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Home...
Home was where the warm fire was, burning proudly in the grand fireplace of her castle. It filled the cold stone walls with a gentle heat that made even the most frozen of people become warm, comfortable, and tender within a moment, both physically and emotionally.
Home was where her friends were. They were no doubt gossiping amongst themselves, spending a million rupees in the Castletown shops, and doing other things that teenaged girls enjoyed doing.
Home was where her father was, spreading his wisdom and selfless deeds to those whom he'd never met, yet who had worshiped him all his life. Had his only daughter been with him at that moment, the two would be sitting in his library, sipping warm cocoa, discussing the day, and watching the rain fall in beautiful, sparkling streaks down the glass windows.
Home was where everything that was comfortable, usual, normal was. Home was where everything she would normally want was. Yet, despite all that, she had no desire to be there in the very least, because home was not where he was, for he was with her.
Not only was he with her, but he was with her in the pouring rain. Together they'd roughly constructed a tent made of the strangest material she'd ever seen, and a series of short metal bars they'd found jest left beside a nearby river.
"I'm not sure what would be better, he mumbled to himself as he leaned forward to poke the fire, "To have a warm fire, and be soaking wet, or to be bone dry and not have so much as a match."
She shrugged and pulled her shawl around her arms. "At this point, either would be lovely, seeing as we're both wet and cold. Will the rain ever let up?"
He shook his head. "It doesn't look like it at this point, does it? I can't even see where the clouds end, it's far past death mountain. We might be stuck here all night."
Hidden inside the other, much larger tent, was his loyal horse. She did not dare leave the small shelter the two had built for her, yet at the same time, she seemed restless. Then again, weren't they all? It had to have been a good two, three, maybe even four hours since they'd made the shelters, and it could be even longer before they ever got to leave.
"Epona just might go mad trapped in there for so long." he said with a smile. As if she understood, the horse turned in her master's direction and peered down at him with sad dark eyes.
"As might we. Link, how long had it been?" she asked, "my legs are starting to become numb from sitting so long."
Link shrugged, and as he began to dig through the rucksack behind him, he said, "At least a few hours at the very least."
From the bag, he pulled a thick wool blanket and reached around her to wrap it over her bare arms and shoulders, leaving none left for herself.
"You'll catch your death if you don't wrap up yourself." she said as she nudged her body closer to his. A part of her wanted him to be warm as well, and yet, another part of her wanted him to be warm, for his sake. Another part though, wanted to be closer to him, to be able to rest her head on his broad shoulders like a pillow, and feel the warm that constantly radiated from his body, and, well, she had her other reasons. He was, after all, possibly the only boy to spark her interest in years. He was sweet and kind, loyal to her, loyal to those who needed him for protection, and just good. Yes, that was it good, the only word to describe him simply.
He pushed away again. "Princess, I swear, I will be fine. I insist you keep it to yourself, you'll stay much warmer."
"And I insist that you take some, by royal decree." the princess said sternly as she forced the heavy wool around him.
"Royal decree? Isn't that only something your father can do?" Link asked with a laugh. He playfully gave her a light shove. A normal person would never, ever, do such a thing to the princess of Hyrule, but after knowing her for eight years, he'd eventually grown comfortable enough to even toy and joke with her like he would with a regular teenage girl.
"Well, Hero," she jokingly spat his title, "since you are my escort, I don't see why I can't give you orders."
A smiled formed on his lips. "Well, Princess, that doesn't mean I have to accept your orders."
"No, no you don't, but I would hope you would. After all, one day I'll be your queen."
As her head hit his shoulder, she whispered, "any maybe, one day, you'll... Never mind."
"Never mind what?" he asked, as he pulled his hat over the tips of his ears and shivered in the cold.
"Nothing, nothing at all." she said, a bright smile on her face.
The empty woods where they sat were cold, wet, and far from being an ideal place to spent the night, and yet because he was right there, the young princess found herself not wanting to be anywhere else in the world.
Thanks for reading, I really hoped you enjoyed this story, and I'll be writing more, so please let me know what you thought!