Zelda's P.O.V

He was the only thing on my mind. Every single day, and every single lonely, and torturous night, he would visit occasionally just to see how I was doing; it was platonic of course, he probably didn't feel the way I felt, and it hurt, hurt so much that it felt heavy in my chest. Like bricks had just settled there without my permission, and how awful the nights were; just minutes away from midnight and I can hear the Zora's singing in the distance. I wanted to tell him but, no I couldn't. He's just Hyrule's hero what does he know? He's not even royalty, just a silly Hylian boy. I lowered my hair and got ready for bed. The moon was awfully beautiful tonight; I just wish it felt as magical. Without him here all I can feel is desperation, and despair. I laid in bed, covers and all just waiting for this night to pass so I can wake up and skip to the part where Link and I bond in the day. Even if it was just for a little while, any time spent with Link is savored. Even the stupidest activity. It still felt like I was living in one of my dreams. I didn't want to make it obvious that I was falling for him. I didn't want to seem so needy. I just wanted him to like me, like I like him, was that so much to ask for? I closed my eyes and drifted into sweet relief.

I heard knocks on my door, and my eyes shot open. It was already morning? How? "It's probably a servant with my breakfast", I huff. If only he knew my problem. The light was killing my eyes; I had to shut the curtains before I go blind. I leaned over towards my window and reached for the rope that shuts the drapes. My small arms struggled as I stretched, and stretched. For, I am very shiftless from my place on the bed.

"Your majesty, I've arrived with your breakfast!" I heard the person say.

"It's open!" I croak. I sigh as I prepare myself for another boring, and unpromising day. I sit up in bed and remove the covers from my lap.

He opens the door gingerly and hands me my tray. I know he means well, but he's a nuisance to be frank.

"Thank you, sir." I utter. He nods his head and proceeds out the door; it was a relief on my part, but only to be interrupted by my thoughts of Link. I was anxious, and nervous, despite my collected attitude. I didn't want to show how enthusiastic I was in front of him; I kind of repressed my feelings and affections towards him. It was nauseating to say the least, but I had to do something so that he wouldn't catch on. He was a forbidden individual on my list, in contempt of how strong my feelings were for him. I kept telling myself, "He's not the one, he's not for you Zelda. He's just the town's hero, he doesn't want you, and he has more important things to worry about." Or maybe I just, just loved him too much, too much to bare and comprehend with my own words. It seemed as if I would never see tomorrow with all this worry upon me, but I handled it, only to find myself over thinking it once again in a life time of surprises. I don't know what I want, and it's killing me.