|| @deammortale liked for a starter a very long time ago. ||
Life continued on after the war.
It seemed impossible for anything resembling normalcy to return following the defeat of Calamity Ganon and his supporters. There was too much discovered, too much which had almost been lost. Yet life continued on, resilient as ever, and a new sort of normal was slowly established. Zelda took breakfast and dinner with her father on most nights (something she couldn’t recall doing even as a child) and Terrako, upon being rebuilt, was scarcely far from her side, the sound of beeping ever echoing down the castle walls. She still prayed at the springs. It felt like bad luck to stop.
Unfortunately, returning to routine also meant that Urbosa was once again confined to her duties in Gerudo, and so she (along with the other Champions that Zelda so fleetingly met) were gone, their roles complete and honor won. It was unlikely she would see most of them again outside of another threat against Hyrule or a Royal celebration, such as a wedding—
Zelda breathed against the thought, and turned to the builder on her right.
“Are you certain this pool resembles those in Zora?” she asked, gesturing to the round inground pod soon to be filled with water. “Princess Mipha will be comfortable in it?”
“Yes, Your Highness. This design is a replica, approved by Zora’s own advisors.”
“Everything should be ready within the hour, Your Highness.”
With a short nod, Zelda thanked him, and strolled out of what would soon be her bedroom in two weeks time. She met with a servant on flowers, with the chief on a menu that catered to a Zora’s diet, and with the tailor for yet another dress fitting. Preparing for a war had been time consuming; being engaged, as it turned out, was not much different.
Admittedly, it was ill of her to compare her arranged marriage to a bloody battle in any sense of the word. Princess Mipha seemed as though she would be nothing but kind from the one meeting they’d had to confirm the match. She was clever, poised, and graceful, and had the love of her people. There was little doubt that she would win over the hearts of Hyrule’s citizens, too.
Though, when it came to Zelda’s...she simply didn’t know. Hylia willing, their marriage would at least hold a pleasant friendship, if nothing else. Presuming that Zelda could keep her bride happy while being so far away from the only home she had ever known.
“Your Highness, King Dorephan of Zora, Princess Mipha of Zora, and Prince Sidon of Zora have arrived.”
She supposed the work would now begin.
The two families met over refreshments meant to ease the Zora’s from their long journey, but it also had the delightful benefit of keeping both hands and mouths quietly preoccupied as they eased into comfortable territory. As King Dorephan and King Rhoam began to discuss possible road plans for the future, Zelda turned her attention to Mipha with a soft smile.
“Are you tired from your journey, Princess?”
