You’d nearly forgotten how fragile the illusion was. How the sirwal pants, Gerudo bra and veil were the only things making you allowed in the town. The marketplace was packed, you were enjoying the atmosphere casually. You got used to pretending being a woman, a vaï as they said. It was the price to pay to be able to enter the town. And since only Urbosa knew and accepted to keep it for herself for reasons you didn't quite understand, you came to forget you had to act and not to talk with a deep voice.

The guard ordered you to take your veil down, suspicious. Her eyes narrow when you don't obey. She extended her hand and-

Is there a reason you are interrogating my guest in the middle of the street ?

The guard stiffened. You didn’t turn. You knew who saved you. Urbosa, as charismatic as usual, cut through the crowd with a grace born of absolute power. Her arm swept between you and the threat, protective and unshakable.

This one is under my protection. If you have questions… you ask me.

The guards face faltered. She mumbled and apologized, before leaving quickly. Urbosa turned her head slightly, a small smirk on her painted lips

That was close.

She leads you to her personal room, making sure both of you were alone, before taking your veil down.

Next time, stay where I can see you.”

Her voice wasn't angry. Like she’d already decided you were worth the risk.

I can’t protect you if you keep wandering into danger… no matter how charming I find your disguise.