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I have healed his every wound, and taken his every flaw, because he is who I fell in love with, and my heart belongs to him.ANALELE UNIVERSITĂŢII BUCUREŞTI LIMBI ŞI LITERATURI STRĂINE Despite my every duty as the heir to the throne, despite Link’s every fault, despite it all I’m going to choose to give in to my heart’s desires. I’ve fallen in love with a reckless Hylian, despite the world around me. I’ve fallen in love, Seggin, alright? And despite my endless respect for you and everyone else, I do not care anymore. He holds a blank gaze for the sake of keeping up a careful confidence, but every time I see him he graces me with a fantastic smile. But I have loved him all the same, because even after all these years, in his eyes is the same love and adoration that he saved for me and me alone. I’ve seen every scratch and bruises he’s taken from his childhood, and healed every scar and burn from his youth. Oh Hylia, I’ve watched his recklessness as he explores the world and the Domain with not a care in the world, other than satisfying a curiosity. I’ve witnessed the tenderness of his touch when he comforts those around him in his embrace. I’ve seen the strength and will that rests behind his blade when he protects the innocent. You may look at him and just see another Hylian, but I have watched Link all of my life. “Alright, yes! Link might be some of the things you say he is, but he is so much more. “We should hope that one particular beast appears tonight.” The summit of the snowy mountain divided the eventide with its presence. “Besides,” she returned her gaze to the sky. I am quite skilled with my trident thanks to your teachings.” She patted her weapon that lay beside her, its metal clinked against the rocks at her touch.

We don’t know what kind of monsters lurk in the sea at this hour.” Mipha turned her head back at him, a wry smile on her lips.

“Your Highness, you need not sit so close to the shore. Kneeling by its warmth, he looked up at her. The sergeant probed the campfire with a stick, fiddling with the charred wood. The moon was nowhere to be seen, the bay only reflected the silent stars, and the flickering orange light from behind her. It was a cloudless night, the stars seemed to twinkle restlessly in the air. The princess’ eyes were fixed on the sky, the sea breeze nipped at her face, causing her fins and jewelry to sway. Waves crashed against the ragged rocks, the white foam pooling near her ankles. In a few moments, the whole ocean would be washed by the cold of night. The last few rays of light shimmered like amber on the cool waters of Lanayru Bay. Just as the sun was swallowed by the sea, she rose to watch the horizon.

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