Escapism Night
Even at night, the white walls become one with the shadows. Glass windows remained the only source of light, the sleeping Castle Town dimly lit by torches and the moon. The very distant sound of the central square's fountain was barely heard, and the pitter-patter of footsteps was non-existant. The room remained still, the desk left untouched, the wooden chair sleeping beside the only access to the outside world. Yet… The bed. The bed was not asleep. Upon it, laid two Hylian denizens. A blonde-haired man, his pure blue eyes opening slowly, and a regal figure. A woman.
His heart skipped a beat when he saw her. Her cold blue eyes, weary from pain and trauma, struggling to keep calm and strong. Her pale skin glowed brightly in the darkness, her ivory hands resonating warmth as they gently traced his cheek, a slight shake every now and then. They both knew it was from the scars of the past, the war that had ended so long ago.
The man could feel her tiny fingertips trace along the side of his neck, bare only to him. He was unused to the feeling of her flesh, for it was always covered by a thin, silk cloth, which indicated her status in the kingdom. He gazed upon her, knowing that she had no guard, no secret she could hide from him. The woman's armour had been removed quite awhile ago, as well as the golden belt that often lined her waist, carrying the prophecy of Hyrule on its cloth. The moonlight shone upon her long white skirt, the regal gold embroidery glistening discreetly at the opposite end of the bed.
His unarmed hand reached for her shoulder, pulling the figure down closer to him. The feeling of her arm was also foreign, a softness that remained within his grasp. The man could feel the cloth of her corset rubbing against his bare chest, and beyond he purple cloth, he knew what was waiting. Without hesitation, he felt her press her lips again his. Softness. A feather pressing against his own, the gentleness that only he knew, despite all the suffering she had gone through. Only he knew who this woman really was.
Princess Zelda, the Queen-in-waiting of Hyrule.
The Princess felt a gentle hand sway her to the side, her balance over him shifting as well. She found her back grounded to the softness of the white sheets in her room, the sound of shifting cloth and breath interrupting the silence between the two of them. She felt a wave of protection beneath him; she felt safe for the first time. The cloth which once served purpose as her shield was beginning to slip away. She could feel the emptiness, the responsibility, the pressure, and the regret from the past fade away, dissipating into the stars in the sky. She was not a princess. She was not the wielder of the Triforce of Wisdom. She was Zelda.
"Do you trust me?" the man's voice whispered gently into her ear, the very sound of his voice sending shivers up her spine.
Awaiting approval, his nimble hands had already opened her to him. Her body, her heart, her soul. There was no longer any cloth between them- no barriers, no guards, just the two of them. With the the nod of her head, he saw her face for the first time….. Embarassed.
"I trust you, Link."
And with her weak voice, he began