Game: Twilight Princess
Day Twenty-Nine Prompt: Simple
Link awoke, his eyes lazily blinking open. The bed was warm and snug, but he immediately recognized that a very important element was missing. He sat upright, letting the covers fall from his body, and drowsily stood, tying his robe about him and slipping his feet into the slippers Zelda had sewn for him. Rubbing at his eyes, he noticed that a fire had been lit in the large fireplace at the center of their chambers. He smiled at the gesture as he trudged down the grand halls of the castle, seeking out his wife.
He and Zelda had only been married for a few weeks, and Link had found the short time between them to be absolutely wonderful. Nobody had been able to console him as Zelda had after he had lost Midna, and he had hardly been able to think of anything else since he first laid eyes upon her and her ethereal beauty. After only a year of time spent with her, he had proposed, overjoyed when she had tearfully agreed. But lately, Zelda had been acting oddly. It was as if she assumed Link didn't intend to stay with her, as if she had to win him over daily. For while Link found many of Zelda's kind gifts to be endearing, he often worried. Did Zelda truly think Link wasn't simply in love with her as she was?
After making inquiries with the servants, Link was finally able to hunt Zelda down. The kitchen was in chaos when he entered, pans clamoring to the floor like gongs as Zelda darted to and fro, intently constructing something. She jumped with surprise, shrieking, as she caught sight of Link. "I—you weren't supposed to see it yet," she stammered as Link approached her.
She wrung her hands anxiously, her face powdered with flour and the sleeves of her gown rolled up. Link smiled immediately as he inspected the elaborate breakfast Zelda had been making for him—a job always assigned to servants—steaming fresh from the oven and causing Link's mouth to water in the process. Zelda was far from impressed however. "I was going to bring it to you in bed," she said shakily, her voice wavering as she blinked back tears of aggravation, "It was meant to be a surprise!"
She had donned one of the cook's aprons as she had worked, and she then lifted it to her eyes to conceal her tears, burrowing her face into it. "I want you to be happy," she whispered into the scratchy cloth, assuming Link couldn't hear her.
Link lowered her apron, caressing her cheeks tenderly and tucking loose wisps of hair behind her ears. He kissed her, pouring his passion and affection into it, hoping Zelda would recognize how truly happy he was. How deeply in love with her he was.
Zelda was breathing heavily as Link drew away, leaning against the table for support as she blinked a few times, trying to rid her eyes of the haze that had overcome them at Link's touch. "I-I suppose you like it?" she ventured finally, her staccato breaths finally slowing.
Link nodded but kissed Zelda once more, more softly this time. As he pulled back, he gestured to himself before gesturing again to Zelda. Zelda's cheeks reddened, a shade akin to some of the fruit that decorated Link's plate. "You…love me?" she whispered hopefully.
Link nodded with excitement, taking her hands in his and wrapping them around his shoulders. Zelda laughed, the sound gleeful and elated at the realization, as Link peppered her face with kisses. He scooped her into his arms, grabbing the breakfast tray with one hand, and made his way back to the bed chambers, fully intending to enjoy a pleasant breakfast in bed with his wife.
