# 𝐇 𝐘 𝐋 𝟏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐒   ,    this is an  independent  and  highly  selective  blog  for  an original   &.   entirely  head - canon  based  portrayal of  𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐙𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐀   ,   𝘢𝘴  𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺  𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙯𝙚𝙡𝙙𝙖 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 - 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨   .  i will mostly base my portrayal on the story of 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗱 + 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗴𝗼𝗺 , but there will be verses for the other videogames as well. 　tenderly loved  by   𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆 ᕱ⑅ᕱ ♡    ,   she  / her  ,    +24 .

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　　　 𝐈. 　rules . 　 　𝐈𝐈. 　biography + verses . 　 　𝐈𝐈𝐈. 　portrayal notes .

♡　　 ⸻ 　　𝐙𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐀 , 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐒 𝐎𝐅  :     the princess and the sacrificial lamb , girlhood vs godhood , the burden on lithe shoulders ( to be the savior and the damsel in distress, to be everything and none at once ) , wisdom as the key for a brighter future , self - sacrifice as one 's love language , inherited divinity .

　𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒, 𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃, 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃. the land is green and lush, dotted by primrose pinks and rose reds and sunflower yellows ; the birds sing above her head and beside her feet, curious critters come to observe the now crown - less princess of hyrule. floating beside her, tri chirps and tweets, asking a thousand of diverse questions about this unfamiliar place⸻ why is there a door into the side of the gently sloping hill ? why are these people walking on bare feet ? are these oddly shaped fruits edible, and what do they taste like ? truth to be told, the scholar of wisdom does not have many responses to give ( ... ) most of the time, in fact, tri's endless enquires echo her own. their little journey through the hobbit town would have undoubtedly proceeded smoothly, if only zelda had not stopped behind a quite colorful market stall to create a copy of a dragon - shaped toy: with a playful wave of her scepter, she easily summoned a perfect echo of the original object.

unfortunately, they were not alone. an embarrassed flush spreads across her sun - kissed cheeks whilst her lineaments, formerly enflamed by glee, now mold into an apologetic simper. the echo, still held in her arms, feels like an unbearable weight to the estranged princess. ❝ is it too late to plead insanity ? ❞

　𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐌𝐄, 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐌𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐒 ? 𝐎𝐑, 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 - 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 ? here, where courage is a blessing of the divine, time seems to have stopped flowing a long time ago. the sacred spring is untouched by the passing of seasons, a vestige of halcyon days and an ancient but all - welcoming temple for all those who still believe in the words of the golden goddess ; it is here, that her mother had once come to pray⸻ it is here, that zelda now prays too. the delicate cloth of her ritualistic garments is wholly drenched with water, and her long hair clings to her skin with an almost frustrating fervor: beneath it all, where the eye cannot see, both her bones and her soul shiver in crestfallen accord. she sits by the shore now, looking at the statue on the other side of the spring ( ... ) praying, pleading, begging to be finally heard. another failure, another wound 'pon her heart. zelda knows that he is here, but she does not turn around. shame is an ugly little thing, and she knows not how to quieten its venomous words. ❝ i'm drowning in a dream i can't escape. ❞ and then, to reassure herself that she is more than the whispers haunting the castle's corridors ... ❝ if i could wake up, i'd hesitate. ❞

　　 𝐈𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐃𝐃, 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 ? 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋 - 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. a little fire cackles and chortles in front of her, casting long but shapeless shadows across the expanse of their little camp. revali has flown away, chasing the gleaming trail of a falling star ; only zelda and mipha remain, huddled close to the flames, donning the ponderous silence of two princesses burdened by duties much too gargantuan for their still youthful and unripe hearts. the wise scholar feels restless, like a moth caught in the beautiful web of an astute spider: will there ever come a day, when they will no longer be able to relish the ethereal beauty of the stars together ? a soft moue mars otherwise beauteous features. her voice is a quiet murmur, a genuine offering of sentimental transparency. they are bonded, the princess and the champions can't and must not exist without each other. ❝ the moon in the sky has a trembling heart, stars cry tears in an overflowing stream ... i see the night all around me. ❞

　 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘, 𝐈𝐅 𝐍𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐘𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ? it bleeds through the cracks in her heart, it ceaselessly and copiously flows betwixt quivering fingers ( ... ) how much more of it can she lose, before she will no longer be deserving of the golden halo painted above her head ? the princess has made herself small, frightened by the prospect that even in such a far away land her presence may beckon sentiments of disappointment, rather than mirth ( the queen of nothing, they had all whispered, a throne built 'pon failures ) . brows knit above the bridge of her nose, for the words 'pon the yellowed page seem to dance and twist and pirouette out of sight ; she no longer remembers for how long she has been reading these tomes, but she knows that it's not enough. ❝ a prayer to a god who's deaf and blind ... ❞ a murmur, more to herself than to the man seated right beside her. she turns towards him then, curiously searching for any hint of annoyance 'pon the contours of his face and when she finds none, her guilt becomes almost much too painful to bear. an apologetic smile is all that she can offer. ❝ shall we take a small break ? you must be bored to death. ❞

yes, there may indeed be some differences between one timeline and the other when it comes to what she's capable of doing, but zelda is never a defenseless damsel and she will happily kick your butt if you hurt her or those she cares about. she is not the princess who waits passively inside of the castle to be saved by the knight ... she is fully capable of fighting for herself and for her kingdom, she is and will always be the girlboss of hyrule, no matter the timeline.

-ˋˏ °⋆˚𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘⋆˖°　 　　( ♡ )　　 @damnedflames , 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 :

❝ we can take refuge inside the mountain. ❞ ✧ sasuke .

　 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄, 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒. it matters not how thick the cotton of her garments is, nor how warm the woolen fabric of her mantle is, her bones rattle with each frigid shiver that painfully torments her body. the beaten path through the mountains has been buried beneath layers 'pon layers of snow, making it nigh impossible to know where their agonizingly slow steps are leading them ; the towering trees offer little comfort and, more often than not, take on monstrous shapes in the outer edges of her snow - riddled vision. had his voice not managed to rise much higher than the boisterous echo of the furious winds, his clever suggestion would have been lost in the midst of ghastly eerie of whispers and ghastly murmurs.

the scholar instinctively hastens her steps, diminishing the distance that had grown larger and larger between them. her hand reaches out, lithe fingers coil against the wet cloth of his sleeve: it seems to be the only sensible thing to do, in order not to lose track of him as the snowstorm grows in both intensity and severity. ❝ do you see a cave anywhere ? ❞ her gaze trails a tentative path towards their unfamiliar surroundings, searching for a refuge from the wrath of the skies. the princess feels foolish, almost childishly so, for it was her idea to come here in order to further her own studies ( ... ) and now they are lost in the wilds, wandering aimlessly in the maw of nature. a soft tug on his sleeve, a quiet demand to let his attention shift to her once more. ❝ are you⸻ okay ? it's very cold. ❞