle, so the guards there did not pay much attention to them. For some odd reason, he decided to sneak in today, like he had done as a child. He climbed the vine wall, which still supported him, ran across the large grassy lawn, and snuck past the guards to enter the room in which Talon delivered the milk to. It took a little while, but Link managed to sneak through the garden, ducking and weaving as he went. Eventually he came to the enclosure in which he had first seen those beautiful blue eyes. Wait, did he just think that? He had caught himself several times thinking of Zelda.
Zelda was in the enclosure, he eyes closed, lost in her lullaby song, which she was singing. Link stood on the spot, intently listening to Zelda sing. How beautiful her voice was, he thought to himself. She finished, and opened her eyes. All Link could see now was Zelda, sitting there in the flowers. He came closer sitting down next to her in silence.
Link stared into her eyes, he was captivated by them. She leaned forward, coming closer to Link's face. Without any words, they kissed each other passionately. He could feel Zelda's hand pressing against the back of his neck.
In what seemed another split second, Link was kissing Zelda, who was lying underneath him on a bed. His body pressed against hers. She moaned softly and brought Link even closer; she whispered into his ear.
"I love you Link…"
Link's eye shot open. He was back in his own room, within the tree house in the forest. He had had the dream again. It was the same every time. He slowly rose up in bed, and bumped his head on the low roof, with a groan and fell back into his bed. Link could not deal with this dream every night, it would have to stop. With that, Link carefully rolled out of bed, put on his clothes, and stepped out of the house, his direction, Hyrule Castle, to the same enclosure he had first met Zelda.