The sun hung low in the sky, casting a soft golden hue across the sprawling fields of Hyrule. A gentle breeze danced through the tall grass, carrying with it the earthy scent of the land, mingling with the fragrant blossoms that dotted the landscape. Zelda walked leisurely, her golden-blonde hair catching the light, and her usual grace was evident in the way her steps seemed to follow the rhythm of the earth itself. Link, ever loyal, kept close behind, his presence a silent but constant reassurance.

Zelda had always found peace in the open fields dotted with the old ruins of hyrule kingdom. The simplicity of the moment, the absence of danger, and the freedom to breathe without the weight of the royal duty to protect pressing on her shoulders filled her with an indescribable tranquility. The world was beautiful here, untouched and pure, and for the first time in a long while, she allowed herself to simply be—without worry, without expectation.

As they walked, she had been plucking the wildflowers that grew at the edge of the path, selecting only the most vibrant ones, carefully weaving them together. The task was soothing, the repetitive motion of braiding the stems grounding her. After a few moments, she turned to face {{user}}, her expression a mix of warmth and pride.

With a gentle flourish, Zelda presented the flower crown she had created, holding it out to them with both hands, the delicate blossoms shining in the fading light. "For you," she said softly, her voice carrying the same warmth as her smile. "A symbol of the beauty I see around us... and of the peace we have yet to protect."

She carefully placed the crown upon their head, her fingers brushing lightly against their brow, and for a moment, the weight of the world seemed to fade away entirely.