Link took a deep breath and let it out as he inspected his reflection in the mirror, making sure everything was perfect. His chosen costume, a blue tailcoat and vest, over a paler blue shirt and matching breeches, fit him just as well as they had at the final fitting, and there were no stains or wrinkles anywhere on them No smudges on his shoes either. So unless some kind of disaster happened on the way to the castle, he wouldn't embarrass himself or Mipha.
Still, even that wasn't enough to calm his nerves. Anxious energy had been running through him all day from the moment he woke up, and now it seemed to be at its peak. Little wonder, with their departure so close. At least Astor wouldn't be at this ball to spoil it, but he still couldn't relax. Not when it was a formal occasion—his least favorite type—and even less when it was this particular kind of ball.
It's almost like Goponga all over again. Wearing masks and costumes and dancing... except this time she'll know it's me by her side. Link didn't dare glance at where Mipha was getting ready, even though he badly wanted to. Maybe that's why I'm so nervous: it's bringing up all those memories. That was the first time I'd seen her in eight years, and it hit me hard. I'd been hoping to see her, but not really thinking I would... until she bumped into me at that brick heart. Even in my disguise I didn't tell her I was there to wish for a happy, loving marriage.
I... didn't tell her a lot of things. I still haven't. I can't, not when I'm too ashamed of having lost her opal. How can I ask her to forgive me for that? I can't even forgive myself. And when she won't be honest about that night I can't gauge how she'd feel about finding out that the charming stranger she was so taken with was really me. Ugh. I still wish I'd let her unmask me when she tried to. I wish I could charm her like that now, to say sweet words to her that swept her off her feet while having her know my face, my identity.
… now that I think about it, she's never recognized my voice as being that guy's. I guess the mask disguised it well enough. I wasn't worried about her knowing me right away that night because I'd left the Domain before my voice changed to what it is now, but afterwards I wondered if she'd hear me speak to her at the meeting and suspect something. Obviously she hasn't. Lucky. Or maybe not.
"You look wonderful, Link." Crystals jangled as Mipha walked over to join him, laying one hand on his arm. "It really does suit you."
"Thanks. So do..." His voice died as he turned to see her. Their fittings had been done in separate rooms, so he hadn't gotten a full glimpse of her in her costume until now. She'd chosen one based on the attire of the Great Fairies, a complicated-looking confection of intricately wrought gold, shimmering fabric, and glittering gems. A choker with pairs of blue gems fanning out over her shoulders and collarbone was attached to the chain that wrapped itself around her arms and her torso, supporting the little cups of overlapping pieces of pale blue fabric made to look like flower petals that covered her small chest; matching blue fabric had then been linked with the bangles on her wrists that had their own rings on slender chains. A matching skirt left open on one side completed the outfit, along with golden anklets. Link swallowed. "So do you."
"Really?" Mipha blushed and fidgeted. "You don't think it is... I don't know... a bit much?"
"No. Not at all." Link shook his head slowly as he stared at her. There was something about seeing her more covered up that was strangely alluring—maybe it was that the clothes accentuated her perfect figure so well? She'd even added some violet color to her lips, making them somehow look even more kissable. If "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were actually a fairy."
"Oh, no, you..." She hid her face in her hands. "That is much too kind."
"I don't think so." Link took hold of her wrists and gently pulled them away from her face, revealing an even brighter blush. "This costume is perfect for you, and you look beautiful in it."
"Th-thank you, Link, I... and you look handsome in yours, are..." Mipha cleared her throat, her face still bright. "Are you ready for me to help you?"
"... Yeah." He nodded, his pulse spiking at both her compliment and the remembrance of what she was about to do. "I am."
Letting go of her, he sat down at the vanity. Mipha picked up the brush from where it rested beside their masks, and began to use it on his hair. This was something she'd taken over doing for him, and he liked it, but he still wasn't quite used to it yet. Her fingers always seemed to somehow touch his neck or his ears or both, causing a reaction that he had to hide so she didn't suspect his desire for her. If he didn't know better about that too, he'd think it was on purpose.
"You're sure I should wear it like this?" Link asked as Mipha put the brush back and reached for his mask. "It looks okay?" She'd brushed it till it shone, hanging loose around his shoulders and gleaming in the light.
"Yes." Mipha smiled at him in the mirror, making his heart flutter. "It looks so lovely like this, I really like it."
"Thanks," he said, a blush of his own creeping into his cheeks. He'd known, of course, that she would say something like that, but he'd wanted to hear it anyway. Her compliments always made him feel so warm inside, and he craved it.
He would've said something more, but the brush of her fingers on his face and ears banished all thought. Mipha fitted the mask to him, making sure it was perfect before tying it at the back of his head. His chosen half-mask had been made to resemble a blupee, with soft white fur sewn onto the heart-shaped body of the thing, and the signature antennae extended upward from each side. As a child he'd loved all the stories about the adorable, rabbit-like creatures, and so the mask had immediately attracted his interest on their first visit to the shop.
"We make a fitting pair, don't we?" Mipha wrapped her arms around his shoulders as Link blinked at himself in the mirror. "A fairy and a blupee... figures of legend."
"Yeah, we do." Link smiled and laid a hand on her arm and squeezed it. "Speaking of, we should get your mask on too."
"Oh yes, you're right..."
Mipha released him, and he rose, picking her mask up carefully. Hers was a half-mask too, fashioned out of shimmery blue silk with tiny crystals sewn in around the eyes, and sheer, iridescent fairy wings attached to both sides. "You made the right choice with this," he remarked as he unrolled the ribbons. "I think it'll look much better than a full mask would've."
"Yes, I agree." Mipha moved closer to him so he could put the mask on her face; it'd been custom-made based on the original design, to fit the unique shape of her Zora head better than one constructed for a Hylian woman. "I also thought about it, and realized that we shall be indoors, dancing, and that it must get quite hot and stifling under a full one."
You have no idea. "I'm sure they are, yeah," Link said in a deceptively light tone.
As her mask was now perfectly aligned, he began the process of tying it on. He lifted her ear fins so he could start intricately wrapping the ribbons around her tail, finishing with a knot at the end. His fingertips brushed the underside of her tail as he adjusted part of what he'd done already, and he wasn't surprised to feel that it was soft and silky, just like the scales on her face and the palms of her hands, as well as so much of the front of her body and her inner arms. It was the closest thing to skin she had, and felt incredible.
He was surprised, though, when Mipha let out a sharp gasp at the contact, followed immediately by what almost sounded like a moan that she swiftly cut off. Link immediately let go, leaving the mask only half-tied, and yanked his hands back like he'd burned himself. "What's the matter? Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"N-no, I..." Mipha's breathing was suddenly much louder, he realized, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to gain control of herself, her lips parted and her face flushed. "It's... it is just that..." Her gaze darted around, not quite meeting his. "Th-those... those scales are... they're more... sensitive, and..."
"... Oh." He swallowed. That noise she'd let out made a lot of sense now. So did all of her reaction, really, and his own pulse quickened as he watched her try to recover. "Sorry..."
"No, it is fine." Mipha laid her hand on his chest; he almost jerked away, afraid that she would feel his heart pounding. "You didn't know. And..." She took another deep breath. "I don't mind."
Either he'd stopping breathing, or there was no air in the room. "You... don't?"
"No." She shook her head, even as she seemed to lean closer. Link found himself tilting himself towards her too. "It was an accident, after all. And..."
"... And?" At this point it was a miracle she couldn't hear his heart racing. Everything about her in this moment—her rapid breathing, her body in that costume, the sight of her in a mask again, those beautiful eyes staring into his—was setting him ablaze with a raw need he had to fight to restrain.
"And, well..."
Their masks brushed; if they moved just right, so would their lips. Link's fingers itched, and he found himself torn between the urge to reach for her and the sense to step back, to get out of this dangerous situation. Mipha's hand hadn't budged, and her mouth was so tantalizing below the glittery lace at the bottom of her mask. It felt like the moment they should've had in Goponga, the moment he'd wished they'd had. Time itself seemed to hold its breath, and then—
—and then the front bell rang. Mipha jerked, startled by the sudden noise. "That—that will be..." Her wide eyes darted to the door. "The carriage is ready, we should..."
She moved away, and the sudden absence of her hand on his chest left behind what felt like a cold spot, bereft of the heat he'd barely realized was there until it was gone. Link lifted his own hand to lightly touch it, his heart still hammering as he watched her walk away. The skirt draped itself tantalizingly over her curves, only barely hiding the lushly shaped behind underneath the fabric. And yet even that gorgeous sight couldn't fully distract him from his thoughts of what had just happened, as he followed her in a daze.
That look in her eyes just now... it wasn't my imagination. I know it wasn't. She... she does want me. I'm sure of it now. Not just because I've been watching her so carefully, but because I recognize that look. It's one I've given her myself when her back was turned. There's no mistaking it. And whatever she was about to say or do... there's no platonic explanation for it. Not with the way she touched me, not when she was fine with what I accidentally did. She was trying to express her desires. That's the only thing that makes sense. I can't ignore the signs anymore, no matter how scared I've been.
I have to do something about it. I have to let her know that I want her too. It's still nerve-wracking, but... I think I can finally do it. Tonight. I can't wait any longer. I don't think she wants to either. And I think...
Link touched his mask just before helping Mipha into the waiting carriage. He sat next to her, and out of the corner of his eye he could see her finishing the knot he'd started and adjusting the fabric to cover the ends of her tail. His mind was elsewhere, though, a idea forming that set his nerves ablaze with terror and excitement.
I think I know how to start.
Mipha fidgeted slightly as the carriage rattled along through the streets, carrying them away from home and towards Hyrule Castle. Her stomach churned with a tension she didn't think could be accounted for simply by thoughts of the ball they'd soon arrive at, and she had to try not to let her claws dig too deeply into the upholstery as her fingers rested on the seat,.
What on earth was I about to let myself say back there? What in Lord Jabu's name was I about to do? I cannot think. Did I truly let the sight of him in a mask, combined with the pleasure he gave me by accident, sweep my inhibitions away? It certainly seems like it. And unless I was imagining things, I think he would have been very receptive to it. Did I imagine it? My fears are telling me yes, but... my hopes are steering me elsewhere. Recalling the look in his eyes as he gazed back at me... could there be something there? He complimented me, the way he did on our wedding day, and I know he meant it, he wouldn't lie, but... well. I suppose the real question is how he means it. The way that someone like Gaddison or Kodah would? Or... oh, it feels so dangerous to go down that road, and yet...
… oh, what was it he said? That the costume is perfect for me? I... that makes it worth it, every last scrap of doubt I've had since selecting it. He and that salesman both encouraged me, but I have had my fears of how it would look. I do not have the figure that one associates with the beings I am dressed as, after all, so I have worried much about my appearance in it. Yet Link went so far as to say that to me, going beyond merely saying I look beautiful. That too gives me hope. Hope I should not entertain, but... I cannot help it, despite my better judgment.
The carriage came to a stop before too long; Mipha's eyes went straight to Link as he climbed out first. Those breeches fit him like a glove, molding themselves perfectly to his hips and thighs. She'd even gotten a lucky glimpse of his butt earlier, stealing a glance at just the right time before he put on that long coat. For the second time, she silently thanked the designer of the costume for allowing her such delicious views of him even while he was fully dressed.
Their eyes met as he turned, and Link smiled. "Will you do me the honor of accompanying me, fair maiden of the fountain?" He extended his hand.
"Of course, I—the honor is mine, o..." She trailed off, blushing. "I'm sorry, I cannot think of anything to call you that doesn't sound silly. In reference to your costume, that is."
Link laughed as she took his hand and stepped down. "That's fine. Blupees aren't considered to be alluring like fairies are, anyway."
"They do have their appeal, however," Mipha said, slipping her arm through his. "To me, anyway."
"... That's good to know." He held her gaze for a moment, and then they walked into the castle.
Inside, all was ablaze with light and sound and tempting scents. The distant strains of music caught their ears, growing ever louder as they drew nearer to the ballroom, and fragments of conversation mingled with it as people in costumes and servant's uniforms went to and fro through the halls. Perfumes and colognes interlaced themselves with the rich fragrance of food from the kitchens, some of which was wheeled past them as they walked. Most of the people they passed didn't seem to take much notice of them, but a few seemed to give her scandalized looks, as if appalled by her attire. The instinct to shrink back from their disapproval reared up in her, but she shoved it down and lifted her chin. As easy as it was to fall into the trap of self-consciousness here, in this land populated by so many Hylians, she didn't want to let them make her feel ashamed of what she was or the customs of her culture. Especially not tonight, when she wanted to relax and have a good time with Link.
At last, they reached the ballroom. It was a massive thing, and felt like it was at least as big as their entire house. Chandeliers hung down at regular intervals from the high ceilings, helping the sconces set into the walls to illuminate everything almost as bright as day. Clusters of people milled around the edges, laughing and talking and drinking. Waiters bearing trays wove their way through the crowds offering glasses of wine, and tables set with all sorts of small morsels and treats had been arranged off to the side. The source of the music they'd heard was a well-equipped orchestra at the far end of the room, playing their instruments skillfully as couples whirled around the dance floor.
"It's impressive, isn't it?" Link asked, drawing her eyes to him. "I'm not really into fancy events, you know that, but... this is still something, I think."
"I agree." She let her gaze travel around the room again. "It is lovely. Intimidating, but lovely." She glanced back at him. "Have you been here very often?"
"A few times." He shrugged. "We weren't always in town when the balls were held, so despite the requirement there've been some I missed."
"I see." They moved further into the room. "And did you ever escort some lucky young woman to the ones you did attend?"
"No, but I did do my share of dancing." Link looked down at her again, his eyes warm behind the mask. "None of my partners held a candle to you, though."
"O-oh, now..." Mipha blushed again, grateful the mask hid at least part of her face. "I—I am sure that—"
"Lady Mipha? Sir Link?"
They turned as one, and bowed their heads to the young woman who'd addressed them. "Good evening, Princess Zelda," Mipha said politely.
"Good evening, and welcome. I am so glad you could make it." Zelda smiled brightly. She had on a gown of royal blue with large, poofy sleeves and a very full skirt, with a mask made to resemble a cluster of blue and white flowers. "Your costumes are lovely—may I presume that you are meant to be a Great Fairy, Lady Mipha?"
"Y-yes, it is. I mean, I am," Mipha amended. "I like yours as well."
"Really? I feel it is rather plain, but... thank you." Zelda smiled bashfully, touching her mask self-consciously with one hand. "It is based upon my favorite flower, you see... an idea I thought would be more striking in concept than in reality."
"No, it suits you." Mipha shook her head. "I like it."
"Thank you." Zelda hesitated, the smile fading from her face, and then she stepped closer to them, lowering her voice. "I am sure you've heard this already, but allow me to assure you that Astor will not be present tonight to harass either of you. My father decreed it so, and I have taken my own measures to ensure the security of this event, in case he were to try to slip past the soldiers enforcing his house arrest."
Mipha blinked. "Oh—that is—I mean, thank you, Your Highness."
"Of course." She bit her lip. "As we have not spoken since the garden party, please allow me to extend my deepest apologies for what happened there. I had wanted to keep him away, as I felt he might make trouble for you both, but my father would not listen, and you wound up paying the price."
"Oh no, that was not your fault." Mipha shook her head again. "Please don't blame yourself, Princess. It is very kind of you to concern yourself with us, but you needn't feel guilt over something that was out of your hands."
"She's right," Link said. "It wasn't your fault."
"I know, but..." Zelda sighed heavily. "I feel as responsible for everyone in this land as you surely must feel for those in yours, Princess Mipha. Surely you understand? That is why you are here, after all."
"You are right." Mipha nodded. "And again, I thank you for your concern."
"Think nothing of it." Zelda smiled again. "I am grateful to you for what you've done—peace is not something I take for granted, and you have ensured we will continue to enjoy it." She cleared her throat. "But enough serious talk—I shall let you enjoy the festivities now." She curtsied. "I hope you have a wonderful time tonight."
"You as well, Princess." Mipha smiled back.
"Thank you."
Zelda flitted back into the crowds then, disappearing amongst the many others gathered; in her wake Mipha turned to Link. "That was... not what I had expected, somehow," she said in a low voice. "She behaved so oddly at our wedding, after all."
"She didn't know what to make of it." Link scratched his cheek beneath the mask. "She was trying to ask me all kinds of questions when she danced with me, that I realized later were because she's trying to get in Astor's way and she knew he'd been chosen first, but not why her father changed his mind."
"Yes, you mentioned that after the party, about him not telling her." Mipha frowned. "I wonder why he would not tell his own daughter."
"I have no idea." He shrugged. "I don't want to think about that creep Astor tonight, though. I just want to have a good time with you."
"Yes." Mipha's heart skipped a beat as he turned that same warm look on her again. "Me too."
"Then shall we dance?" He pulled his arm out of hers, but only so he could offer her his hand. "I've been waiting all day for the chance to."
"A-all day?" Mipha managed as she took his hand, praying hers wouldn't shake. "Really?"
"No, not really." Link laughed quietly and led her to the dance floor. One song had ended mere minutes ago, just in time it seemed. "More like since we got the invitation. But all day had a better ring to it."
"I—oh..." Why did she feel out of breath before they'd even danced a single step? "I—I suppose I see your point..."
The familiar strains of a waltz began to play, and Link pulled her into a close hold, his right hand on her shoulder blade and his left holding hers. They stood in each other's arms for the space of a heartbeat before he started whirling her confidently around the floor. Just like at their wedding he didn't miss a single step, and she found herself mesmerized by his eyes, his costume and mask enhancing their beautiful blue color. More than once he twirled her, but for the most part he kept her held close, maintaining eye contact and giving her soft smiles that made it even harder to breathe. The rest of the room seemed to melt away, irrelevant and unnecessary; all that mattered was Link, and the music they danced to. And even then the sound seemed to fade away to some degree.
Also like at their wedding, Link finished the dance by dipping her low, holding her steady in his strong arms; there was no applause this time, for they weren't the center of attention, but she didn't need that. Mipha smiled breathlessly at him, and allowed him to help her stand back up as the musicians finished the song and prepared to begin a new one.
"Well?" She clasped her hands behind her back and tilted her head. "Was that worth the wait?"
"Hmm..." Link seemed to consider it. "I suppose, in a way..."
"You... suppose?" Her heart sank. "Was there something disappointing about it?"
"You mistake my meaning." He cupped her cheek, his thumb dangerously close to her mouth. "My apologies for being unclear. I only meant that it's impossible to be satisfied by just one dance with you. I require more... if you will be so kind as to bestow it on me, of course."
"I—I..." Mipha's heart stuttered, her brain locking up as she stared at him. Where on earth did he learn to say such things? And why is he saying them to me? Oh, how it reminds me of that stranger in Goponga... "I would—I would love to..."
"Thank you." Link smiled, almost shyly. "It's an honor I scarcely deserve, but that will make me treasure it all the more."
Mipha opened her mouth to say something, but at that instant the music started up again—a tango this time. Link let go of her cheek and offered her hand. She stared at it for a second before finding her voice. "You... know this one too?"
"Yeah." She took his hand, and he pulled her into the proper hold before beginning to lead her in the dance. "They instructed us in a variety of dances. I take it you're familiar with it too?"
"Yes, though it has been a while." The footwork for this one was more complicated than that of the waltz, but she found herself easily falling back into what she remembered of the dance, her muscle memory guiding her so she could keep up with Link and not trip up either of them. "I fear I might be rusty, so forgive me."
"There's nothing to forgive." Link dipped her again, though not as low, and then brought her back up. "Your dancing is as beautiful as you are."
"Oh, now, that is going a bit far," Mipha protested. "Do you not think so?"
"If I did, I wouldn't have said it." Heat shimmered in his eyes as he slipped his arm around her waist and pulled one of her legs up to brace against his hip as he turned her round and round. "You should give yourself more credit."
"Perhaps," Mipha conceded as she wrapped her arms around his neck. One of his hands slid up to cup the back of her head. "But I also have the good fortune to be blessed with a wonderful partner."
"You flatter me." His breath brushed against her lips, and Mipha had to fight not to tremble as he pulled her smoothly across the floor.
"Nonsense." Her own breath caught as she lowered her foot back to the floor, resuming the intricate maze of steps around each other's feet. Link had been clumsy as a child, always stepping on hers whenever they tried to dance, but now he moved with such grace and elegance. "I speak only the truth."
Something flickered in his eyes. "As you see it. But perhaps if you had a point of comparison, you would not rate me so highly."
"You do yourself a disservice." He twirled her, and she leaned back against him, extending one arm and glancing over her shoulder at his face. "What need have I for another partner, when there is one such as you?" They returned to a close hold. "Unless you have changed your mind about needing more from me?"
"I'd be more than happy to monopolize your attention tonight," Link said huskily, making her heart skip a beat. "But I suppose I shouldn't be selfish."
Mipha raised one leg again, bracing her hip against him. "Is it truly selfish if it is what I want as well?" she whispered in his ear as he turned them around; Link's breath hitched. "I came here to have a good time with you, after all, and I would see your wish for more dances with me granted."
Link lifted her by the waist, carrying her across the dance floor as she did the splits in midair. "Then I'll do my best to see that you're satisfied too."
Mipha's mind blanked out at that; later, she would never remember how she didn't fall. Or the rest of the dance, for that matter. It passed by in a blur until they were standing inches apart, equally out of breath as the musicians finished playing. Were there other people in the room? She couldn't see them, couldn't hear them.
"I—I need..." Mipha struggled to swallow, her throat dry. "Something to drink..."
Link nodded. "That sounds like a good idea."
He took her hand, and together they waded through the crowd in search a waiter. Behind them the music started up again, but in her dazed state she couldn't tell what sort of dance it was for. There were so many people here, but they all looked like shapeless blobs of color to her, her mind so hopelessly distracted by what had just passed between them that she couldn't focus on anything else.
What was that? Oh, Nayru, what has gotten into me? Into him? He... the things he said... it really did remind me of that strange, sweet masked man. And with barely a thought I responded in kind. Not to a faceless stranger this time, but to Link. Am I dreaming? This is what I have been wishing for, to hear him speak like that to me, but... I never thought he would. What could possibly be making him behave this way? Is it just a bit of fun, in keeping with the masquerade aspect of this ball? Yet he seemed so serious. I shall... I shall have to see if it continues, or if he was simply caught up in the dance.
It seemed to take forever before they found a waiter, and Mipha was still so out of it that she nearly dropped the glass Link handed to her, her fingers shaking at even that brief touch. The bubbles popped on her tongue as she drank the wine; it was cool and refreshing, tasting faintly of summer berries and going down almost too easily. Mipha took a deep breath as she paused halfway through the slender flute, her heart still beating rapidly. Between the exertion of the dance and the shock of Link speaking so flirtatiously to her, it was little wonder she was so worked up.
I cannot imagine what possessed him to act that way... and I know better than to think he would callously toy with me. I am tempted to ask him, but... I fear to spoil it, and that might just break the magic. If he does not continue it himself, then... perhaps I shall test the waters by initiating it myself at the first chance.
"Hey." Link touched her arm, startling her out of her reverie. "You feeling better now?"
"Yes, I..." Mipha drained the last of the wine. "I was just thirsty. Two dances in a row will do that, I suppose." She laughed.
"Yeah." Link smiled. "You had fun, though, right?"
"Of course." Mipha smiled back at him, excitement blossoming in her chest as she seized upon an idea. "But do not think that I have released my charming partner from his promise to satisfy me, for I too will require more from him before I can call this night a success."
There was a slight pause, and something kindled in Link's eyes. "Then... do you require your humble suitor to return with you to the dance floor? Or are you in need of more rest?"
Heat surged through her, and Mipha had to fight to keep her voice steady as she answered him. "Another dance would not be amiss, but after that I suspect I may need further refreshment."
"As my lady wishes." Link bowed. "Whatever your heart desires, you need only ask and I will do my best to grant it."
"You are too kind," she demurred as they set their glasses aside and headed back to the dance floor hand in hand. The band had already started on another waltz, so Link began to whirl her along again. A tinge of disappointment that it wasn't another tango rose up, but she smothered it. This dance was rather romantic, after all. "I fear I am woefully undeserving of such attentions."
"Now who's doing a disservice to themselves?" Sorrow tinged his voice. "It pains my heart to hear you speak ill of yourself, so if you have a care for me at all please refrain."
"My apologies, sir," Mipha said softly. "I do hold you in tender regard, so I am loathe to cause you injury."
Link's eyes shone behind the mask. "Such power you wield, yet scarcely do you guess at it."
Mipha blinked. "Why, whatever do you mean, sir knight?"
"You seem to believe yourself unworthy of my attention." He twirled her. "Yet you don't realize how such simple statements from you send my heart soaring."
"Do—do they now?" She wasn't sure whether it was the dance or Link's words that had her feeling so out of breath.
"Yes." Link dipped her, only a little. "For I confess I find myself growing rather smitten with my lovely partner, and wishing to draw her towards me in return."
"I..." Mipha's eyes widened. "You do—I have—I mean..."
The rest of her words were drowned out by the song reaching a loud and abrupt crescendo, followed by uproarious applause for by someone stepping up in front of them. He called for silence among the guests, but Mipha did not have to quiet herself, for she was already staring wordlessly at Link. He held her gaze, something oddly vulnerable in his eyes that she couldn't begin to make sense of. Mipha stepped closer to him, one of his hands still in her grasp, and would have spoken despite the instructions for silence if the voice of the man at the other end of the room hadn't rung out.
"Hear of the manner by which was wrong
Upon that soul the goddess graced.
Of woman scorned, that this poet's song
Will share in time and place."
A crack formed in the spell that had laid itself over them; startled, Mipha turned her head towards the man speaking. He had the rapt attention of everyone else in the room, and curiosity blended with faint annoyance in her, at what was spoiling this moment between herself and her husband.
"Those bright tresses by sunlight kissed,
They sway about her as she flies
Then fall about her as a golden mist
To shade her blushing cheeks and shining eyes."
It was Piero, that Sheikah court poet she'd met at the garden party. Irritation won out over curiosity as she recognized both him and his subject. Not exactly a difficult task: not only did she clearly recall their conversation last time, but she could see the young woman being spoken of in verse, not too far away from where she and Link stood. Was it her imagination, or did Zelda look exasperated as well?
"What fool would ever fling her love aside
And leave for a stone out from the stream?
He is not a man. He is the selfish tide
To reject that beneath this lofty beam."
Piero's eyes seemed to cast about in her direction, and Mipha's spine stiffened, her displeasure giving way to a simmering anger. He was speaking of her now! And not just speaking of her, but insulting her. The poem was a thinly veiled reproach of Link's perceived wrongs against Zelda in marrying another and rejecting her affections. Mipha's free hand tightened into a fist.
"Fou! Pine away through the years.
The echo of mournful cry
That lovely maiden weeps with tears
From her wounded heart. Such agony!"
No—it wasn't her imagination. Zelda rolled her eyes and shook her head, her discomfort clear even at a distance, with a mask obscuring part of her face. Unlike those around her, she wasn't impressed with Piero's work in the slightest. Mipha would've laughed in commiseration if not for her own bottled fury.
"Oh, how he scorned the loving deed
But it is fitting from low and last
For he scorned her without heed
For another from his past."
Link's grip on her other hand grew tighter too, and Mipha looked over. He clenched his jaw as he glared at Piero, his eyes blazing with undisguised loathing. Her heart skipped a beat, despite that it was thumping with the same hot rage that seared a path through her veins. She'd expected that Link wouldn't be happy about hearing such things said about himself, but this level of anger was startling nevertheless. It almost distracted her from the fact that Piero had indeed taken information about the two of them and turned it into fodder for this poem, just as she'd asked him if he would. Almost.
"Her stifled sobs ring still in my ears
Wrought of heartache and despair.
How can I not pity her tears?
What comfort could I bring so fair?"
A mournful note on a violin underscored the final verse, as well as signaled to the audience that the poem was finally over. Piero bowed as almost all in assembly applauded his performance. The only holdouts were Mipha, Link, and Zelda herself; she turned in disgust from the stage, and her eyes met Mipha's. They shared a sympathetic look and a nod before Zelda turned away again, disappearing into the throng of people.
"He's an idiot." Link's voice was low and taut with barely suppressed fury. "He doesn't know anything, about any of us."
"Zelda didn't look too happy either," Mipha said, lowering her own voice so that others around them wouldn't hear.
Link laughed, a harsh, mirthless sound. "Of course she didn't. She can't stand that guy—I had to hear her complaining about him for over an hour when I was on watch duty during that trip I told you about. He's several years older than her, and has had a huge thing for her for some time now."
Mipha's stomach turned. "But... she is..."
"I know." Link shuddered. "But more importantly, what about you?" He gave her a look of concern so like the one he'd had the night Astor had accosted her that it made her almost want to cry. "Are you okay? Please don't take his words to heart, he's just a creep who doesn't know what he's talking about, and has no right to insult you. And I swear he has it all wrong—I've never been interested in her, much less pursued her."
"I am fine." Mipha squeezed his hand. "I know you have no such feelings for her, you have already told me that and I trust you completely. So please, do not worry about me."
"Easier said than done." He smiled, though, even if it didn't quite reach his eyes. "So now what? Do you want to dance again, or would you like to go get something to eat?"
"I would not object to a bite of something, no." Mipha smiled back. "And another drink, too, for all this exertion has left me thirsty once more." She paused. "Would I be correct in presuming that you too are in need of refreshment, o graceful knight?"
"My lady knows me far too well." Link's eyes sparkled in amusement, even as he offered her his arm and led her towards the food tables. Behind them, the band struck up a minuet. "You are always able to guess at my thoughts, I fear."
"Not always." After all, I would never have guessed you felt so about me that you would behave like this. "And I would argue that your other point is without merit too. Knowing you is one of the joys of my life, and I cannot conceive of there being such a thing as too much of it. At least, not in my eyes."
"Once again you do my heart more good than you know." His voice sounded a little rougher; she instinctively squeezed his arm. "Now then... what are you hungry for?"
You, Mipha almost said, but she swallowed it back. "I am... not entirely sure, to be honest. Let us see what they have."
"Very well."
They wound up separating a bit as they reached the array of food; not terribly far from each other, but enough so they could each sample what they wanted. All sorts of canapes and pastries and other such treats had been laid out for the ball guests, and it was almost overwhelming. To her amusement, Mipha observed Link taking a great many of them to try. Of course, she herself ended up doing the same, as the physical activity of the dances really had left her feeling hungry again. She drank a little more wine as well, enjoying its effervescence and sweetness while being careful not to overindulge.
I want my wits to be as clear as they can be, after all, so I may properly enjoy our flirting.
"Mipha?"
She turned to see him standing close beside her again. "Yes, Link?"
"Have you ever tried this?" He gestured at a bowl of what looked like very small fruits, but clearly weren't—the colors and textures were off, to say nothing of the size.
Mipha leaned closer to inspect them. "No. What is it?"
"It's called marzipan. They make it by grinding almonds and sugar together into a paste; it was originally invented by the Rito, but it's become really popular here lately." Link picked up a piece that had been shaped and colored to look like a strawberry. "Do you want to try it?"
Her pulse spiked again. "I would love to."
She moved even closer to him, parting her lips in an implicit invitation; she heard Link's breath catch as he realized what she wanted. With a shaking hand, he gently placed the marzipan fruit in her mouth, his gaze never leaving hers. Her eyelids fluttered and almost closed as his fingers brushed her lips, and his did too. Lost in his eyes, Mipha almost forgot to chew the proffered treat, but managed it in the end. It was soft, and very sweet without being overly so.
"That is delicious," she said once she'd swallowed it. "Thank you."
"I'm glad you like it." Link smiled. "It's become one of my favorites ever since I first tried it in Hebra."
"Oh?" A warm fluttering sensation filled her chest, as though dozens of summerwing butterflies had suddenly become trapped in there. "Then... allow me to return the favor."
She plucked another marzipan fruit out of the bowl, this one shaped like a cherry, and held it out expectantly. Link went very still for a second, and then opened his mouth as she had. Mipha leaned close, and placed the little candy between his lips. Her hand somehow remained steady until the moment her fingers brushed his mouth, and then it trembled as she withdrew it, watching him as he ate. Their gazes were locked again, but it didn't escape her attention that he was breathing more heavily after that brief physical contact.
"Thank you." Link's voice sounded rough again, but in a very different way, one that sent pleasant shivers down her spine.
"You're welcome." Mipha took a deep breath of her own. "How, then, does that compare to what you ate in Hebra?"
"There's no contest." Link shook his head. "I enjoyed this much more."
"Really?" She tilted her head. "Why? What makes its flavor superior?"
"Hard to say... but I do believe the company makes all the difference." Warmth shimmered in his eyes, and seemed to envelop her whole body as he smiled at her.
"Oh... that... I..." Mipha struggled to find something to say. She cleared her throat. "I do recall you saying something during our last dance, about becoming smitten with your partner?"
"Very much so." Link's hand brushed hers. "And would she care for another dance? Or is her desire sated?"
"Far from it." Mipha twined her fingers with his. "Let us return to the merry-making."
"Gladly."
He led her back to the dance floor; they reached it just as the musicians finished the current song and prepared to begin a new one. As they waited, Mipha summoned up her courage and turned to Link. "Sir, if I may be so bold... might I inquire as to what it is that has you so taken with your partner?"
He shook his head. "There are too many things to name."
"Start with one, then?" She squeezed his fingers. "Please?"
"Only one?" Amusement glinted in his eyes.
"And then more, if you feel so inclined," Mipha admitted. "My curiosity is vast, I confess."
Link laughed. "I had thought it might be."
"Which is because you know me exceedingly well yourself." Mipha nudged him. "Go on. Tell me."
He was silent for a moment, considering his answer, and she held her breath as she waited. "You are a vision of unparalleled beauty," Link said at last; he lifted her hand and kissed it. "I can't seem to take my eyes off you."
Mipha pressed her other hand to her chest, feeling like it was the only thing keeping her wildly pounding heart inside. "Why, sir," she said breathlessly. "How prettily you speak, yet I cannot imagine I am the only one such compliments have been bestowed upon."
"Then your imagination is sorely limited," he said huskily, even as he tugged her closer. "For I would not allow these words to grace my lips in praise of any but you."
Mipha found her eyes drawn almost involuntarily to his mouth; if she kissed him right now, would she receive a second taste of marzipan? She swallowed hard. "What a wicked tongue you have..."
The look he gave her was one she recognized well—she didn't have to see under the mask to know that his eyebrows must have gone up. "Wicked? How so?"
"You..." She trailed off as the music began—another tango. Excitement rose in her, for she'd feared they would do another minuet or quadrille, neither of which were terribly interesting. Especially compared to this.
They fell easily into the correct hold position, and Link once again led her, Mipha's confidence higher this time now that she'd had some fresh practice. Before too long he spoke. "Come now, what was that you were saying? About my wicked tongue?"
"The innocent act ill suits you, sir." Mipha pressed herself close as she moved her feet around his. "Surely you must know how such words affect me."
"I'm afraid I don't." Link's eyes were alight with interest. "You'll have to tell me."
"It is a dangerous thing to speak of." They pulled apart, holding each other by one hand while extending their other arms. "I fear to give it voice."
She spun herself around, ending up with her back pressed to Link's chest as she raised her arm again. "You are safe with me," he whispered into her ear, his lips brushing her scales, and she found herself shivering despite the warmth of the room. "Never would I do anything to harm you, for you are far too dear to me."
"V-very well..." She turned herself around again so that they were face to face, their masks touching as they continued to dance, Link leading her backwards across the floor. "You... set my heart aflight, and quicken my breathing, with the feelings your words stir in me... the temptation you awaken."
"Do I now?" His mouth was so agonizingly close to hers. "I hadn't realized."
"That mask must blind you more than I thought, then," Mipha said, injecting a teasing note into her voice.
"Blind?" Link bent her at the waist and gently swung her in a half-circle before lifting her again, placing one of her hands on his chest as they resumed the complex footwork. "No. I see you with perfect clarity... something I am ever grateful for."
"Then the fault must be mine, if your effect upon me is concealed from your eyes." She leaned into him as he pulled her across the floor.
"How so?" He lifted her by the waist and spun around in a circle, bearing her weight as if it were no more than a feather.
"Would that I could bestow such lovely words upon you as you do on me, but I fear I cannot." Mipha sighed regretfully. "For your own beauty is such that it tends to tie my tongue in knots, leaving me unable to express all that I would say in admiration of it."
Link seemed to freeze for a moment, but soon recovered, barely missing a step. When he spoke his voice shook slightly. "I know the feeling all too well." His fingers tightened on her. "My own courage is often lacking when it comes to these matters."
"Not so tonight." Mipha wrapped her arms around his neck, and he lifted one of her legs to rest against his hip as he turned her around in a full circle.
"No," he agreed. "Not so tonight." He dipped her again. "And further bolstered by your admittance, as well as your kind words throughout this evening. For I am smitten not only with my partner's outward appearance, but by her beautiful heart as well. Moreso, I daresay. For she is a rare jewel meant to be treasured."
Mipha leaned closer, her hand cupping the back of his neck. "And she is so very lucky to have you," she breathed.
The music drew the dance to a close; breathless once again, they stood locked in each other's embrace. Not until the band struck up again did they break eye contact, glancing away and then back again. "Another dance?" Link murmured. "Or have you had your fill of me?"
Mipha shook her head almost imperceptibly. "I am by no means weary of your company, and in truth I doubt I ever could be. Yet a need to return home grows in me."
A sharp intake of breath was all the answer she needed to the question of whether he understood her meaning or not. Link nodded. "Then let us fetch the carriage at once, to bear you home to bed."
"Yes." She nodded back, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please do."
They left the ballroom hand in hand; no further words were spoken in their journey to where their carriage awaited. Nor did the silence break as they climbed in and seated themselves. And at first they simply sat there, as close to each other as they could be without one being atop the other.
But then Mipha turned, and as if he sensed her action Link did too. Their eyes met, the continued silence charged with every ounce of the tension that hung between them. It seemed to shimmer visibly in the air, like waves of heat over a blisteringly hot surface. Mipha lifted her hand; her fingertips trailed over his temple beneath the mask, moving downwards to his cheek in a slow but steady path. Link leaned in, and taking her hand brought her palm to his lips so he could kiss it, his gaze locked with hers. The only thing louder than the pounding in her ears was Link's breathing as he touched her face with a trembling hand, the look in his eyes unlike anything she'd ever seen there. It was as if a wall had come crumbling down, revealing a previously hidden landscape of desire in those gorgeous blue depths. Mipha found herself leaning closer, her lips parting almost unconsciously. His gaze dropped to her mouth, and her heart almost stopped.
Before he could do anything, however, the carriage juddered to a halt. For a moment they sat frozen, as if unsure of what to do. Then Link nodded, and squeezed her hand as the footman opened the carriage door.
It was all she could do not to run with him inside the house and up the stairs; despite that all the dancing they'd done should've left her sore and tired, her every nerve felt alive and aching with need, her whole body thrumming with barely contained excitement. Their eyes met again as they ascended to their room, and a fresh thrill coursed through her heated blood. The door to their bedroom stood ajar, revealing the lamps that had been lit inside for them, the fire that seemed like mere embers compared to the blaze in her pounding heart.
And only the barest millisecond passed between the door's closing and them throwing themselves into each other's arms and kissing.
They kissed like they didn't need air, only each other. Hunger was too tame a word for the feeling that surged between them—she'd been starving for this, and he clearly had too. Link gasped and moaned against her lips, his trembling fingers digging into her scales as he clutched her to him. Her hands tangled in his hair, sending shudders through his body, and Mipha whimpered into his mouth. Everything she'd felt since he walked into that drawing room in Goponga was boiling over, and she was done trying to contain it. She kissed him hard, her fervor matching his as they all but devoured each other in their fierce need, masks crushed between their faces.
Even when they finally broke apart Link clearly needed more of her, not bothering to catch his breath before pressing a series of brief, firm kisses to her, and then fully capturing her mouth again in a deeper one. He slid his tongue between her lips to glide along hers, brushing the sharp points of her teeth; Mipha's heart stuttered as she felt it, as she heard his muffled groan. So much about this night up to now had felt like a dream, but it was becoming abundantly obvious that it was real. That Link wanted her as much as she wanted him.
And there was no going back.
Author's Note: 1) the poem in this chapter was written by the talented Zirkalda at AO3.
2) which is where next week's special interlude will be, as the ratings here don't go high enough. For those interested, of course! Otherwise, this will update in 2 weeks.