meme | yeah idk which category this is | @khafia
It’s so rare a night goes by uninterrupted, that the princess can barely remember the last time she slept well. But does that matter? Perhaps it’s her PUNISHMENT, a sentence resting on her for her family line’s past misdemeanours. It feels like she’s being let off lightly… even as she sits bolt upright in large regal bed, panting and coated in sweat, night after night. Heart pounding and limbs trembling, she swings her legs over the side of her mattress, and pauses to rest her head in her hands. No more. Not right now.
She pulls a silk robe on over her night clothes, and pushes long hair back over her shoulders before leaving the bedroom. Guards wait outside as usual, and they follow her silently down the corridor – ROUTINE, almost, whenever her highness awakes in the early hours.
The routine breaks when she heads past the bedroom of Hyrule’s hero… and sees it ajar. Hilda’s steps slow, just as she passes it – and guards come to a halt behind her. They’re instructed to wait outside, as she knocks twice, then slips through into the dimly candlelit room.
Perhaps he’ll be able to tell something’s wrong from her slightly reddened eyes, the way she stands so vulnerably (without her usual ruler’s attire, she seems smaller, weaker, like she needs the clothes to act as armour against the world). Needing his protective aura just to feel safe, to block out MEMORIES of tonight’s terror, and nightmares passed, she sweeps across the room and takes a seat beside him on his bed. Has he been training late? Worrying about something else? Even praying..?
She can’t tell for sure, and it doesn’t seem the time to ask.
For a few moments she sits quietly with hands in her lap, staring down at them and willing tears back; they’re tears of relief, really, now that she feels safer in his presence. Supposedly they’re also tears of frustration, of tiredness, of the overwhelming stress about the horrors roaming her once-peaceful kingdom.
Hilda is a princess, yet what is a princess without CONTROL? Looking up as a strong arm slips around her, the tears have nowhere to hide and they career freely down her cheeks. There is a little control she can find, here, with (currently) her hero. He’s a loyal subject to her, right now… maybe even more than that?
Reaching up, elegant fingers reach Ganon’s face, caressing over the side of it; with that motion, her intentions are made more clear. The guards outside may judge all they like about their princess entering this man’s room tonight, but that unavoidable judgement is one of the few things she doesn’t care about, and she feels she’s earned that right.
Brimming eyes seek permission in the golden gaze opposite, moments stretching on… before she leans up towards him, and he, thankfully, leans down. Her lips press to his, for reasons both known and unknown to both of them. It isn’t the first time these budding feelings have been hinted at over the past few weeks, while working so closely together against the evils in Lorule, but now this is FULL confirmation. Into the gradual embrace (timid, then growing more firm) Hilda finds herself pouring everything – her anger, grief, fear. So much loneliness has haunted her recently, so much responsibility she’s been desperate to shake off.
