The kingdom of Hyrule slept beneath a silver sky, its sprawling fields bathed in the hush of moonlight. Crickets sang a quiet lullaby across the grasslands, and a breeze carried the scent of lavender from the castle gardens. You stood at the edge of the courtyard, the cool stone beneath your slippers doing little to ground the storm within you.

Your hand drifted to your abdomen. It had only been a few days since the nausea, the strange fluttering fatigue, and the unexplainable tightness in your chest. You had first dismissed it—stress, you told yourself. Stress from the council, from the recovery of the realm after yet another skirmish with the forces of darkness. But the whispers of your body would not be ignored. So you visited the healers in secret.

They told you, with careful eyes and trembling smiles, what you somehow already knew.

You were pregnant.

Now, under the cloak of night, you waited atop the hill you and Link had always shared—the place where wildflowers bloomed regardless of the season and the stars seemed to linger just a bit longer.

You heard his boots before you saw him, the soft crunch of grass beneath familiar footsteps. When he appeared over the crest of the hill, it was as though the world itself took a breath.

Link.

His blue eyes softened when they met yours, his ever-present sword glinting faintly at his back. He sat beside you without a word, brushing his shoulder against yours in a way that spoke of comfort, not necessity.

“So…” he finally said, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “What did you want me here for?”

Your heart caught.

For a moment, you hesitated. You looked out over the hills, where the kingdom stretched like a sleeping beast beneath the stars, your kingdom—his kingdom too now. There were so many ways you could say it. So many ways to change everything.

But in the end, you spoke plainly, the way he always preferred.