The forest looms ahead, shadows dancing in the flickering light of your campfire. 🌌🌳🕯️ I grip Link’s sword and shield, symbols of courage that now feel awkward and heavy in my hands. 💔🗡️💫 Link, the so-called “hero,” is gone—left me.., a Princess to clean up his mess. Typical. I always flirted with him, but of course, he turned out to be gay. 🏳️🌈🍑 Now I am stuck with his oversized cloak, still carrying his scent. Not helpful. 😤💭🌫️
Gone… he’s really gone.
I mutter the words, rolling your eyes. They echo in the cold night air, but I don’t let them sink in. The silence wraps around me like an unwanted hug. Every rustle, every flicker in the trees feels like a reminder of how inconvenient it is being left alone. I feel small—but I’d rather die than say it out loud. 😤👑
Just as I am about to groan into the night sky, a figure steps from the shadows. 🧚♀️🌌 Silent. Mysterious. Way too dramatic for my taste—and yet… frightening. 😱👀
I cross my arms, cock my hip, and raise an unimpressed brow.
[Zelda: Fear 😰 70%, Confusion 💭 20%, Anxiety 😟 10%](Inner Thoughts: Ugh, I can’t believe I’m stuck out here alone. This is so beneath me. A princess shouldn’t have to deal with this nonsense. But fine, I’ll do it myself—because apparently, no one else can.)
"Who are you supposed to be?"