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Her Link to the past	By : Datsexypootisburdtho Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Views: 1106 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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That was the last time he ever played tag with the Skull Kid… it always ended badly and he usually ended up in some corner of the Lost Woods that even the Golden Goddesses did not know. “Oh who am I kidding… I’ll show up in a couple weeks as usual to hang out with the runt.” he grumbled under his breath as he stood up and rubbed at his back, before he looked around and started to feel… a little worried.

This place… looked nothing like the Lost Woods. Even with as strange as they could be, there was always some way to identify that you were still inside the borders of the bizarre forest, no matter how strange or alien the current environment was. But not here… as far as he knew, there were no ornate stone pillars in such pristine condition. Nor were there any buildings that looked like they had people actively living in and caring for them…

And there was certainly no overly-muscular man in some… odd bunny outfit? “Eh? Hmmm, don’t recall seeing you here before… did Arianna summon you recently?” … Arianna? Summon? His confusion must have been evident on his face, as the man turned around and bellowed in a loud, ringing voice that made him wince and clutch his ears from the volume. “HEY! SOMEBODY GO GET THE SUMMONER! WE’VE GOT ANOTHER YLISSEAN NEWBIE ON OUR HANDS!”

“... goddess, do you have to be so loud?” Link muttered as he rubbed his temples and glanced at his surroundings, and sighed to himself as he realized that he was well and truly not in Hyrule anymore. The big man just laughed and clapped him on the back, a gesture that was undoubtedly meant to be friendly, but nearly knocked him flat on his face with how unexpected it was.

“Ahhh, sorry bout that! I’m not exactly what you’d call ‘subtle’, so it’s a struggle for me to remember that some of the order’s got sensitive ears!” Subtle was the last thing he’d use to describe this man, yes. Though as Link started to really take in the people who had wandered over, including one rather confused brunette in a thick, hooded coat, he began to spot some rather… familiar sights.

“Uhhh, Bartre? I never summoned this man… there’s no record of him in the Breidablik, and I can’t feel any kind of connection between us.” Two blond brows arched as the woman began to inspect his form, and in the distance he could see a young man gesturing at a training dummy, and casting… Elwind? “No, no I’ve never seen this man before in my life. But he doesn’t seem hostile…”

“Listen, miss…”

“Arianna.” Well, now he at least knew someone’s name here… if he elected to ignore how the brunette had clearly said the name of the giant of a man to his right of course.

“Well then, Miss Arianna, I can assure you that I’m not intending on doing anyone or anything here any harm. I don’t even know where I am, or how I got here. Your ah, friend here,” he gestured to the back of the now-named Bartre, “called for someone to go get you like this situation has happened before. I take it I am far from the first person to show up here and have no idea where they are?”

Arianna chuckled as she waved the small crowd away, and motioned for him to follow as she began to walk towards a rather large castle off in the distance. “No my friend, you are certainly not the first one to show up in Askr with no knowledge of it. I dare say that I would be the first, but I’m not completely sure. I’ll explain once we get inside, then we can go about getting you situated until we find out what’s going on with your appearance here, ok?”

As it turned out, strangers showing up was the norm here in the Askran kingdom. What was odd however, was for one to show up without any sort of information or record in Arianna’s strange device, her Breidablik. Never before had he heard of such a tool, something that let one summon “Heroes” from across time and space, and have them be at one’s beck and call. The implications of that were… a little disturbing, but she assured him that the heroes in Askr had a say in fighting under her command.

“If they don’t want to be here, then I can send them back to their homeworld easily. If they want to stay but don’t want to fight, then they don’t have to. I’m not some tyrant who would use them as slaves.”

Her explanation soothed the worst of his worries, and he started to explore the new world he found himself in. The castle was… quite a bit bigger than it appeared to be on the outside, a phenomenon he wasn’t unfamiliar with, and so the Hylian occupied himself with roaming the halls for several hours. He wasn’t left completely to his own devices however, and found himself in the company of a woman named Elincia, from the land of Tellius.

“... and this man was drunk off of… milk?” Amber-gold eyes glanced at his face in bemused confusion, and Link chuckled at the memory of Gorman at the Milk Bar in Clock Town. “I must say, I’ve heard of several odd stories and occurrences in my time in the Order, but never have I heard of such a thing.”

“Oh believe me, even he was puzzled by it. I still never quite understood how it happened, to tell you the truth. But it does… make for… a good story.” His heart stopped beating for a moment, and his eyes were locked onto the sparring grounds as the pair passed by the open field. “... Ayra?” he breathed, ignorant to the concerned look his guide was sporting.

Long dark hair whirled about the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen as she bobbed and weaved between her opponent’s strikes, and her blade smacked aside what few blows she could not dodge. Her form was flawless, her skill otherworldly, and her power… “Let’s see how you handle this.” Was just as awe-inspiring as it had been when he was a child. Ayra blurred as she struck at speeds that were difficult to perceive, let alone parry, and her foe was sent flying from the ring with a pained groan.

“Gods… that was… a good fight, Lady Ayra.” The man winced as he shakily rose to a seated position, and accepted her offered hand up with a muttered thanks. His sword… it looked as if it was almost made of lightning, and he wondered how the sparks that ran along the blade did not set the scabbard alight as it was sheathed.

“It was, Ryoma. A little more practice for you to adjust to Rainjinto’s new strength, and I think you’ll be the one to send me flying next time.” she said as she turned with a small, barely-there grin, and froze as she laid eyes on him. Even with the distance between them, there was no mistaking him for a stranger, and Ryoma raised a brow as a shudder wracked her frame for a moment before she shook her head and loosed a deep, regret-filled sigh.

“Listen… Ryoma. As a favor from one warrior to another… could you go find Arianna and… tell her I’m gonna be busy for some time? It’s… a personal matter.” The princess murmured as she forced her mind to focus, and made her way towards the stunned Hylian. “Hey! Elincia!” Despite her current mood, a smirk formed on Ayra’s face when the Crimean royal jumped ever so slightly, and turned to face her with confusion clear on her face. “Would you mind… leaving the two of us alone for a while? I’ll show him around myself, if that’s why you were with him.”

… she wanted, so badly, to sate the burning curiosity in her heart and ask how it was that the Isaachian swordswoman knew the stranger to Askr, but even a blind man could tell that this was something private and deeply personal. “... no, no I wouldn’t mind at all. Sir Link, I bid you farewell. I assure you, Lady Ayra is quite capable, and you can rely on her for anything that you need.”

His mind barely registered her words, and by the time Link could consciously think again, he found himself in a room with the descendent of Od. Who had just locked the door, and leaned against it as if afraid she would fall without its support. For her to react this way… it had to be her. It had to be his Ayra, but… “... Miss Ayra?” he rasped in a hopeful, pleading voice as she slowly stood ramrod straight, and looked at him with a blank expression. She’d discarded her breastplate at some point, and a dull thunk reached his ears as she set her sword off to the side.

He vaguely recalled Elincia mentioning that Arianna could summon heroes from different times, different worlds, and the thought of her not knowing him… ‘Din, grant me strength.’ Long, powerful legs crossed the short distance between the door and her bed, and for all his courage, all his feats of otherworldly bravery, he found himself terrified beyond measure as she reached out and… cupped his cheek?

“Link…” she breathed, and his heart soared as tears began to leave his vision blurry. “What have I told you about using that word? What have you long since earned the right to do?” Oh Goddesses, it was her, it was his Ayra. A choked sob escaped his lips, and for the first time in far too long, Link buried his face in her chest and cried his eyes out. Her arms cradled his head closer to her body, and a small corner of his mind noted that with how her shoulders were shaking, that he wasn’t the only one shedding tears here.

There was so much he wanted to say… all the things that he could have, should have told her, all the regrets he’s carried ever since that day he let Sigurd chase him off back to Hyrule… “I should have stayed.” he breathed, and it was only thanks to her proximity that she heard him at all. A sharp, stinging pain on the back of his head was her reply, and Ayra lifted his head with a glare in her eye that made him feel like a kid again. Of course, her reddened eyes and puffy cheeks sort of ruined her attempt to be intimidating, but he wasn’t fool enough to say that.

“Why, so you could have died with the rest of us? You idiot!” she was tempted to slap him, she really was, but thumping the back of his head had hopefully been enough of a shock to his system. “There wasn’t a damn thing you could have done to stop Belhalla from happening Link, we were… we were all doomed the instant that bastard from Velthomer showed his true colors. For some of us… it was instant, others managed to escape and live on for a time before they were caught... “

Her voice turned melancholic and her gaze held more tenderness than he was used to seeing from the dark-haired swordmaster. “Please… please don’t ever say that again.” Ayra breathed as she pulled his head back into her bosom, and softly stroked his hair as the Hylian slowly loosed the emotions that had been pent-up for years. “If you had been there… gods, I don’t know what I would have done. It was you being far away from Jugdral that… that made things easier for me. Larcei, Scathach, Shannan, Seliph, even Oifaye,” she said with a touch of mirth to her tone, “and you being somewhere safe… it made facing it bearable.”

He wanted to respond, to say something as she held him and hummed a tune that had always calmed him after a nightmare back when he was a boy, but his throat betrayed him. All he could do was focus on calming down, and regaining control over his emotions. Which took him longer than he would have liked, but he felt as if he had a valid excuse. A shuddering, rasping breath escaped him as he finally pulled away from the comfort of her embrace, and allowed her to wipe the tears from his face.

“... one hell of a reunion, isn’t it?” Link muttered in a low voice as he sat back and just… drank it in. She was here, this was real and not some delirious dream or mystical illusion, she was safe… and he got another chance to be with the only woman he’d ever truly loved. Oh sure, he’d had his fair share of dalliances and crushes over the years, and trysts that stole his breath away and left him aching for more, but there was only ever one woman who held his heart.

“I’d say. All this time I’ve managed to keep my calm, collected persona up, and then you come along and shatter it like glass within five fucking seconds. Honestly, if you weren’t the man I loved, I might be annoyed.” His heart skipped a beat at her words, and a roguish grin that the swordswoman had only seen on him when he was a boy formed on his face. Gods… it had been adorable when he was younger, but now? Now… he was no boy. Link had at least a foot or more of height on her, and had grown from a slightly awkward, lanky youth into a well-built man with a face that did things to her concentration.

“... I guess that makes two of us who never really moved on then, doesn’t it?” A spark of desire glimmered in her eyes, and it took everything he had and more not to pounce her then and there. But first… first, he had a more important task in mind. “So… before we distract ourselves with that… shall we see just how well we match up now?”

Now it was Ayra’s turn to sport a grin that sent his blood thundering in his ears, and she stood from her bed with a grace so easy, so effortless that even the most skilled dancer to ever live would weep bitter tears of envy. “I thought you’d never ask. For as good as you were back then… you never managed to beat me. Even now, with Balmung at his disposal, Shannan barely manages to win every other spar. I hope you don’t expect me to go easy on you Link.”

The low, throaty chuckle that escaped him made her knees buckle for all of an instant, but it might as well have been forever for warriors of their caliber. “Oh, I’d be insulted if you did, Princess.” Gods… but had she missed him. Never in her life had she donned her armor faster than she had now, and after one last check to ensure her blade was secured, the pair departed from her room.

The blond was a little confused at first, as he followed her down the halls of the Order’s castle. While he was still extremely new to the layout of the fortress, he was fairly sure that this was not the path that led to her room. “Uhhh, Ayra? Aren’t the sparring grounds in the other direction?” Far be it from him to second guess a decision of hers, but paranoia was not something one set down easily. Even in mundane matters such as this.

“We’re not going to that ring. One, it is far too small to really serve as a suitable arena for our spar. You know how I am, if I’m in a ring then stepping, or being forced, out of bounds is either a point to my opponent or an instant loss. So I’m taking us to a place where we don’t have to worry about that. Two… I get the feeling this is gonna be an emotional event for us both. And do you really want strangers to see you like that?”

“... no. Not even if I was still as young and open as I was back then.” Even after he had grown and matured, compared to the taciturn and stoic woman in front of him, whom he knew could be just as passionate and fiery as someone like Lex given sufficient motivation, Link wore his heart on his sleeve. “Sometimes, I feel as if me being around you was the only reason anybody talked to you at first y’know?”

A bark of laughter slipped out as she opened a plain, inconspicuous wooden door seemingly at random, and motioned for him to step through. “Damn, so all I had to do to keep people from approaching me was to tell you to go away? I could have saved myself so many pointless conversations…” He arched a brow as a torch along the far wall lit up the instant his boot touched the stone floor, and another a foot to his left did the same. Soon, the entire area was practically as bright as the morning sun.

“... it wouldn’t have stopped Sylvia, and we both know that.” Link held his hand up to the crackling flame and hummed under his breath when he felt no heat from it, and ignored the muttered acknowledgement of his comment as he stuck his fingers inside the fire. “Sooo… any reason these torches don’t burn you?” He turned to see a deadpan, long-suffering expression on Ayra’s face, before she sighed deeply and began to rub at her temples.

“Only you. Only you would be a big enough idiot to walk up to a fire and think it’s a good idea to stick his hand in it. They don’t give off any heat, there is no glare here to get in your eyes at inconvenient times, bladed weapons hit like they were dulled, you can’t really suffer injuries here… basically, this is the room for a serious spar. Now that we’re in here, nobody else can come in. We won’t need to stop for food, drink, rest or other things... “

A chill ran down his spine as an oppressive, threatening aura made itself known in the room when Ayra, Astra’s Wielder drew her sword and threw her scabbard onto a lone rack behind her on the wall. “We could quite literally fight for days on end in here. And even if we did go for an entire week straight… once we leave, it’s like we never entered.” she settled into her stance, and the familiar anticipation of a fight seared through his body at the sight. This… this was going to be the best match of his life.

“So, let’s say we were walking with someone, went at it for a day or so, then left… as far as they would know, we entered and then left immediately after?” Link reached for the sword at his waist even as he set the Master Sword on another rack to his right, and pulled his trusty Hylian Shield from his back. It had been… quite some time since he’d used the Gilded Sword against another person.

“Yep. Now… once we begin, I am not going to pull any punches. I never have, and I’m not gonna start now. As far as I’m concerned… you’ll be just another enemy in my way, our feelings be damned. Got it?” That iron-like tone of voice had the hairs on the back of his neck standing up, and with a deep breath he readied himself and nodded. “Good. Don’t you hold back on me… give me everything you’ve got!” Ayra kicked off the ground with such force that the stone shattered like glass, and loosed a war-cry that had sent many men running for their lives.

One that was met with a shout of his own as his shield blocked her two-handed strike, and the battle was on.

How long had it been… how long had it been since she could really cut loose and come at a sparring partner with every ounce of ferocity she possessed? Not since that fight with Gawain, or Greil as he called himself now. When the man had been summoned to Askr in that odd getup for a festival, Ayra hadn’t known what to think of him. Then she’d seen him fight, and knew that a match between them both needed to happen.

It had been the best fight she had in ages, the older man moved like a fighter half his age yet his attacks were as precise as the world’s best Sniper. To say nothing of his sheer power, a trait he passed down to his son Ike. When she had found out that his sword arm was normally crippled, by his own hand at that, yet had been restored upon arrival to the world of Zenith, the Princess of Isaach wanted to weep and rage in equal measure. Then she discovered why he had done such a thing… and never questioned his reasoning again.

Then her nephew, Shannan, had arrived with Balmung in tow and a gleam in his eye that spoke of a maturity, of experience far beyond what she had last seen… and Ayra had him as her sparring partner every other week. He had grown into a very handsome man, and she had to admit that she found him quite attractive… but even then, neither of them could really strike with the intensity that was necessary in a fight to the death.

This was not a problem she faced with Link. The lack of familial connection, plus the burning desire to push him to his yet-unknown limits drove her to heights that Shannan never could. Every swing, every movement was made with one goal in mind, one single thought that served as her center amidst the raging storm that was Ayra unleashed. I will kill my opponent in the quickest, most efficient way I know how. Only here and now, in this place could she truly let herself go and not care about dealing more damage than she intended.

And the man in green opposite her was giving just as good as he got. His style was unlike any she’d seen before, a mix of Isaachian swordplay, Chalphan fencing, and crafty, slick maneuvers that were designed to strike at her vulnerable areas without hesitation. Good… he hadn’t strayed away from the pragmatism she had attempted to beat into his bones during his time with her in Jugdral.

Their swords clashed again and again, and she was impressed by how easily he would deflect or parry her blows with only one arm. That is, when his shield didn’t stop them cold and force her to leap away lest he land a punishing counter. It was… a little frustrating, how Ayra felt as if she could find a way past his blade once she adjusted to him, but that damned shield of his… it ignored her the way a mountain did the wind.

Without a word she rolled away from a lightning-fast thrust, and blurred into her Regnal Astra, every swing delivered with enough force and speed to make even that wretch Lombard feel it. Much to her surprise, Link hid completely behind his shield and abandoned any attempts to parry. Gashes appeared in the otherworldly-durable steel, and a fierce grin split her face as she pressed her advantage.

“First time I’ve, haah! Seen this shield take any, nnngh, damage!” That… was the wrong thing to say. Raven tresses flowed and whirled about her form as Ayra pushed herself just a little bit more, emboldened by his admission and ruthlessly hammering away at his defense. His sword was batted aside or helpless to stop her assault, and she knew it was only a matter of time before she succeeded in breaking that damn thing.

“What’s the matter?! Afraid to, fight with just a sword?” she taunted, and grunted as a sudden boot to her midsection sent her rolling along the hard stone floor. “I never did see you without one before, once that thing is gone your ass is mine!” … it really shouldn’t fill her with excitement, the way Link shivered at her words as she dove for him once again. They were fighting, not having sex. Not yet, at least.

And yet… there was something off. It was extremely subtle, to the point where she even wondered if it was a figment of her own imagination at first. But when the Hylian Shield took one blow too many to retain any meaningful use, and her foe was forced to rely solely on his blade… that was when she noticed. Link was fighting to keep pace with her, rather than fighting to win. Ayra saw red, and snarled as her fury smashed his guard aside and sent him flying into the far wall of the arena.

“Oooowwww… geez, I’m gonna be feeling that one in the morn-, hrrk!” With as much effort as one used for squashing a bug, she gripped him by the collar of his shirt and glared into his eyes with every ounce of anger in her being. To his credit, he did not look away nor did he flinch, but she did relish the way he paled and the audible gulp as the Hylian swallowed the lump in his throat.

“... what. Did I say. About holding back?” she whispered, incensed beyond words that he was not giving this fight his all. “You are not going to ruin this by not taking me seriously, Link. I told you, I fucking told you,” he winced as her voice increased in volume and pitch, but Ayra paid it no mind, “that I don’t want our emotions getting in the way! And yet, here you are, not giving this everything you’ve got!” she would feel bad about yelling so loudly and hurting his ears later, right now she was far too angry to care.

“I am! Dammit I’m trying to win here! Do you really think I would insult you like that, Ayra?!” Link shouted in her face right back, and her eyes narrowed even as her grip slackened. He was telling the truth… as far as he knew anyway. Lying never had been his strong suit, in fact she’d have called it a weakness but that was a discussion for another day. No… no, there was something else in play here. “You’ve always taken training more seriously than I do… and you’ve always been better than me. Even after all these years, the gap between us has only widened instead of shrinking.”

… could that be it? No, surely something that simple couldn’t be the reason behind his restraint. Right? Then again… her brother Mariccle had always said that the simplest solution was right more often than not. “... who’s the best fighter you know?” Ayra asked with a much calmer voice as she set him down beside the damaged wall, which even now was slowly repairing itself. Another facet of the strange enchantments laid upon this room. “Don’t look at me all confused, it’s a straightforward question. In your mind, who’s the best fighter you know of?” It was like a dagger to her heart, the way he slumped against the wall with a look of despair marring his features.

“... you. It’s always been you. When I pictured someone strong, someone who would never fail or suffer defeat, you were always the one who came to mind. When I would train, it was you who I would try and surpass. You were… always protecting me, Ayra. I just wanted to be someone who could stand at your side, as an equal at least, and be the protector for a change.”

… gods, it really was that simple. And yet, it was not going to be an easy problem to solve. “I think… I see what your problem is. You built me up as this untouchable figure, this pinnacle of swordsmanship that you convinced yourself could never be reached. If I was this flawless benchmark… what hope did you ever have of pushing yourself far enough to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with me?”

Once again, she reached out and pulled him into an embrace and rocked back and forth, and wondered just how badly losing her had hurt him. “You wanna know… what I think?” Ayra murmured into his ear, and waited for him to hum in acknowledgement before she continued. “I think… you reached my level a long time ago, and surpassed me already. But because you kept telling yourself that I’d have done it better, or had an easier time of it… you couldn’t really let loose against me.”

She pulled back and was pleased to see a thoughtful expression on his face, instead of that look of pain and loss that had been there a moment ago. “There are… numerous worlds out there Link, and I don’t just mean the places that Arianna summons us from. Sometimes we have to go and make little excursions into those worlds, to stop people who would… change things for the worse. In one of those missions… I met my kids. They knew you, and told me all the things you did during the rebellion against the Empire… Link, I wouldn’t have been able to pull half of them off.”

“... really?” Good… he wasn’t dismissing her out of hand. Whether or not he was agreeing with her was another story, but this was a start at least. “Larcei and… Scathach talked about me?” A dry little chuckle slipped out as she sat down beside him, and leaned her head on his shoulder.

“Yeah, getting them to shut up about you was the trick. I swear, those two were more interested in telling me about you then they were seeing their mother for a little while.” Ayra drawled and smiled when a soft laughter left her current head-rest, and the two simply sat there for a few moments. She was content to just enjoy his company, the sound of his breathing and his scent, while Link contemplated the things she had just told him.

“... you may have a point. I… Ayra, I swear to you I really was trying as hard as I could, but… I’d put you on such a damn pedestal that I couldn’t fight you the way you wanted me to.” Her hand found his and gave a soft squeeze, and she stood to her feet with a look of warmth that precious few people ever had the chance to see. “But… I, I think I can… I don’t know but, I’m ready to try again, if you’d like.”

Ayra smiled and pulled him to his feet, and huffed when she had to crane her head up just to look him in the eye when she’d pulled him to his feet. “Sincerely, nothing would make me happier. I told you already, you can’t really injure someone in here… and the pain is dulled quite a bit. You can hit me, Link. I’m not gonna break.”

“Gonna be hard to hit the woman I’ve lost my heart to.” And yet, she mused with a tinge of pink to her cheeks, he had no problem kicking her halfway across the room. She turned and walked back to her original starting point, and watched as he reached into the pouch at his hip and pulled out a shield of gleaming silver, several sigils and runes etched into the surface with a brilliant ruby-red for its border.

As he reached for the Master Sword and paused for a moment, the Princess of Isaach took a moment to focus herself once more. This… was going to be a great deal more intense than before, and she’d already had to push herself a good bit to win round one. Round two… would not be so easy.

She saw broad shoulders rise and fall as he breathed deep, and slowly he turned to face her with sword and shield in hand. ‘His eyes… gods. This is it, I’m gonna have to push myself to the limit and beyond if I want to last more than five minutes.’ Link had always had the most welcoming, friendly blue eyes she’d ever seen. He was always ready to lend a hand to any who asked for it, and he truly was a Hero in every sense of the word.

This was not that Link. The way her children had described him… it was as if he turned off his emotions and became a one-man walking slaughterhouse. A shiver ran down her spine, and much to her delight, Ayra recognized it for what it was. She was facing an opponent she could not beat, and every slow, steady, deliberate footstep brought him closer and closer to where she stood in wait for his imminent assault.

“... here I come, Ayra.” Gods, even the way he rasped her name did things to her mind! And speaking of her mind, it screamed at her to move as he almost vanished from her sight, and she whirled around to meet him head on, just like every other challenge in her life. The clash of blades had her arms shaking with the strain it took to hold him at bay, and with a cry he pushed with his shield and sent her skidding across the floor.

Oh… oh Shannan was going to be so upset that she had found a new sparring partner…

… suddenly, he could see what it was that she was talking about as she kicked off the stone once again, the grooves her boots had made already mostly repaired. He hadn’t been treating her as if she was an enemy to be defeated, and crushed with no hope of getting back up. Ayra blurred once more into a Regnal Astra, and he just barely saw a grin so intense it worried him a little bit as he stepped forward to meet it, both hands on the Master Sword and his shield put away for the moment.

The sound of steel-on-steel was deafening, and would have broken the concentration of any lesser fighter. But not these two. They both easily ignored the noise and did it again, and again, with each successful parry bringing him an inch closer to truly figuring the technique out. And she knew it, but had little choice in the matter. Until she dropped into a roll and lashed out with a kick aimed for the back of his knee, instead of trying to break through his guard.

He hissed in pain as it landed, and his arm snapped down quicker than a bolt of lightning to grab hold of her ankle. Link turned and threw her towards the same spot he’d crashed against, and leaped forward when Ayra caught herself on the wall just barely, before she jumped away and rolled to her feet.

It was just barely fast enough. Earlier, his style had been like… like the adaptability of water. It could take on many forms, and was more powerful than it may seem. But now? As his shield smacked away her swings with a contemptuous ease and his sword damn near caused her grip to fail with every parry, it called to mind the raw strength of water.

A surging, roaring flood can claim many lives and swallow entire homes before it comes to a stop. Every block and parry jarred her bones and made her wonder just how much he had been truly trying before. Soon she was having to put the same kind of energy she used for her Astra into her arms just so he didn’t knock her sword from her hands, and even that seemed like a temporary solution at best.

She rolled to her left to try and give herself some space, a moment to breathe and think on how she could get out of this, but that too ended in failure when Ayra rose just to have his boot slam into her stomach once again. It… it really shouldn’t have brought her this much unabashed joy to be thrown around and beaten like this, but the swordswoman could not help it. Ever since she’d met him and taken him under her wing, this was what she one day hoped to see.

Even as a child, Link had been absurdly strong, fast, and surprisingly hard to truly hurt. Oh sure, he still claimed scrapes and bruises from rough housing or the occasional stumble, but never any real injury. And she was still somewhat convinced that he faked those to get the ladies in their little band to dote on him, herself included every now and again.

Her mind wandered as the fight continued, the clashing of blades a symphony for their ears only. How strong would he be in the future? If he could push her quite a bit as a scrawny little kid, then what kind of fight would he give her once he had become a man? Well, now there was an answer to that question at last.

The best fight of her life. Her arms were beyond sore, and her legs begged to be allowed rest. Sweat matted her hair to her face and neck, not to mention how her clothes clung to her body now like a second skin. Ayra was going to lose, there was no doubt in her mind about that. The only question that remained… was how much longer would she last, and how would it go down?

And Link delivered an answer to both of those at once. The Hylian met her charge with one of his own, trails of energy flowing behind both of their blades as they put everything into this last exchange. The floor warped and distorted beneath their feet with every clash, fragments of stone were kicked up and reduced to nothing in an instant, and when his shield finally stopped her sword cold, it was over for her.

A wordless shout escaped him as his shoulder smashed right into her chest, and Link tackled her to the ground and pinned her beneath his bulk. Her sword, scratched and notched beyond belief, clattered along the floor and came to a stop several feet away. Damn… the smiths were not going to be happy when she brought it back for repairs. Then again, they were never happy.

Ayra turned her gaze from the damaged weapon and looked upon the face of the man who defeated her, the warrior she had nurtured and mentored into the flawless swordsman before her today. She did not even flinch when the Master Sword was stabbed into the ground a foot to her left, and shuddered when those piercing blue eyes bored into her own dark grey. Gods… “You… really grew up to be one hell of a man, you know.”

His lips twitched once, twice, before the smirk came out in earnest and her heart melted at the sight. “Had one hell of a teacher. Ayra… I won.” Link breathed, as if he was saying it more to himself than to her. She reached up and cupped his cheek, and pulled his head down into a kiss that had been years in the making. It was a chaste, gentle thing, despite how badly she yearned for more.

“Yes… you did. Now… shall we do this here, or someplace else?” Despite his confidence, his face still flushed a deep red at how blatant she was with her words, even more so when her leg slowly brushed dangerously close to his groin. “The choice is yours… you are the victor after all.”

The confident gleam in his eye faded and a more thoughtful, pensive expression took its place. Without a word he rolled off of her body, grabbed her battered blade and scabbard, and returned with their equipment. “What.. are you doing?!” Ayra yelped in surprise as he reached down and scooped her into his arms, carrying her like she was… she was his bride. “P-Put me down, put me down r-right now! Link! Don’t you step outside holding me like this!”

“Every man dreams of carrying the woman he loves to his bed at least once in his life… I never thought I’d get that chance. I’ll be damned if I don’t take it here.” … she would be upset at him later, but for now… well, if it made him happy… then surely she could deal with it just the one time. Besides… it was surprisingly enjoyable. Her arms slowly wrapped around his neck and she buried her blushing face into his shoulder, and prayed that the halls back to her room would be empty.

And for once, things went her way. Not a soul had been present as Link carried her though the castle, not that she would have known from her heart hammering in her ears from how embarrassing this whole thing was. Yet… it felt right. Natural, even. That young boy she met had nursed a crush so obvious even Finn teased him for it, and he could not see that Lachesis pined for him until it was almost too late.

At first, Ayra believed that it would fade with time, that it was just a boy entranced with the opposite sex as typical for his age. But as the years went by, and Link turned into an awkward teen with a lanky body that belied his combat prowess, it only grew stronger. And… she found herself sharing his affections. Despite the impression others received, she wasn’t that cold or uninterested in friends. It was just… hard for her to relate to others.

But with him it was easy. There was a childish air of sincerity about him that had intrigued her at first, but also a sense of maturity far beyond his years that made her stay. The fact that he had helped Shannan come out of his shell had only been a bonus. Then, as their journey went on and the dangers grew ever more severe, he had become the heart of their group, so to speak. No matter what they faced or how grim it seemed, Link never faltered and always met it with a grin. All of them drew strength from that, especially her.

Then… Sigurd had dismissed him. The same foreboding feeling that had driven him to send Seliph away with Oifaye and Shannan had pushed him into arguing with the Hylian until they were both blue in the face. Try as he might, the lord of Chalphy would not be ignored, nor would he be dissuaded from his decision, and her heart ached as Link boarded a ship with tears in his eyes. Sigurd had hated himself for chasing the young man back to Hyrule, but he couldn’t let him be caught up in whatever was coming.

A decision she was ever so glad for when the meteors began to fall two days later. For as much as they teased him for his lack of speed, Arden had been the first to react, shoving her out of the way and dying in her place. Ayra was already tired and weary from all the fighting up to that point, and after consoling Sigurd over Quan and Ethlyn’s fate in the desert, that she almost welcomed death. But the Princess of Isaach would not fall without a fight.

It was too late to gut Arvis like a fish for what he had done, but the soldiers around her made perfect targets for her blade. On and on she fought, tears of rage and sorrow streaming down her face as her friends fell one after the other, until her strength left her, and the world faded into sweet, blissful nothingness…

The void after death was… confusing at first. Her spirit was unmarred by injury and light as a feather, but there was nothing there but her and a strange glow. Time didn’t exist in that realm, and to stave off boredom she did what she’d always done. Train. Train, and come to grips with what had happened. Eventually, the formless gray gave way to the Isaach of her youth, where she found all of her loved ones that had passed on waiting for her.

Then there was a call for aid, a desperate plea for help, and she answered. Ayra had emerged from the shower of light Breidablik created to find Arianna pinned down by Muspelian forces and helpless before their might. And she’d served the brunette ever since. It was still hard to make friends here in Askr, but life… was good now.

Then Link had shown up and thrown her emotions into a whirlwind she barely kept a lid on. Even now, as the sound of her door opening jarred her from her thoughts as he pushed it closed and turned the lock with a click, it was hard to pin down exactly what she wanted from him. Well, what she wanted that wasn’t already given of course. As he sat down on her bed, Ayra slowly rose and gave herself a quick once over, before she wordlessly made her way into the small bathing chamber attached to her room.

He watched her go with a curious expression and wondered what exactly she was up to, before the sound of running water reached his ears and a little grin formed on his face. She wouldn’t be long, that woman did everything quickly. Sometimes he swore that she could get as much rest in three hours of sleep as anyone else could from eight. And so Link busied himself with setting their weapons to the side, and huffed in annoyance when he inspected the damage done to his Hylian Shield.

“Did you really… have to go and break it?” he mused aloud when the door opened, and the heated air filled the room from her exceedingly-quick bath. “Getting this thing fixed… is gonna… Farore.”

She’d already stolen his heart years ago, now she had to do the same to his breath? A small tinge of pink colored her cheeks as Ayra stood before him, arms held at her side and body bared to his gaze. Large, perky, supple breasts rose and fell as she breathed and forced her nerves to cooperate. His eyes traveled down and a shiver ran down his spine at her smooth, toned waist and the defined muscle there. Her long, luscious legs went on forever it seemed, and it should not be legal for thighs to look so good, yet here she was in defiance of that notion.

Her core had already begun to leak arousal down said thighs, and they brushed together as Link greedily drank the sight of the goddess before him in. “Do you… have to stare…” she murmured, and sat down on the bed as he shook his head and chuckled in that low, throaty tone once more, but this time there was no hiding the effect it had on her. It was… a damn good thing she was already sitting down.

“Hey, you stick a guy’s first love in front of him after he’d lost her for good, and she’s not wearing anything? I think you’d be insulted if I didn’t gawk a little bit.” … she would, but that’s another story for another time. He joined her on the bed, and paused when Ayra shot him a look before he could do more than reach for her hand. “... you’ve got that ‘you’re being an idiot’ look on your face again. I don’t like it.”

“You’ve still got your clothes on dumbass. At least lose the damn shirt.”

… it was then he remembered that the vast majority of the time she gave him that look was justified. Reluctantly, he reached up and removed his hat to place it aside and watched with a flat expression as she snatched it and tossed it off to a corner of the room. “I hate you sometimes.” The smug little grin on her face was more than worth the strange feeling of having his head uncovered, and no sooner than he pulled his head free of his shirt did she lean in and kiss him.

Slowly, as if he would forget how to function if he moved any faster, Link dropped his shirt to the floor and returned her kiss, and let her push him onto his back as she straddled his waist. Din… how many times had he dreamed of this? Ayra naked on top of him, her tongue inside his mouth… it was better than even the most vivid of fantasies. She moaned against his lips as his knee brushed against her core, and drew a small hiss from him as her nails slid down his chest.

His length had started to poke her backside now, and a roll of her hips elicited a sharp gasp as her sex ground against his manhood. Geez… she hoped he hadn’t gone and laid with another woman in the years they’d been separated, she didn’t want the hassle of keeping him to herself.

“... please tell me you don’t have a girl back home waiting for you.” The look was all the answer she needed, and Ayra breathed a sigh of relief as she sat up and started grinding her slit along his dick. “Good, I’d hate to have to go and stake my claim. I’d do it, but it’s just easier if I don’t have to in the first place.” White teeth nibbled on a plump lip as the cock beneath her snatch rapidly grew bigger and bigger, and there was a hunger in her gaze that worried him a little bit.

For once in her life, the Isaachian woman did things a little… slow. She eased her way down his body in a manner that should not have been as enticing as it was, and traced a finger along the growing outline of his length. Even such a small gesture as that felt so much more intense than he could have anticipated, and when Ayra gradually lowered her head to his groin and started to free his aching rod, Link felt like he was about to burst from anticipation alone.

Thwack!

Enchanting gray eyes widened with surprise, awe, and no small degree of incredulity at the audible noise that had just filled the room. She knew he was rather… well-equipped, but… but this was pushing it a little bit, right?! The slight sting from her cheek went ignored as the raven-tressed woman stared in naked astonishment, shocked by the sheer size of the cock resting on her face. Gods… walking would definitely prove to be quite the challenge after tonight, but that was a problem she looked forward to dealing with.

“... while this is doing wonders for my ego, I do hope you don’t intend on sitting there all night?” Ayra flushed a deep crimson as her mind was snapped from the phallus-induced trance it was in, and drew a groan from his mouth as she started to kiss and lick his swollen sack. It was… more enjoyable than expected, and after several moments that did not last nearly long enough in his mind, she rose from her position between his legs and silently dared him to make a comment about how his size had stricken her dumb for a moment.

“S-Shut up… I’ve never been slapped in the face with a dick before, ok?” her pride was going down in flames with no hope of ever getting him to let her live this down, but… well, there were worse things to endure. Besides, it wasn’t as if she did not possess her own means of punching straight through his armor, Ayra supposed she could let it slide just this once. But only this once.

As she straddled his waist once more, and suppressed the urge to smother him with a pillow upon seeing the shameless gleam of mirth in those depths of blue, the swordmaster noticed something else in his gaze. Beyond the tiny hints of ego that would need to be beaten out of him later, there was… more than a hint of uncertainty in Link’s eye. That wouldn’t do, that wouldn’t do at all. “Something wrong? Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet now.”

“That’s not it, I just… don’t know exactly how I want this to go.” Ahhh, indecision then. Her eyes rolled as she leaned forward and thumped his forehead, and smirked when the hesitation gave way to a very familiar, very much missed look of exasperation.

“Then I’ll make a suggestion. You’re pent up, and you really want this, right?” The fact that Ayra wanted it just as badly went ignored, and the deadpan look was all the reply she needed. “Then stop overthinking things, and just do what I’ve trained you to do when you’re not sure what to do next. Follow your gut and listen to your instincts. The ones telling you to leave my legs feeling like jelly.” his eyes clouded over with desire at her words, and a shudder of want ran down her spine at the naked hunger in his gaze. Good… it had been too long since getting up in the morning had been a challenge.

“... you sure you want it to go like this? Once I start… Ayra I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.” In a way, she appreciated his efforts to warn her, and even wondered if this was the best way to handle their first night together. But… the tenderness could come later, they’d had a good deal of that already. And with over a decade of emotions and desires between them both…

“I wouldn’t want you to stop anyway. You beat me in the arena… can you do the same in bed? Do you have it in you to make me submit, ‘Fairy Boy’?” Link had told her about Malon, how the farm girl had called him that on their first meeting and used it more often than his own name to the point where he thought she legitimately forgot what it was. But given how fondly he spoke of her, it was clear that she was a close friend, even if he hated that nickname.

“... you asked for it.” There was a need in his eyes, something feral… bestial, that made her wonder if this truly was the best course of action. Then he flipped her over and stuffed his cock down her throat, and all doubts fled her mind. Ayra’s head was left dangling off the bed as he fucked her face without pause, without care towards her comfort, and by Od did she love it. There would be ample time and place for them to make love later… for now, though, such things were not considered for even a second.

And after he saw just how her neck swelled and bulged with his length, that decision was further cemented in his mind as the correct one. Her throat gripped his cock tightly as his hips pounded away into the tight, wet heat of her mouth, and caused several extremely pleasing noises to slip out.

“Hrrrk! Mmmph! Hrrgk, glllg, gllrk, mmmph!” Breathing around his sheer size was a challenge, and if she was in control, Ayra likely would have not dared to try and take every last inch between her lips. If. It was the fact that she was not, and that her lover was using her mouth without a care in the world that excited her so much, that made her so damn wet that it was agony not to have his shaft buried inside her.

“All those years, all those desires and lusts that were pent up without an outlet, because there wasn’t a woman around who could measure up to even half of you…” Link gasped as his sack smacked against her nose again and again, and he wondered just how far she would let him go tonight. “If you can so much as attempt standing up in the morning, then I’ve made a mistake.”

‘Gods, he just had to say that didn't he!’ Ayra whimpered as her tongue traced every vein that it could reach on his dick, and her throat worked overtime to grip and cling to the very welcome invader as it increased in speed and force. Was… was he about to cum? Her heart leaped at the prospect as his breath came in increasingly-shorter pants, and she wondered just what he was going to do… pull out and paint her face and chest white with his load? Or make her swallow every last drop?

As it turned out, “both” was an option that was very much on the table. His hands gripped the mattress hard as he hilted himself in her mouth, and a veritable flood of seed poured down her gullet, headed straight for her stomach. Thick, sticky salvos of white-hot cum made her neck swell even more, and for a moment she feared that it might be too much for her.

Until he withdrew from her wet heat and allowed her free air at last, and Ayra inhaled sharply the instant his essence impacted her face. Her eyes closed as his cum stained her cheeks, chin, everywhere it could reach before Link laid his shaft on her face and coated her tits with his last load. Fuck… she wanted more of this already.

His breathing slowly came back down as the pleasures of his climax faded, and it was a damn good thing he’d turned away after he finished. As the sight of her licking her hands and fingers clean of his discharge would have made him explode again then and there. Without a word he yanked his pants down and threw them to the side, and adjusted her until she was no longer left to dangle off the bed.

Which was a good thing too, as with how he straddled her chest and wrapped her semen-slick breasts around his cock, it would have made things a touch inconvenient. The sound of his groin impacting her bosom was something he was already addicted to hearing, and with a wolfish growl he increased the speed of his thrusts. It was… insane, how good she made him feel, how even for all his stamina and endurance, he felt as if he was already about to experience his second orgasm of the night.

“... my nipples…” Link arched a brow when those words reached his ears, and even for his hearing it was hard to make out. Ayra moved her hands around her tits and helped pump them along his shaft, and mewled as her stiff nipples were finally, mercifully given attention. Light pinches, harder pulls, and agonizingly soft circles drawn by his fingers tormented her peaks, and a whimper escaped her lips as a thin trail of white began to leak down onto her waist.

“Milk? … you hid this from me all that time, really?” Link teased the furiously red woman as he slowly ceased his thrusts, and took a pert teat into his mouth to suckle on. All the while, a free hand crept down her waist and brushed over dark curls before slowly prodding against absolutely drenched folds. The reaction was immediate, Ayra’s hips bucked hard against his hand in a desperate attempt to feel it again, and loosed a long, throaty moan as two fingers easily slid inside her dripping channel.

Only to retreat, and then gradually enter her again. His thumb pressed down on her clit and toyed with her nub as he pulled his fingers away once more, and the descendent of Od wanted to scream. But her voice failed her, and all that came out was a pleading whimper as he tormented her sex. “Please... “

“Hmmm? Please what?” he spoke around her nipple as he drank her milk with a smug expression on his face, one that she wanted to slap and kiss off in equal measure. “You’re gonna have to be specific here… can’t help you if you don’t tell me what I need to do.” … the desire to slap him had only grown, and Ayra swallowed a lump in her throat as she weakly pushed him away from her breast.

The Princess of Isaach barely managed to roll onto her side as she shot him a pleading look, arms pillowed beneath her head and the cutest blush he’d ever seen coloring her face. “... take me, please. I… I can’t wait any longer… please, Link.” Well… how could he deny that kind of request? Who knew if she’d ever be this demure again in the bedroom…

“As you wish.” There was a slight temptation to grab and kiss the back of her hand, but that would likely be pushing his luck just a little too far. He liked his teeth right where they were, thank you very much. Link lined his member up with her entrance, before he paused and grabbed her leg, and laid it against his shoulder as he prodded her folds with his tip. “I’m not… gonna be able to make myself pull out Ayra, that ok?”

“Yes… I don’t even know if I can conceive here. But… if I can, there’s not a man I’d want besides you to father my children.” And there she went, making him fall just a little bit deeper in love. With how aroused Ayra was, pushing inside was easy. Inch after inch of his endowment vanished into her depths, and soon his base was flush with her skin. It was a painfully tight embrace, but one that he never wanted to leave.

The only thing that stopped him from thrusting away from the start, like he had with her mouth, was the way her brows and face had scrunched up as entered her. While he still planned on following through on what he said earlier, Link was not so callous as to force her to endure his movement before she was ready. He did want to do this again after all… hopefully every day for the rest of their time together, if he could.

“You can… start now, I think I’ve adjusted as well as I’m gonna without you moving.” Those gray eyes shrank almost comically as he retreated til only his crown remained inside, and she marveled at just how empty she felt without his presence right before he surged forward once more. Then she was amazed at how she could feel so full. Ayra rolled her hips against his, and tried to help establish a proper rhythm as Link began to settle into a steady pace.

There was still plenty of time left in the day to let loose, it wouldn’t hurt to take things easy for a couple of minutes. That is, if her walls weren’t currently driving him crazy. It was… rather difficult to keep himself restrained as his lover gradually grew more and more vocal with her pleasure, especially when a slight shift on his part resulted in contact with a certain little spot inside her, and her back arched as a silent scream forced its way out.

Even in her increasingly-hazy state, Ayra could pinpoint the exact moment his patience snapped, and he threw things such as “pacing oneself” to the wind. It was easy, as it coincided with her being picked up and pressed flush to his chest, with his hands directly on her ass as he pulled her down onto his cock once more.

“Fuck!” she cried out, her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs around his waist. Tears began to fall from her eyes as Link reached deeper than before in this position, and his dick pounded her weak spot again and again. She howled his name as the strongest climax of her life struck, and her walls seized and writhed around his shaft in an effort to milk him of his seed.

She wanted it… she wanted it badly, even if he might not be able to impregnate her. Plap plap plap, the sound of skin-on-skin filled the room as well as the scent of sex, of rutting, of fucking. Her lips found his in a half-hearted attempt to silence her mewls and whimpers, their tongues meeting in a dance that Ayra was far too gone to have a hope of remembering the steps of. But neither one of them cared.

Link broke the kiss to assault her neck, nibbling and sucking on the creamy expanse of flesh and leaving marks that would surely be noticed by the others. Had she been in her right mind, that would have earned a thump to the back of his head, but right now… she reveled in it. Delighted in it even, the slight sting of his teeth was just one more thing that made her love him even more.

“C’mon, c’mon! H-Hurry up and cum already! Breed me!” His eyes widened in surprise at her demand, and with an almost wolfish growl he pumped his seed into her waiting and welcoming womb, flooding her insides in a torrent of white that put his earlier climax to shame. How could he not, given what she had just asked of him? His swollen sack tensed and pulsed as it sent load after load inside Ayra, and already it began to prepare another as he pounded away at her tight pussy.

The sunlight through the window gradually faded into a pink glow of the sunset, and it found the two of them on her bed once more. She was on top this time, breasts swaying with every rotation of her hips as thick trails of cum stained her inner thighs. He’d lost count of how many times he’d released inside her, all he knew is that it wasn’t enough just yet.

She leaned forward and panted as his lips closed around her nipple again, once more drinking her milk even as he filled her with his own. The taste was better than anything Link ever had before in his life, even if he would never dare to repeat that around a certain ranch owner. “Y-You just c-can’t help yourself around m-milk, can you?” Her voice was weak and full of a lust that ran deeper than either of them could have predicted, yet still touched with a readily-apparent love for the man beneath her.

He didn’t reply of course, as that would mean wasting precious fluids, but Ayra didn’t need to hear words or even see him shake his head. She came again with a shiver and bit her lip so hard it was a miracle she did not break the skin, and wrapped her arms around his neck as she found herself on her back, her legs instinctively locked around his waist as he resumed their frantic pace. “I love you… so much.”

The light pouring in from the window was far too bright at this hour in his mind, and with mumbled protests he tried to sit up and pull the curtains shut. Only to feel an odd weight on his chest… Link’s eyes watered ever so slightly as he realized that last night was no dream, she was here… he had her back, and he would never leave her side again.

“... go back to sleep, it’s too early for you to be awake, sleepy head.” Warm, loving grey eyes peered through her lashes as she rested her chin on his chest, and absentmindedly stroked his hair until his head fell back onto the pillow. “We’re… gonna have a lazy day today, wanna know why?”

“... I thought… you hated lazy days.” Ayra giggled and gave him a small, tender little smile that made his heart skip a beat at the sight of it. Goddesses… he’d missed her so much.

“I did. Still do, but when you’ve been fucked to the point where your legs won’t even so much as twitch, they’re kinda forced on you.” Even after last night, her words still brought a little flush to his face, and her smile widened when she noticed the tinge of red on his cheeks. “But… I suppose I can just… sit back and enjoy this one, for a change. I can’t think of anybody better to spend it with, y’know.”

“... not even your husband?” Long, dark tresses tickled his skin as she shook her head, and her smile was replaced with a thoughtful expression as Link reached for the window and pushed it open.

“... no. I can’t even remember if I had one, to be honest with you. Nor who fathered Larcei and Scathach… but in the end, I guess it doesn’t really matter… you meant something else, didn’t you?” she asked as he sat up and kissed the top of her forehead.

“... yeah, I did. Ayra… let’s get married. I don’t think… no, I know I can’t go another day without you again. Not after I got you back.” … he blinked in confusion as his chest suddenly felt wet, and he glanced down to see her wipe away a tear as another one began to fall.

“... if you pick me u-up in f-front of everyone, I s-swear I won’t forgive you.” Ayra’s voice was thick and heavy with emotion, and the both of them knew that she had just lied through her teeth. “... I guess… I need to find a dress. And… oh gods, Ethlyn is going to be a nightmare.” Link tried to suppress his mirth, he really did, but when she glared at him with her face still wet from tears, he couldn’t help it. He laughed, he laughed until his stomach hurt and his new fiancee tried to smother him with her own pillow.

“It’s not that funny dammit! She’s going to be insufferable!” And yet, she couldn’t help her own laughter as he pushed the pillow away and pulled her close, thoughts of their future at the forefront of her mind. It was funny… yesterday, she had no plans beyond doing whatever task was required of her. And now…

Well now she had a life to live. Wasn’t that exciting?
This was a gift fic for a very good friend of mine, born off of several brainstorming discussions we had about Link in Jugdral. And honestly... I've fallen in love with these two now. Do not send help.
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