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Over Lake Hylia, the sun was setting, turning the sky to orange and lavender and the lake itself into amber glass. A thick bank of clouds hung near the top of the sky, tinted a deep blue by the fading light, while those thin whips threading through the sky seemed to turn candy pink instead.
Every time, the sight made Zelda catch her breath. When she was a little girl, the Royal Family had spent the week just after the spring equinox at Lake Hylia; those visits had come to an end after Mother had died. Zelda had never brought it up with Father.
And so the lakehouse had been sitting empty and dusty for nearly nine years. But when Link had told her he was travelling to Lake Hylia, she had offered its use for him as a place to stay, and when he asked if she would come with him, she only hesitated for a moment before agreeing. The time for mourning had passed. Honoring the dead lay in remembrance, and in living.
Sitting and watching the sunset, Zelda felt a rush of gratitude for Link’s easy presence. He’d told her stories of his travels during the twilight, and listened to hers from her childhood; stories she had not thought of in quite some time. It almost felt effortless, how he lifted the shadows around him, but Zelda knew it was not. She was grateful all the same. A breeze tripped past them, catching the edge of her skirts and ruffling Link’s hair. She reached for his hand, and he turned to her. She found her gaze tracing his lips.
He leaned in slowly, and she met him there, her other hand coming up to cup his face. It lasted a moment, maybe longer, and when he pulled away, Zelda was smiling. She looked back across the lake. The light on the water was blinding.
“Thank you,” she said quietly, after a moment. For coming here, for your companionship, for everything. “I am very glad that this is something we have shared... that we get to share.” Her hand was still in his, and she squeezed it slightly.