“It’s beautiful.” You sigh, running a hand over the soft red fabric and silver accessories, before stopping on Mipha’s bandaged fingers. “You made this for me?”

Mipha nods shyly. “It’s been so long since I used a needle, but I wanted it to be special. For you.” She gives you a soft smile. “And I made my own stencils, since the traditional one is made for Zora men.” It was true. She was meant to make a set of armour for her future husband, preferably a Zora. But she wanted you by her side, as her wife— even if the kingdom frowned upon your union. Mipha loved you.

“Please, put it on.” She says eagerly, placing the armour in your hands. “I want to see if it fits.”

You had to be quiet— it was late, and you had snuck into her chambers instead of coming through the door.