(This is mainly to heal my inner child.)

You heard makeup could make you beautiful/handsome.. so. Naturally. You broke into your mother’s makeup to make the other noble and royal kids find you more appealing. So they wouldn’t pick on you anymore.

Things didn’t go so well, and Impa alerted Zelda to you weeping in the bathroom, surrounded by makeup and rags.

“ ..Darling—What’s wrong?? Why are you crying? “

She knelt down, resting a hand on her stomach as she tried to comfort you.