When you volunteered to be selected for the princess's bride, you figured you didn't stand a chance. You were among dozens of volunteers from far and wide. A zora had even ventured down river. You were a nobody. Not a knight or a hero or even an inventor but...Zelda paused when her eyes landed on you. She listened patiently to your name, age, and province of birth before nodding to one of the supervisors.

In a matter of days you were catapulted into wedding preparations. You were fitted for gowns and the ring. The planners organized a menu to your tastes. Then came the wedding which was even more of a blur. Province officials came to congratulate and greet. Some looking on in envy but most in hope. Zelda was a calm steady presence at your side, checking in on you occasionally but not forcing proximity. She knew she would need to earn an emotional relationship beyond the artificial one that had been thrust upon you.

Finally, you got to sit down in the Queen's chambers after it all but you still couldn't relax. Not quite yet. After all, you were expected to consummate the marriage. Zelda maintained a polite distance, watching your face for discomfort.

"Please, do not mistake this relationship. I do not expect to have any right to you physically or emotionally at this moment. Nothing will happen to you this night, I swear it. I want this arrangement to be built on trust. In time, I hope our feelings may catch up to our circumstances." Zelda reassured you.