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Only the soft sound of a brush on canvas could be heard when Link glanced through his lashes towards his inspiration and muse:
Zelda.
He had filled sketchbooks with studies of her catching frogs and blowing kisses at him before they agreed on a painting.
Now the summer wind coming in through her windows toyed with the silk that barely covered her modesty. With gentle hands he had guided her in a proud posture, eager to capture her true vibrancy.
“Princess.” He cleared his throat when another gust of wind cooled their flushed skin. “The silk, it appears to have slipped.”
“Oh?” she breathed, fluttering her lashes at him in a way that made his blood rush, not attempting to cover the pinkness of her breast again. “Can you fix it for me?" she rasped. "I’m afraid to lose my pose.”
Swallowing thickly, Link put his brush aside. Ginger fingers corrected the silk while his burning gaze never left hers.
"There."
Her nose nudged his cheek and he hovered long enough for her to brush her lips over his. With a broken sigh, he came back to the honeypot that was her mouth, kissing her properly—
"Zelda!"
They barely had time to jump apart before the King swung the door open. Link scurried back to his place, his whole body hot like lava. Zelda fled behind her screen, raffling clothes in wild panic.
"Sir Link? You are supposed to guard her not — what is that?"
Link ducked his head, guiltily correcting his flipped brush.
"We thought that p-p-painting her like the Goddess she is might trigger her p-p-powers."
The King's shoulders relaxed — somehow Link had managed to give the only acceptable answer.
"An excellent approach." He stroked his chin, thinking. "I wish that you portray me as well."
"Understood, Your Majesty," Link stuttered, still unbelieving that they would get away with this.
"It's time for your evening devotions anyway, Zelda," the King ushered the now-dressed Princess out of her room.
Overwhelmed with the sudden change in setting, Link tinkered with his equipment, producing a blank canvas from his stack.
The moment he turned went down in history — it took one look at the King wrapped in nothing but silk around the hips to have Link run all the way to the Great Plateau and throw himself into the Shrine of Resurrection, directing two words at a baffled Purah:
“Amnesia. Now.”