Zelda looked out at Hyrule as the sun was setting over the fields. She brushed her hair down as she was undoing her headband braids and taking her diary out. She sighed, a little too dreamily as she heard her father knock on the door. "Zelda, what are you thinking about?" Rhoam goes.

"Nothing father, just about my sealed powers." She answered. She was thinking about the Yiga who saved her, is name Link. He was, slightly dreamy but there was a fading scar under his lips, possibly from an attack. Zelda waited for him to leave as she grabbed a pen and laid in bed, her knees up as it held her diary as she wrote. She heard a slight noise and got up, closing it with the pen placed in. "Hello..?"

"Princess?" The Yiga male appeared as he was only in a red and black shirt with matching pants, his face showing. She gasped softly as he had a bandage over his forehead, his bangs laying over the blood cover white. "Don't worry much," he said as he sat on her chair from the vanity, looking at her.

"What happened?" She got out of bed in just a nightgown, going over to him and looking it over. "Did, the Yiga punish you for letting me get away?"

"Not quite...yes. It's no big deal, it always happens." Link replied as he took his top off, showing more off. A scar over his shoulder, near his hip, and one over his stomach. "Cause I have a soft heart to not let others die unless they have to. Zelda, I honestly hate the Yiga and want to get out of it but I can't or else I'm chased down and killed."

Zelda gasped as she placed a hand on his shoulder, looking nervous and scared for him. "It's, my fault that you are hurt-"

"Don't blame yourself princess," Link chuckled a little. "There is no need to. I told you, it always happens." He honestly enjoyed feeling her hand and placed his own over hers. "You just, looked a little cute when nervous."

"At least you finally have someone to care about," Zelda smiled. She stood up and stood him up. "I want to show you something."

Link was a little curious as he followed her out of her bedroom as she walked outside, going up the steps to her study, wearing a wrap over her shoulders. He watched her unlock the study door and walked in, him following as she lit a candle. "I, was always in here with my mom as we researched on Guardians and the Divine Beasts." Zelda explained as she showed Link some of her works on the Sheikah Slate.

"This, is pretty cool." He admitted then saw her uneasy.

"Are you gonna tell anyone?"

"Of course not." Link answered. "Why should I tell them? I never tell them anything."

She giggled and smiled. "That's why I was glad you saved me. You betrayed your own kind for a girl like me."

"Zelda, what are you doing?" Rhoam walked in, seeing Link and Zelda sitting together. "A Yiga!"

"Father no-!" Zelda was pushed out of the way as Link disappeared, the king cursing as the princess looked down. "Father, why?"

"He is a Yiga, Zelda! Head to bed." Rhoam ordered, blowing the candle out as Zelda hurried off to bed, locking her door and laying in bed, upset. She saw her diary and grabbed it, furiously writing as tears ran down her face, a teardrop hitting the page she was working on. Her father didn't want them to be talking even if he is a Yiga. He could be trusted at least, won't tell anyone else. He must of been a quiet boy due to the older scars that looked like they been there for years. She finished her entry and closed it up, locking the locket with a key she has around her neck, placing it on the nightstand before laying down.

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Link was getting backlash as he was preparing for bed, placing his Demon Carver away on the weapon rack as he saw a few of the brutes place their Windleavers on the rack, him quickly getting away and down to the sleep area, laying on his bed as he wanted everyone to leave him alone. Except Zelda...she actually made him feel belong and right. The Master said he was special but he was possibly being used for a special assignment. Link was nervous as he laid awake, thinking about it. What could he do? Steal the Thunder Helm, be used to kill Zelda or the Champions, or worse...