Sheik loved him, of course she loved him; and she was an idiot for it but she certainly wasn't the world's first fool. And for seven years of waiting, or was it a thousand, she'd stuffed it down, didn't let herself admit it, didn't let herself feel. And now he was here, and three temples in, and maybe, just maybe, they'd actually manage to pull this off, and maybe, just maybe, after it was done, her fantasy of tearing through the hills on their horses and seeing every corner of the country together might just come true. It was a lie–it always was, of course, but it was a good lie, and when when she'd teach him, as she always would, when their songs tied them in a little knot and she would always wonder: can't you see, can't you see?
HELLO IT HAS BEEN LIKE A YEAR AND A HALF SINCE UPDATING
HOW ARE ALL OF YOU
I'll stop yelling now; sorry it is so short, I got this prompt on tumblr and am working on more LS! 3