wielder of wisdom.

She finds it exhausting and unreasonable, particularly since her goal is literally just to care for Hyrule and its people

But that’s not to say she’s not good at reading between the lines, taking care of threats before they’ve a chance to become threats, and maintaining at least some order amongst the nobility

      Zelda is a Queen. Since birth she has been raised to stand with her shoulders back, head high, the epitome of regality in every sense of the word. She is self-assured, capable, and if any doubt rises in her mind then no other shall know it. But tonight she paces in her chambers, hands nervously smoothing down the front of her gown, eyes snapping anxiously to the door every time she hears footsteps beyond it. Daniyah is asleep in the nursery, only just fed and put down by her mother -- she cannot bear to leave her care exclusively to a nurse -- but her thoughts are far from her daughter. They lie with her husband.

      It was not long ago that he found her grieving for their son in private, not long ago that he held her and consoled her and let her cry. It was not long ago that her heart began to stir for him.

      Though they are wed, she has always questioned their relationship. If he depends on her as much as she him. If he needs her as she needs him. In spite of this, never has she fully given him her trust, her heart. She’s never known if his affections and flirtations are tools used to manipulate her or if they are sincere. She’s never truly considered that they might be until now.

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