Hello. I'm sorry it took me a while to get this posted. This part doesn't really have much to do with the dragon, but I find it very cute. I have no problem what-so-ever writing romance. ^_^

Thanks to everyone who has commented. I wrote this for you all, since I know at least someone out there is enjoying my work. Remember, I don't have anymore written, and I'm kinda making this up as I go. Any ideas are welcome. Thanks again! Now read and enjoy! Sorry it's so short!

Later, not long after the sun had set, Zelda started to look for Link. Not to tell him of her findings, but mostly just to talk. He was a wonderful listener, and Zelda enjoyed his company.

Not finding him in the stables or the library, his two favorite places, she decided to check his room. Zelda knocked on the large oak door leading to his lavish chambers. When she heard no movement from inside, she cracked the door and pocked her head around it.

"Link?" she whispered. There was no light in the room; the dark rain clouds blocked any moonlight from seeping in through the large window.

Using her power, Zelda lit the candle she knew was on the table by Link's bed. Once the dim light filled the room, she looked around. It was a beautiful room, usually given to the most important of guests. There was a large, dark rug on the floor, on top of which sat pure mahogany furniture. Zelda had begged her father to no end to let Link live in the castle. The King agreed, giving him this room, right down the hall from Zelda's own. He knew Link would protect her if there was ever a problem.

Finally Zelda located the object of her search. Link was curled in one of the high-backed armchairs, a book open in his lap and a burnt candle on the table. Quietly, Zelda walked over to him. He's still in his clothes, cap and all, she noticed, amused. He looked so innocent in his peaceful sleep, as though he had never held the fate of his entire country, and others, many times before on his shoulders.

Zelda smiled as she removed his trademark green hat. She stepped away from Link and hung the cap on the bedpost where it usually hung. As a second thought, she grabbed a blanket from the foot of the bed, noticing a slight chill. When she returned to Link she saw that he was indeed shivering with the cold.

Zelda took the book from his lap and placed it on the table. Then she laid the thick blanket over his sleeping form, tucking it around him. Pushing a strand of hair from his closed eyes, she let her fingers linger on his cheek. She knew that she loved him. She had known for a long time, but there was nothing she could do about it. Link would probably fall in love with Saria, or Malon. Never a snobby princess like herself.

She bent over and lightly kissed his cheek before leaving, the lone candle still alight.

The next morning, Link entered the dining room to find Zelda sitting at the table. Grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl, he strode over and sat on the table beside her. Smiling, he bit into the fruit.

"You came to see me last night?" he asked once he had finished chewing.

Zelda nearly choked. "How did you know that? Were you awake?"

Link smiled at her reaction before answering, "No, but I woke sometime during the night to find myself wrapped in a blanket and a candle lit by my bed."

"How do you know it was me?" Zelda asked slyly.

"I could smell you. Or your perfumed oil."

Zelda smiled. "Really now? Well, what do I smell like?"

"Roses." Link said simply, averting his eyes.

"Fine, I admit to visiting you last night."

"Did you need something?"

"No," Zelda thought quickly. "But I have something to show you now. Come with me."