Some weeks have passed since the fall of Calamity Ganon. The century long war had finally been won, and the threat over.
He had offered to let her stay with him at the house he had bought at Hateno. It was a cozy little thing. Two stories, one bed, some flowers in vases, and pictures hung on the wall. She had imagined, and hoped, that she could just stay there forever. Live a simple life side by side with him.
The thought of staying with her knight appealed to her a great deal than she ever thought possible.
She was now on her way back to the house after speaking with the villagers and playing with the children. The sky was growing dark, and she looked forward to spending some time alone with him. He had stayed at the house to tidy up, so she knew she would find him there.
She opened the door, and glanced around the first floor, only to find it empty of any human presence. She climbed the stairs and saw him sitting on the edge of his bed. His clothes were loose like pajamas, and his hair was down past his shoulders, out of its usual ponytail. He held something that appeared to be a large picture frame, and was studying it closely. He appeared to be deep in thought.
His ear twitched at the sound of her approaching, and he glanced up at her.
"Forgive me," she said. "I've interrupted you."
He merely shrugged and said, "no harm done."
She couldn't help but shudder in delight, remembering how much she had longed to hear that gentle voice during the past century.
"Mind if I sit?"
He shrugged again and patted the seat next to him. She grinned and sat down, looking over his shoulder at the picture in his hands.
Her breath caught in her throat.
He eyed her, waiting for her to speak.
"I… Link, this is…"
She reached for it, and he handed it to her.
"The image Purah took of the Champions."
The photo contained one massive goron clumping a rito, a gerudo, a zora, and two hylians into a large group. The five Champions and the princess.
"... How did you come across this?" She looked at his face.
"A rito musician who claims to have been the apprentice of a sheikah bard who lived at the castle one hundred years ago gave it to me. Said that it only seemed right that I have it."
She was too tired to question who the sheikah bard was. She handed the frame back to him, and rested her head on his shoulder. She knew he wouldn't mind.
"That's wonderful. I'm glad it hasn't been lost after all these years." She grinned. "Now I can look at your stunned face in the image all I want."
"Hey," he mock scolded. "Nobody was prepared for Daruk to crush us all against each other. You look no better than me in that picture."
She let out a soft snort in amusement, and allowed her eyes to close. She unconsciously reached for his fluffy hair on the back of his head, and let her fingers run through the surprisingly silky strands.
Before falling asleep, she felt his strong arms wrap around her.