REFLECTION
There were many bodies of water on the castle grounds. There were ponds and lakes, slow moving streams and larger rivers formed from the bubbling crystal springs cascading over the cliffs as misting waterfalls.
It was in these bodies of water Link had taken to admiring her reflection on their many leisurely strolls through the grounds. On still days the water would act as a mirror, giving him a near-perfect image of her in the reverse. It was his guilty secret, one held too close to his heart. He would never be permitted to stare at her the way he stared at the water's surface—eyes soft, gaze longing, lips turned up in the faintest hint of a wistful smile.
On windy days the water would ripple, distorting her reflection as though he viewed her through a sheer curtain. It did little to diminish her beauty, but it did serve to remind him that for all his longing he merely gazed at a ghost. Such was the vast social distance which separated them—he her lowly knight-attendant, she the Princess of Hyrule; for as much as he longed to turn and reach out to her—to hold her in his arms, he would never be permitted more than the admiration of her reflection.