She is as wise as she is beautiful, her people say, and her beauty is surpassed only by her love of her country, her dedication to her land.
She wants to tell them that she is not wise, nor is she dedicated. She wants to tell them that she nearly destroyed the country she loves so well; that for seven years, she hid in shame and fear while the monster her deeds unleashed wreaked havoc on her kingdom.
None of them remember. There are days when she doesn't, either, when those seven years really are just a dream. The Hero of Time is just a fantasy, and Ganon a nightmare, and she is just a Princess, and not a Sage.
She knows it was no dream, because the Triforce of Wisdom burns in her: a reminder of that horror, and a portent of what is to come.
On nights when there is no moon, she can feel the oncoming storm- on dark nights, she can feel the wrath of the goddesses trembling in the air. She removes a set of clothing from its secret, hidden place and strips away the crown and the robes of her station. Naked, she is no longer a Princess or a Sage or a Leader- she is herself only, simply Zelda.
When stars provide the only light in her room, she wraps her legs in bandages and ties back her hair. She binds her breasts beneath the sign of the all-seeing eye and veils her face until there is nothing left of Zelda- not the Princess, not the Sage, not the woman.
There are nights when she can feel the fate of Hyrule in the air like a funeral dirge, awesome and inevitable. There is nothing she can do to prevent it.
On these nights, she becomes her own shadow, and stands vigil for a Hero who will never return.
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Ocarina of Time and Majora's Mask really drive home the fact that Link's life sucks immensely- but things can't be a whole lot better for Zelda.
Anyway, crossdressing makes everything better, even when you're facing the apocalypse and your boyfriend is missing and presumed dead. (Genderfucked!Zelda is, quite possibly, one of the sexiest things ever.)
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