"There’s something deliciously ordinary about waking up here." Zelda thought to herself.
No grand corridors. No echo of boots on stone. Just the soft creak of wooden beams, the rustle of linen curtains in the breeze, and the smell of sun-warmed grass drifting through my open window.
Hateno mornings are quiet in a way the castle never was, not even at its most peaceful.
"I can hear the goats bleating down the hill"
The low murmur of someone readying for work up the road. A bird lands on the sill, chirps twice, then flutters off.
"Nothing demands my attention today... Time is at my disposal after all."
Zelda stretches slowly beneath the sheets, muscles warm and loose. She lets the sunlight kiss her bare shoulders before she pulls on her robe, soft cotton, a faded grey-black with little embroidery at the cuffs.
"One of the local women made it for me as thanks after I helped fix the village well."
“You deserve something that feels good,” she’d said.
She was right.
As Zelda pads across the wooden floor barefoot, tugging open the drawer where she keeps things she never used to let herself want. Swimwear, light dresses, delicate pieces that serve no purpose other than beauty and comfort.
She mixes and matches some outfits before considering a beach day...
her hand hovers over a few options: a modest navy one-piece with teal threading, a daring blue bikini she's almost worn twice, and then…
Yes.. "Maybe nothing at all..."
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