Chapter 13 is here today! In this chapter, Zelda sorts through a series of fallout and messes with every man currently taking up space in her life.

(Oh, and also Link reveals himself as a Twilight Princess favoritist).

When she rolled back again, morning had properly arrived. She hadn’t seen his office in the light of day; the red rug and matching silk curtains with their Gerudo scrollwork and decadent tassels seemed to make the entire space glow. Ganondorf was at his desk as he’d been the last time she’d checked, but now with a freshly starched shirt in a shade of charcoal. A bold contrast to his preferred white, proclaiming across the chamber that “yes, I did get up before you.” He sipped coffee while his pen sailed over documents, and she noticed that half of breakfast was waiting on the dining table, absent the two double old-fashioned glasses they’d forfeited before bed.

“What time is it?” The Songbird asked, her voice croaking out like she’d adopted Link’s pack-a-day Dondon habit.

“Much earlier than you’re normally out and about, little owl,” he said without so much as hesitating in his writing. 

Well. She couldn’t argue that.

“But now that you are,” he continued, dramatically capping his pen, “we can have a focused discussion on the division of your accommodations and workspace.” He leaned back in the chair, twirling the pen between his fingers—freed, she noted now, from the confines of his black leather gloves. “The east wing chamber is convenient, and a straight shot from Vices. It is also pre-stained with the stinking aura of abominations past. This makes it ideal for your operations, but unacceptable as a residence.”

“I find it acceptable,” she said, not because it was, but because she had been too agreeable already.

He flipped the pen, twirling it the other way while he regarded the unbrushed, unwashed, uncooperative mess on his lovely settee. “If it makes you feel better to argue, yes. Let’s say you find it acceptable. You don’t, and neither do I.” He set the instrument down on the desk like a final verdict. “I propose that you and yes, your noble hound, move to the North Tower.”

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For instance, nothing compares to the burning rush of endorphins from exercises like leg extensions or Bulgarian split squats for me. If not your full workout routine, would you mind sharing that small glimpse into it?

Ever grateful for your time,

Vinn

It is well that you are improving your physical self through training. One can always become more than they currently are, after all.

Know that were I to reveal one portion of my routine, it would undoubtedly reveal the rest. As you yourself have said, I keep my passions private, and will continue to do so.