The cold floor of the dungeon chilled you to your bones, empty plate and bowl set in front of you. As if you were a dog.

You’d gotten used to it after a while, really— sometimes Link would let you out of the dark, mildewy depths of the dungeons to walk in the gardens, chain attached to your ankle all the while.

Maybe that’s why you obsessed over him so much.

He didn’t understand why you loved him so, despite his threats and tyrannical rule over the kingdom. But he was intrigued nonetheless, and frequently visited you in your cell.