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Sleep won’t come, no matter how many times she tosses and turns in her bed or pounds her head into the pillow, squeezing her eyes shut forcefully. The full moon shines into her room, bright and relentless, casting beautiful shadows into it. The curtains on her window are too thin to block out the moonlight, so she stopped trying a long time ago.
On top of her insomnia comes that restlessness again, an antsy feeling settling in her gut that she needs to move, to haunt the silence of Rauru‘s Hyrule Castle. To walk the halls in search of something… or perhaps someone. Every full moon had risen as a Blood Moon these past months and have made her increasingly anxious. Here in this time they are only an ill omen without resurrecting what had been slain.
Zelda glares up at the ceiling, breath short as if she‘d run up the stairs, heart thrumming against her ribcage like a nervous bird fluttering its wings. She tosses the thin sheet away and stumbles out of bed, pondering if she should wear a robe and decides against it. The summer nights in this time were warm, never cooling down enough to turn into much needed respite from day's heat.
She tugs at her strapless nightgown, only held together by a hastily made bow at the front. After all this time she hadn’t gotten used to all these strapless dresses, rough linen chafing her skin, but at least the nightgown‘s fabric was softer. The thing is so sheer, she wonders if it was gifted to her on purpose. Sonia has thrown her a mischievous smile while handing it to her, eyes raking down her form in appreciation. The insinuations regarding a certain guest from the desert also didn‘t go unnoticed and Zelda always had only hummed in answer, unwilling to give the gossiping queen any more verbal ammunition.
„His gaze follows you everywhere, darling!“ she would exclaim in excitement, clasping Zelda‘s hands between hers as they sat in the gazebo. „He is handsome in that exotic kind of way, don’t you think?“ That was something even Zelda couldn’t deny. He was handsome. Ganondorf left a lasting impression, that’s for sure.
Sighing, she strokes her fingers down her form, banishing the Gerudo King from her mind. Then she sneaks out of her bed chambers, stone floor cold on her bare feet.
The dead silence in every hall is astounding, as the Constructs cease their labours once the Temple of Time's bell tolls at the end of each day. No guards patrolled the hallways. The blatant disregard of the king‘s and queen‘s safety, so sure of their peaceful world and grip on their newest addition they didn‘t think harm would ever come to them, was incredibly reckless. They‘ve been oblivious to a lot of things. They brushed off her concerns, her doomed future so far ahead it is a mere afterthought to them.
They promised their help to find a solution, to get her back to her own time, but as the months dragged on and the next excuse of, "Later, we‘ll talk later.“ fell from their lips, accompanied by serene smiles to appease an impatient child, her life turned to apathy. She has nothing to do in this world, her Purah Pad was prodded at by Mineru and listening to Sonia drone on about courtiers and castle gossip bored her by now. Rauru made himself scarce as if he wasn’t even interested in their descendant. She‘s come to a standstill and her only hope and source of interest has been the Gerudo King of all people.
She swore to banish him from her mind, but he creeps back into her thoughts, like ivy crawls and clings to walls. Relentless and insistent.
Zelda sighs in frustration, glancing around each hall nonetheless.There is the possibility of running into a stray guard after all. But every corridor greets her with eerie silence, the only sound is the rhythmic pat of her feet on the stone floor.
She knows he haunts these halls as well, just as restless as she is. They are ghosts, alien to this place, skirting around each other to find out if they could turn into tentative allies still. Out of the corner of her eyes she thinks she spots him, just shy of announcing his presence, but it could also be just her mind slowly losing it. She slips through the gate leading toward the lush garden, the gentle breeze greeting her a warm caress on her skin. The grass is soft beneath her feet and she digs her toes in, not using the pathways on purpose as she strolls toward her destination. She takes the longer, more scenic route, carefully, not wanting to step onto sundelions and all the other flowers.
The gazebo stands on a tiny hill, one lone birch tree next to it. It looks haunted and so empty without its usual occupant dropping sugar into her tea and circling her teaspoon, out for more gossip, eyes glinting. The clinking of porcelain is another sound to its daytime symphony. For now, only cicadas and rustling leaves make up her company.
Zelda steps closer, circling the stone table set in the middle of it as she lets her fingers caress the carved patterns on it, registering every raised line. A nonsensical pattern to her, but according to Rauru it meant something – what, she had already forgotten again. Must have been something mundane.
„The Lady is also unable to find respite on this beautiful night?“
His deep rumbling voice doesn‘t startle her as much as she thought it would. The usual amusement swings in it, as if everything was a mere joke to him. Slowly, Zelda turns around, inhaling the fresh night air as she finds the one that haunts even her waking thoughts leaning against the gazebo‘s elegant stone column. Grace seems to be ingrained into his very bones. No matter what he does it always has that sense of purpose, of elegance, of power. Sheer confidence bound into flesh.
Ganondorf cocks his head to the side, gaze traveling up and down her figure slowly. Zelda leans back on her hands, her behind pressed against the table. Her shoulders roll back, chest pushing out and stretching the already thin fabric over her mounds. The lazy smile on his lips stretches wider, finding her gaze.
When she doesn’t answer he chuckles softly, crossing his arms over his massive chest. He‘s bare from the waist up, not seeing the need to wear his haori on a midnight stroll. The gold he adorns himself with is also missing, yet not diminishing his presence the slightest. The only thing that glints in the light is that ridiculous belt buckle. His hair is in a simple high ponytail.
„You followed me,“ Zelda states bluntly instead, feeling on edge still, fingers twitching against the stone. There is no accusation in her tone, mere curiosity.
He shrugs one massive shoulder, „You were such a hauntingly beautiful sight. I couldn’t resist but follow.“
Her breath shortens and she looks away, toward the bright moon illuminating the landscape.
„You flatter me, my Lord,“ she utters and raises her hand to brush a few strands of hair behind her pointed ear in a gesture of feigned shyness.
„It is true."
She doesn’t believe him. It has to be a lie. She is the sweet young maiden, not a beautiful woman like the queen. She is the afterthought, hastily receiving compliments before they forget her. Her smile is tinged with bitterness, tight.
A deep sigh sounds, feet slapping on the stone ground. He reaches her in mere two steps.
Zelda throws him a side glance, breath slightly uneven. They have been dancing around each other for months, trying to glimpse another when they‘ve been seemingly blissfully unaware. But Ganondorf‘s gaze wasn‘t subtle, always a laser focus as if trying to unravel her whole being, her existence that puzzles him. She is an enigma.
„You have no idea,“ he muses, his fingers taking her chin and tilting her face up toward him. Bewilderment dances in her eyes, but she lets it happen. „You look ethereal bathed in pale moonlight. A goddess bound in human flesh.“
Her heart quivers at his praise, lips parting gently as she beholds him. For once he looks genuine, but she cannot let his honeyed words sink into her any deeper. She knows what will become of him, knows his anguished soul like no other — in a future so distant no one in this time is capable of imagining it. He is dangerous.
And yet…
He haunts her dreams with his voice, his gaze, his touch. Skin burning for him and him only, her being craving his warmth. His malice and gloom induced warmth, that takes her breath away, seeps into her skin and flesh and bone and taints her soul. His presence is familiar to her. Hundred years spent subduing his hatred and vengeance left a mark on her. A cord inside her had been struck when he‘d marched into the throne room. His gaze had flicked to her and Sonia before settling on Rauru again. She‘d brushed her racing heart off to the charged atmosphere in the room.
But it is the man himself causing it.
His thumb caresses her jawline. The motion lulls her in, the touch electrifying her. Her fingers twitch against the table‘s surface once more.
„Further flattery will get you nowhere,“ she answers at last, snapping out of her daze.
„You wound me, Lady Zelda. Here I am, a mere mortal, only wanting an ounce of your attention. It is so very hard to get a hold of you during the daytime.“
The air crackles with energy, making the hair on her neck stand on end, her breathing grows shallow. This antsy feeling returns tenfold and she wants to flee and throw herself at him, every fibre of her being contradicting. Ganondorf looms over her, crowding her against the table. She slips up onto it.
„And you think this beautiful night is the time to strike?“
He laughs, „You make it sound like I want to assassinate you, but it couldn’t be further from the truth…“
He places his free hand on the table, close to hers, not quite touching. Restlessness only grows and she doesn’t know if she wants to pull him closer or push him away after all.
„Then what is the truth?“ she asks, inhaling deeply when his fingers brush down to her throat. His touch is warm, gentle and yet firm in its intent.
„You feel it as well, don’t you?“
Her brows furrow in confusion, not wanting to understand what he meant. She turns her face away. Her gaze lands on the moon slowly growing in size. She sighs, her blood beginning to sing. His fingers slip lower, tracing her collarbones. A shiver runs through her.
„The moon,“ she whispers, looking back at him with her own brand of intensity. His smile is pleased, curling wider. The moonlight highlights his sharp features — his strong nose, his cheekbones casting alluring shadows, the slope of his lips. His eyes gleam, holding her gaze.
„Its call is tantalizing, don’t you think? Wandering around all alone, only the moon as our witness,“ his fingers dance along the nightgown‘s hem.
„Perhaps it is fortunate that there are no guards around?“
They play with the nightgown’s strings. Zelda parts her legs, Ganondorf slotting between them with ease and she is just shy of wrapping them around his waist.
„Why, I am surprised to see the Lady so at ease in my presence. I wonder what changed her less amicable view of me.“
Coming to witness the man instead of the monster. His quick wit and sharper tongue. His dangerous smile, she thinks without speaking aloud, her smile a private one. The love he has for his people, seeing his less rough side, more genuine smiles and laughs.
„Then keep wondering. Perhaps I will tell you one day,“ she answers, lifting her shaking hands to place them on his chest. His skin is so warm. Her heart thunders, nerves flutter even more and she looks up at Ganondorf, feeling breathless again.
The moon is their witness. Her fingers slide up to his neck, inhaling deeply. Her nerves fray at the edges as the urge to touch him further bubbles up inside her, to close the distance between them. Month after month of pent up energy and buried desires coalesce in her gut — she trembles not out of cold. Her fingers graze along his beard. Ganondorf is quiet, watching her with his usual intensity.
Zelda surges upward, tugging Ganondorf down slightly as their lips press together, harder than necessary. Their first kiss is far from perfect — too much pressure, their lips barely moving, teeth clacking together. His nose digs into her cheek uncomfortably.
But Ganondorf moves his head, gentling the kiss as his lips part further. With one hand he cups the side of her face and tilts her head. A deep groan vibrates against her body. His other hand lands on her lower back, his heat seeping through the thin fabric, and he presses her hips against his. He moves to her behind, squeezing her flesh and lifting her off the table. She wraps her legs around his waist.
Energy surges through her and they part, only for Zelda to dive back in, craving more of this, of Ganondorf. She moans into their second kiss, trembling.
When they part again, she opens her eyes, not having realized she had closed them at all. The night changes. The tranquility fades away as the moon‘s white bleeds into red, moving closer to the surface. Wisps of foggy gloom rise up into the air, fizzling into nothingness. The air feels heavy, usually suffocating her, but tonight is different. Her blood boils in her veins and she shakes and moans in his hold. Her fingers slip down his neck, digging into his shoulders.
Ganondorf sets her back down on the stone table as his gaze drifts to the Blood Moon, a wide crazed grin splitting his face. He looks back at Zelda, his expression gaining a certain hunger as his fingers tug at the nightgown’s bow strings. It comes loose with ease, her nightgown beginning to slide down. Zelda shakes her upper body, until it slips truly, baring her breasts. He bends down, peppering open mouthed kisses to her throat, teeth grazing her unblemished skin, shy of sinking into her flesh to leave marks. He moves downward, nipping at her collarbones, breath and lips ghosting over skin until he sucks one nipple.
Zelda arches her chest, head thrown back, her mouth falling open, nails biting into his skin as her hold tightens. A moan tears free from her throat. He nips and sucks, teeth sinking in and leaving imprints. He nuzzles her breasts, alternating between suckling her nipples, while his free hand massages her tit not occupied by his mouth. His touch burns her, but she hungers for more, heat pooling into her gut, her cunt pulsing.
His fingers dig into her lower back and Ganondorf rumbles appreciatively against her, trailing his lips up to her neck. She can only moan, tilting her head to the side to offer more for him to ruin. And finally, he leaves marks there, visible, sucking her skin in.
Her sweet moans fill the silence of the blood red night, every other living being having quieted down by the Blood Moon‘s arrival. Zelda bites her bottom lip, rolling her hips in need of friction, hoping to feel his desire. His hand guides her, helping her press closer and there — his clothed bulge kisses her throbbing folds. A whine breaks free as she rocks her hips, seeking more contact.
It is not enough. It is never enough. She wants to feel his heat deeply buried inside her, alleviating her burning desire. Zelda loathes to move her hands from his warm skin, raking her nails across his pecs and relishing in his grunt. He leans back to watch her, amber coloured eyes gleaming bright in this red tinted world. His muscles twitch against her touch and her fingers card through his happy trail, down to his trouser’s hem. She tugs and fumbles with the sash and belt buckle, growling when his hand reaches for her to help. He stops and chuckles, lifting it instead to brush the back of his fingers along her cheek.
A gesture so tender it makes her stop for a moment and look up.
“Such an impatient little goddess,“ he comments and Zelda huffs, but turns her head to kiss his fingertips. She tugs at the fabric a little more violently. The belt buckle slips free and clatters onto the ground with a metallic clang.
Her breath is laboured, as she moves to pull at his silken trousers. Every sane thought evaporates, leaving only her lust and desire to guide her forward. She frees his length, letting it bob out of its tightening confines. It shouldn’t surprise her that he is quite substantial, fitting for his overall size, but a soft moan escapes her nonetheless at the thought of his cock sinking into her.
She wraps her fingers around his stiff heat, making Ganondorf groan deeply. In turn her insides twist, pleasure sparking up in her core. Her gaze is fixed on her fingers stroking his shaft, her own grip surprisingly sure.
Then her focus flicks up and she is rewarded with the divine sight of Ganondorf tipping his head back, a rumbling moan falling from his lips as a he smiles. He rolls his hips into her touch, slow and unhurried, praises uttered in Gerudo drifting off into the night. She doesn’t quite catch it, but she knows he is calling her goddess. Her gaze drops down again and she strokes a little firmer, brushing her thumb along the tip and smearing the first droplets of his seed.
Oh, how much she wants to drop down to her knees and worship his cock, take him into her mouth and taste him, but the deep seated desire to feel him slide into her was even stronger.
„Ganondorf…“
„I know, I know, but first let me see you,“ Ganondorf says quietly, looking down at her with such hunger. They are both afflicted with the blood moon‘s madness, feeling exhilarated, bursting with excess energy and need. His hips stutter, holding still as his fingers brush along her thighs, leaving her skin tingling for more of his touch. He pushes her nightgown up and Zelda lifts her hips, bunching the fabric around her waist and baring her lower half.
And he chuckles, fingers stroking her wet folds. His satisfied smirk mirror‘s Zelda‘s conspiratorial one as they stare at each other again.
„I was afraid you were going to be much more beholden to protocol, but what a pleasant surprise to see you bare,“ Ganondorf rumbles, continuing to brush his fingers along her folds, making her quiver atop the table and stutter with her own ministrations. He dips his fingers into her, getting a first taste of her warmth. Her fingers twitch around his cock and she lets go to fall back on her elbows.
Zelda opens her mouth, taking a deep breath and tasting the cloying air, so close to what she knows from her time with the Calamity, with him. It only makes her burn the more, canting her hips and arching her lower back toward her demise. Her beautiful and dangerous demise or maybe her salvation? Her absolution of her future turned past?
Perhaps he is the one that will believe her words, her memories, her warnings of what is to come. Ruin for him, trapped deep in the earth and repeated destruction and desolation for her kingdom, masked as victory in this time. A problem pushed away for future generations to solve.
She shakes her head visibly to dispel her wandering mind, focusing back on Ganondorf. Who watches her so intensely again as if he can glean her thoughts. His hand squeezes her thigh, fingertips wet with her slick, before he grabs her hips and pulls her closer.
His cock slides along her folds, makes Zelda moan already, her fingers scraping along the stone.
„Ganondorf, don’t drag this out, please,“ she keens, chest heaving with each laboured breath. His eyes wander up and down, taking her in, her desperation.
„Patience, my Lady,“ he murmurs, squeezing her hips. He moves one hand away to guide his length, the tip of his cock brushing her folds teasingly once more.
Zelda trembles, anticipation coiling in her stomach and she watches with rapt attention as her folds parts for his length. She wants to close her eyes, savour their first moment of joining, but she wants to see it as well. So she watches on, moaning and tilting her hips, welcoming his cock into her warmth. The stretch borders on near pain, but her pleasure heightens, sweeping her up.
Ganondorf‘s grip on her hip tightens, turns bruising, nails biting her skin. His groan joins her moans. It is a slow slide, inch by inch, but both of them enjoy it. He lets go of his shaft and tugs her closer by her hips, rough and fast, sliding all the way in.
Her delicious cry echoes around as she arches off the table, head thrown back. Her eyes blink open, taking in the big red moon. She feels so hot, almost feverish, pushing herself onto her hands and watches Ganondorf slide nearly completely out of her, only to slam back in.
She moans, unrestrained and just for him. He answers with his own grunts. His touch turns bruising on her poor flesh, her waist and hips and thighs, but she doesn’t want it any different now. She never expected him to be gentle with her.
The pace he sets is slow at first, letting them savour their joining, her tight walls hugging him snugly. But Zelda is impatient tonight, rolling her hips into his thrusts at a faster pace.
His lips pull into a beautiful snarl and he slams one hand next to her on the table, looming over her, eyes ablaze with lust. He bends down and she meets him halfway. He captures her lips in a deep kiss, tongue coaxing into her mouth. He swallows her moan and she wraps one arm around his neck, holding on.
They find a rhythm, his hips snapping forward hard. Zelda gasps and moans, letting herself fall back on one elbow and Ganondorf follows. He nuzzles her temple, each of his huffs ruffling her hair. A new symphony arises in the night — their moans weaving into song, the sound of skin slapping against skin.
„Imagination never comes close,“ he says as he lifts himself up on his hands, looking down at this precious hylian woman in the throes of passion. „Fair Lady Zelda, you have bewitched me, haven’t you? Cursed me with desiring you.“
Zelda stares up at him, baffled, but then she laughs, almost sounding hysterical. Ganondorf growls, hips snapping faster and faster until her laugh fades into moans. She throws her head to the side, peering at him. Sweat beats on his brow and his teeth grit. She‘s rocked up with each thrust, her breasts bouncing and his gaze flicks from her face to her chest.
„I could say the same, Ganondorf,“ she breathes at last, „but perhaps it is the moon, after all…“
His hair slips over his shoulder and she reaches up and tugs at his ponytail until he bends down. She pulls him into kiss after sloppy kiss, her heart beating so madly in her chest. Her desire mounts higher and higher and as if Ganondorf knows how close she is, he‘s circling her swollen clit with his thumb.
A high whine falls from her lips, breath shallow and fast until Zelda freezes. Her legs pull Ganondorf tighter, fingers tugging hard on his hair. Her orgasm is beautiful, face contorting in bliss. Ganondorf growls, more creature than man, and fucks her through her climax, relishing in each and every sound she makes.
„Beautiful, divine,“ he murmurs, fingers scraping on stone, pushing down and then they both hear a cracking sound. He slows only a fraction, glancing at his own hand having destroyed the table‘s surface. Zelda snorts, turning back to gaze up at him, eyes glazed over.
„Don’t stop now. I need you, need your seed. Please,“ she begs and Ganondorf‘s grin is feral, putting more strength into his thrusts. The air is thick with his power. Zelda could taste it on her tongue. She tilts her head to offer her neck again.
He lifts her hips, folding her nearly in half to drive into her faster and faster, burying his face in her neck and inhaling her scent.
„You drive me mad, woman,“ he growls and she can only agree with him. Teeth sink into her neck, pain lancing through and then she bleeds for him. His tongue savours her blood, a deep groan sending shivers down her spine. „Absolutely mad!“
He seems close to the edge, thrusts losing their finesse, but not their strength. Zelda can only hold onto him, wrapping her arms around him and raking her nails down his back, breaking his skin as well and drawing forth blood.
She whispers his name, a cursed prayer on her lips, begging for him to finish deep inside her. After a few more thrusts Ganondorf stills, pushing as deep into her as he can and finds his release with a low groan. Zelda lifts one hand to cradle his neck, biting her lip as with each jerk of his hips he fills her more and more.
Zelda opens her eyes, witnessing the night losing the red hue, the moon bleeding out. Her pulse still races, but the world returns to normalcy, the sounds of the night coming back. The rustle of leaves, an owl taking flight, the gentle breeze kissing their heated, sweat slick skin.
They are silent for a long while and Zelda closes her eyes, basking in the afterglow, despite it all. Ganondorf breathes against her neck and in the end he presses his lips on her bloodied skin. He leans back and straightens, setting her lower body back down on the table. They are joined still and Zelda drops her arms onto her stomach as he moves out of her hold.
A laugh bubbles out of her, pressing one hand onto her mouth to stifle it. She truly must have lost her sanity. But Ganondorf smirks down at her, all in bloody glory. He flashes his teeth with a wide smile.
„Has madness overtaken you, Lady Zelda?“
„Perhaps…“ she giggles and shakes her head, feeling nothing of that restless energy anymore, only elation, „I don’t think we have need of titles anymore with us still joined.“
Her cheeks heat up and flush at that, so at very odds with her previous behaviour. Ganondorf trails his fingers over her cheek, bloody neck and he smears her blood across her collarbones and breasts, humming low in his throat.
„I suppose,“ he agrees, grin still so very sharp it sends a tingle down her spine, „What does the Lady suggest we do now?“
She narrows her eyes, feeling exhaustion settling in her bones. Ganondorf wants to pull out of her, but Zelda‘s legs tighten around his hips, wanting to keep him where he is.
„Selfish and greedy, aren’t we?“
„Quiet,“ she blurts out, making him laugh even more. To see him such at ease, eyes crinkling with laugh lines, a perpetual smirk on his lips now even if he isn‘t smiling. „Was this the truth you spoke of?“
„Hm, I will tell you one day,“ he retorts, shooting down her question with her own words and her lips twitch. Crafty Bastard.
They shift, Zelda sighing as she sits up. One of his hands slips to her lower back again, keeping her close. He‘s just as unwilling to part with her as she is, nestled in her warmth. She gazes onto the ruined table, the pressure with which Ganondorf had pressed down his hand had left quite the dent and crack lines.
She reaches down with her fingers, tracing the shape and she bites her bottom lip. They cannot risk being discovered and she doesn’t want Ganondorf to come up with lies. Her right hand glows golden as she uses her powers and recalls the table to the state before — without that damned Secret Stone around her neck.
It’s as if their coupling never happened. Zelda strokes the surface and peers up at Ganondorf, whose gaze is unreadable, but she thinks it turned softer around the edges.
„So much power and they dismiss you like a pretty little doll,“ he murmurs, bending down to drag her into a kiss, lifting her up with his hands. He slips free and Zelda sighs. „A shame.“
The blood moon must have truly stolen her sanity. She clings onto Ganondorf, kissing him again and again when he wants to say something, swallowing his words.
„You won‘t?“ she murmurs, unable to erase the hopeful note out of her voice, lips a mere breath away from his. Her eyes are closed and she licks her lips, chasing his taste, the pressure of his kisses.
„I’ll be damned if I do that. Rauru and Sonia are fools. You are brimming with power. I can almost taste it on your skin.“ He carries her with one arm, lifting her right divine marked hand to his lips and brushes them along the back. Her power surges as if to meet his touch, his worship of her. „Divinity.“
„But I am a mere mortal as well,“ Zelda deflects.
„Your powers rival that of a goddess. So I will call you that, my little goddess,“ he says, gaze boring into hers.
Zelda shivers, lips pressing against his sweat slick skin, „I belong to no one.“
„Oh, but I am holding you, so that makes you mine. Besides…“ His smirk sets off ringing bells in her mind and then he licks her cheek, making her squeak.
She is set down afterwards, her bare behind on the table and somehow she can’t help her giggle. Sonia will never know what transpired here. As much as she loved juicy gossip, the most important one will never be hers to know.
Another breeze caresses her skin as she watches Ganondorf tug himself back in, bending to pick up the belt buckle and pocketing it before he ties the sash around his hips. His trousers ride lower on his hips and she wonders if he does it on purpose to tease her now.
„I think,“ she pipes up, getting his attention and it feels so good to be taken seriously, seeing his genuine curiosity, „We still have a lot to talk about. I am an early riser, so no one will know…“
Ganondorf chuckles, leaning down to capture her lips in a searing kiss. His mouth moves to her ear, „I hope it will be enlightening.“
With that she is swept off her feet, as he carries her with ease. One hand on the back of her knees, the other cradling her shoulder. Zelda yelps, pressing one hand to his chest as she tries to pull up her nightgown to cover her breasts. His laugh rings out as he crushes sundelions beneath his feet, ignoring even the pathway to get back to his appointed guest quarters.
No one would be none the wiser except them. Zelda knows a trick or two about sneaking through castles.