Come What May

Zelda tipped her large, gaudy beach hat lower on her face and turned to Link. "I think we've been found out," she murmured in a sing-song voice. The large sunglasses on her face, coupled with the ridiculous hat Link had been loath to buy her, did well to disguise her features, but the natural grace she moved with had been captured by the camera so well numerous times, it was hard to not recognize her by movement alone. Her long, sandy-haired mane flowing down her back didn't help either.

Shifting his eyes over the group of giggling girls Zelda had no doubt been referencing, Link threw a dazzling smile their way, and roped an arm around his companion's waist.

"Time to move on, then," he said good-naturally, leading them away from the open-air market of the beach resort they had disappeared to for the week. It was their quiet vacation of the year, and if he could've helped it, even his agent wouldn't have known where they were going. But Alfonzo had persisted, and Link, having owing his whole career to the man, relented.

Zelda padded her way down the boardwalk, hips swaying as the sheer wrap tied off at her hip floated in the cool, ocean breeze. Link, following a few paces behind, took in her forest green bikini ("Your favorite color, right?" she teased him earlier) and felt a small smile light up his face.

They found their way to their hotel room, and Link all but ran and jumped onto the bed, the flowered-print comforter scrunching underneath his weight. He spread out his limbs and gave a contented sigh.

"Are you going to nap again?" the blue-eyed woman said as she lifted the hat from her head. Smoothing out her hair, she snapped off her sunglasses and peeked a glance at her husband through the mirror.

"Probably."

She made a disapproving noise, but threw off her wrap and joined him on the bed, snuggling close and laying an arm over his chest. Unconsciously, Link nestled closer to the woman beside him, breathing in the comfortingly familiar scent of daffodils.

"Really? Then you won't get to hear the good news."

"Hmmffghh?" answered an apparently already-half-asleep Link.

"I've been offered a role in Rauru Gaepora's new movie."

At the mention of the famous director, Link's eyes snapped open to find the arm across his chest was holding a phone and scrolling through an email.

"I thought we said no work during vacation?" he said accusingly.

"I know, but Malon was going to email me a picture of her new foal and I couldn't help but read the message from Midna." Midna, Zelda's agent, was a godsend. The two women, although complete opposites personality-wise, had clicked the minute they met, and it was a winning team the moment Zelda was signed on. "She says I'm perfect for this role and there's no way she's letting me turn it down."

Link snatched the phone from his wife and read the message. "A princess of a magical land?" He scoffed. "She thinks you're a princess?"

Scowling, Zelda reached for her phone, but to no avail against Link's longer arms. "Give me that!" Finally retrieving the desired item, Zelda sat up and asked, "How can you say that? I think I'm princess material."

A snicker left Link's mouth. "Midna's never seen you eat pumpkin soup before."

Zelda had the grace to color at the mention of her favorite food. "Well, I can't help it if Malon uses her special milk to make such a wonderful dish!" Turning away from Link, she continued, "Well, fine, if you think I'm so wrong for the role, I guess I have to take up Groose's newest project. His just finished his script last year, but production's already started. Something about a man traveling to a new world to save his beloved from a demon."

"Eh," Link spoke indifferently, "Groose is a decent writer."

"I hear Ganondorf is playing the part of the main character."

"Dragmire?" Link bolted upright at the name, eyes narrowed. "That man is evil, I tell you. He's better suited playing the villain than the hero."

"You are so mean, Link! How can you say that if you hardly know the man?"

"Have you not seen him smile?" His face contorted into what was clearly an evil smirk, and Zelda couldn't help but giggle. "I bet he stomps kittens in his spare time."

"Stop it, Link. He's nothing but a gentleman whenever we meet him."

"I swear he makes googly eyes at you when I'm not looking," Link pouted.

"And how can you know that if you're not looking?" Zelda teased.

Leaning close to his wife, Link spoke, his breath fanning against her cheek, "Because no man on earth can resist your charm."

"Really?" With closed eyes, Zelda tilted her head until her lips touched the swirl of his ear. "And what about you?" she whispered.

"I'm immune," he spoke into her hair, and she could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

"Is that so?" she crooned as she pulled away and stood up, her silhouette outlined by the setting sun streaming through the glass doors that lead out onto a balcony. She reached for a pink bathrobe and slipped it on, making her way to the bathroom.

"Hey, I—no, wait," the blonde man stuttered, clambering after her. "I was joking. C'mon, Zelda…"

A merry laugh erupted from Zelda. With a tilt of her head, she sauntered back to her husband and wrapped both arms around his neck. "I know. I've learned to disregard half of what you say as nonsense."

"So about Gaepora's movie…is there a male lead?"

"Maybe. Every princess needs a hero, right?" Link's boyish grin never ceased to make Zelda's heart flutter. She continued, "Although, I do distinctly remember something about a foolish green hat that goes along with the part."

"Anything for my princess."