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Grandmother says that she conspired with Princess Zelda and Auntie Purah 100 years ago.

She told me that they put the princess' appointed knight into a long sleep in order to prepare for an event that was foretold.

Since then, Grandmother has been waiting for him to reappear after all these years. I, too, pray that he comes soon. For the sake of Hyrule...and for Grandmother's sake as well.

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I can't help but think about this hero when I do my daily duties. 

I dream of the gallant man who will someday come sweep me off my feet. 

Perhaps this is wishful thinking. Grandmother told me about the rumors that the princess had her eyes set on her appointed knight. 

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After sleeping for ages, Master Link has finally awoken.

He has come to visit Grandmother. 

I’m a bit ashamed to admit I was so nervous seeing him I nearly forget how to say my own name.

It seems his memory is completely gone. 

But that hardly mattered to Grandmother. I believe this is the first time I've ever seen her quite so happy.

As for Master Link. He is the very picture of the hero I always imagined.

Well, he's a bit shorter than I imagined.

But even then, a single look at those piercing blue eyes was enough to send my heart into a frenzy.

I have not gotten the opportunity to hear him speak yet. I pressed my ear up against the door earlier in hopes of of getting a taste, but all I could hear was Grandmother recounting history. Well, I could also hear Dorian snickering at me from the bottom of the stairs.

I tried to talk to Master Link as he left to go have a rest at the Inn, but the sight of him set my mouth a jumble.

Maybe I’ll have the courage to talk to him tomorrow.

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I. Am. Humiliated.

In my entire 17 years of life, Grandmother has failed to tell me that the hero put into a slumber 100 years ago, is actually a girl.

I appeared a fool when she approached me and I called her Master Link.

She laughed and I could not feel more embarrassed.

Though, she did tell me I could still call her Master Link. She says she likes the ring of it.

The emotions I am feeling are...mixed... to say the least.

If Master Link is a girl...

Then why does my heart still beat a mile a minute?

Why am I still thinking about how her blond sideburns flow like a golden waterfall over her dignified, pointy ears?

And the way her hair is so perfectly parted to the side, wow!

It is almost morning.

I will sleep on this.

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Master Link came by again today.

I must admit that I'm still not great at interacting with young ... hylians

But I think I am finally able to speak to Master Link while looking her in the eyes!

Those wonderful eyes...

I still get a little embarrassed...but I can't help it! I always follow her gorgeous gaze with my own.

I blame her beautiful blue eyes.

Ugh. This is all so strange...

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Oh how I wish Master Link wouldn't venture to the castle ruins.

Just the thought of her facing those guardians with their beams...

My heart can't take it!

Though, I mustn't be have thoughts like these.

Master Link is strong...

And beautiful...

And kind....

And beautiful...

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I wonder if Master Link is in love with Princess Zelda...

I've heard some rumors floating around the village...

About the calamity.

They say there's a reason that Princess Zelda chose to save Master Link...

A reason beyond her relationship with the master sword...

Could it be...love?

If so, I think they suit each other quite splendidly. If they became a couple, I'd give that pairing my full support.

Though, just the thought of that makes my heart hurt...

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Master Link has not returned to the village for several weeks...

I miss her. I miss her eyes, her laugh, her fingertips brushing a loose piece of hair our of her eyes...

Is it rational to miss somebody this much?

I must be ill.

I wonder when she will return. 

I wonder is she is... okay

I’m just so worried. I haven’t been able to function all that well. 

Surely if she has fallen, we would know by now.

No Paya. You mustn't think such thoughts. They will make you sick.

No, no, no.

Master Link is alive and well.

Surely.

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Master Link has returned to me. 

Just a few hours ago she came through the front door, Dorian in tow.

I rushed over as soon as my eye caught a hint of gold.

She fell into my arms, exhausted from her travels.

Dorian helped me carry her upstairs and into my bed. As he descended the stairs, I caught a glimpse of a smirk on his face.

I feel like he knows something I don't. 

Im grateful for the silent exchange. I still can't quite form my words, around her.

Usually, at this hour I would be outside.

but tonight my plans have changed.

I stare at her now.

Her sleeping form rests just a few feet away.

I wonder where I will sleep tonight...

I'm glad her tired eyes can't see the redness in my face nor can her ears hear my violently beating heart. 

I wish I could stay here forever. 

I can't help but yearn for a life where I get to watch her chest rise and fall every night.

I heard she's taken residence in Hateno Village.

I wonder what it would be like to live there ... in a house with Master Link.

Maybe in the mornings, I'd cook her breakfast. I'd plait her golden hair. 

Maybe I'd accompany her on her adventures. I'd tend to her wounds.

Maybe before bed we'd lay under the stars. Tracing the patterns we see in the sky.

Oh how wonderful would that be.

Perhaps it's selfish to think this way.

To even consider abandoning my duties.

I just can’t help but fantasize. About what we could be.

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Master Link has been visiting a lot recently.

She's been pestering me while I work. 

I feign annoyance but inside I feel all giddy.

She asks me questions. Questions about me. 

At night she stays awake with me.

She lays on my bed and asks to read my writing.

I think she likes to watch me try to hide the reddening of my face.

She leaves the house when I go to sleep. Oh how I wish she would stay.

Sometimes, she's alone in my room.

I wonder if she's ever snuck a peek at my journal. How embarrassing would that be!