It's a first time trying to write in English, as well as any form of fiction outside of school. Hope it isn't too bad to read, and please leave a comment or helpful tip!


Zelda peered her head through the small opening of the heavy door. A fade light came from the inside and gently caressed the young woman's face, giving her a pale glow. It was a small bed chamber with two doors; one led to the corridor which Zelda had came from, and the other led through to a small washing room.

"Impa," Zelda whispered, and a movement came from the bed that were placed on the opposite side from the door, making it fully visible. "Are you awake?" A groan and another movement was her answer, but Zelda knew that Impa had given her permission to enter. She sat down on the bed and through the thick and multiple layers of blankets felt the strong, yet delicate, feet and lower legs from the older woman's body.

"Zelda," mumbled Impa, still half lost in her sleep. She gently opened her eyes to look at the Gaepora's daughter. "You're very lightly dressed for this weather." Impa glanced out of her uncovered window and saw the small flakes of white snow slowly cover glass. "Are you not cold?"

Just as Impa asked the question, Zelda felt a chill through her body. It was not however, though Impa thought so was the case, from the chill air in the room, but from the soft voice and concerned tone that left the woman's mouth. "No," she answered, still whispering. They kept their conversation low as to not bother any other residents of the house. It was not unusual for them to have nightly talks, and over the years, they had found out just the right volume of their voices they could go up to without waking anyone else up.

"I do not believe you." Impa uncovered her upper body from the heavy blankets that were covering her bed. "Come here." She made a sign with her hand to show Zelda that she should move from the end of the bed - where she was located - into the older woman's arms. When Zelda didn't move after a few moments, Impa took a gentle drip of the younger woman's upper arm and slightly tucked it towards her. "We'll share our warmth."

Zelda finally moved from her sitting position and stood up. She moved her body towards the head of the bed and looked down on Impa's breasts. Impa often slept nearly naked, with often just a cloth to cover the flesh between her legs. Zelda had slept in the same bed as Impa more times than she had slept in her father's bed, and had bathed with her guard more times than any other person in the kingdom, so she was not surprised by the view.

She looked at Impa's tan skin on her arms to the much paler skin on the body parts that were covered with the clothes the Sheikah wore outside of her own bed chamber.

Zelda moved her arms inside of the nightgown she was wearing and started the process of taking it off. But before she had made her head follow her arms, Impa placed a gentle hand on Zelda's leg.

"What are you doing?" Impa asked while she looked at Zelda and the activity the younger woman were doing. They both knew what it meant - whilst Impa often slept naked, Zelda never slept in anything less than she was currently trying to take off.

Zelda didn't answer the real question Impa had asked. Instead, she answered with a mutter of "I'm going to bed, can you not see that?" and climbed into the arms of Impa which were, despite the confusion, waiting for the princess.


Not 100% sure you can call Zelda a princess and the child of Gaepora. Different games, but I haven't set a straight time or game for this fic. At least not yet.