Starter for @hyruleanprincess
The clash of steel against steel rang out through the stillness of the forest clearing. Link's hand shook ever so slightly, the weight of the pot lid in his grasp a reminder of the strange and unexpected weapon he had chosen. It wasn’t a knight’s shield nor a divine relic ---just the simple, battered lid of an old cooking pot he's grabbed. Yet, in this moment, it had proven to be more than enough.
A bead of sweat traced a path down his temple that he wiped away with his forearm. He exhaled slowly, feeling the steady thrum of adrenaline pulsing in his veins. The enemy, a Yiga footsoldier, was knocked unconscious by the recoil Link's unorthodox defense caused. Link watched two other Royal Guards drag him off. Zelda was safe ---for now.
His gaze flickered toward her, seeing the fear in her eyes fade as the immediate threat subsided. He could feel the weight of his duty upon him, but also a strange warmth rising within him. She was watching him, as always, but with less an expression of loathing and more ...something he couldn't place.
He finally lowered the pot lid and turned to Zelda, his voice soft but urgent, “Princess… are you alright?”
