They locked eyes the moment she entered the room. With a graceful bow, her golden blond hair spilled over her shoulder and miraculously, her round crown did not fall from atop her head.
She had aged like fine wine, gracefully maturing and trading in her round, sparkling blue eyes for more narrow ones of a deeper shade that shone greater wisdom than the whimsical girl from so long ago. She filled out quite nicely, too, her once comically cinched waist from before now thicker and more proportionate to her wide hips and ample…
“My eyes are up here, your highness.”
Zelda’s gaze snapped back up to her guest’s face, her cheeks coloring slightly. “My apologies princess, I was merely admiring your… dress.”
Her guest smiled at this, coyly pressing three fingers to her lips and gracefully sitting across from Zelda at the small, round table.
“Of course you were.” She folder her hands in her lap, her eyes first flickering down to the fancy porcelain teaset on the table before her, then back up at her hostess, her eyes sparkling with unexpressed amusement. Zelda felt a pang of nostalgia from this.
“Well, if not your dress, then what do you think I was looking at so intently, Peach?” Zelda leaned forward, pouring tea into each of their cups.
Peach delicately raised her teacup to her lips, holding the saucer beneath it, and keeping her pinky up as she blew on the hot liquid. After taking a sip, she gently placed the cup back on the table, smiling up at Zelda.
“Playing a game of ‘I won’t say if you don’t first’, are we, Princess?” It felt strange to call someone else by that royal title, Peach mentally noted. She decided she liked “weird”.
"I'm not a princess anymore. Neither of us are." The brunette shot back in a poor attempt to change the subject. Peach wasn't having it.
"Zelda." The brunette across from her laughed sheepishly, the tips of her pointed ears flushing pink. “You know I’m no good at this.”
“Try? For me?” Peach held a gloved hand over her heart, pleading to Zelda with her eyes, eliciting a nod and a deep sigh from her.
“I… really missed you, Peach. A lot.” Zelda bites the inside of her lip, searching Peach’s face for a reaction. “I just… missed you.”
The corners of the blonde-haired woman’s eyes crinkled as she smiled wider, tilting her head slightly, resting her chin on a propped up gloved hand. “I missed you, too…”
Zelda swallowed down the rest of her tea to avoid talking, and stood up, smoothing down her apron. She cleared her throat. “I should show you to where you’ll be staying now.” Zelda looked back down at Peach, bemused, when she heard a scoff.
“‘Where I’ll be staying’?” Peach started, standing up and effectively towering over Zelda. She had almost forgotten how very tall Peach was, and even taller because she usually wore heels. She leaned forward to Zelda’s ear, who found herself dazed from her intoxicatingly sweet scent. “I think we both know where I’m going to be staying.” Peach pressed a quick kiss to her ear and turned on her heel, walking towards the corridor.
Flustered, Zelda floundered before calling out, “Wh-where are you going?”
She didn’t even turn around. “I already know where your room is, Zelda. Remember?” She let out her signature giggle, which was now far less girly and more sensual. It made the hairs on the back of Zelda’s neck prickle. “I’ll meet you there.” And she took a left down the hall in the correct direction.
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