Wedding Night
Away from the noise of the party in the village a flickering light burned in the forest.
A white silk tent stood under the branches of the Ordon pine trees, covered in delicate tendrils of white jasmine, giving off an intoxicating and exotic scent against the rough, earthy tones of the forest.
A single pair of slippers was carefully set outside the tent entrance.
Inside, the floor was piled with pillows of all shapes and sizes. So many that it was difficult to walk without stepping on one. A large down comforter was laid out to one side of the tent, on top of the pillows.
Zelda stood in the middle of the tent, the hood of her cloak pulled back. "Finally alone..." she murmurs, stepping closer to him. Her hair was piled on top of her head now, woven with jasmine. She leans up and kisses him tenderly.
A white silk tent stood under the branches of the Ordon pine trees, covered in delicate tendrils of white jasmine, giving off an intoxicating and exotic scent against the rough, earthy tones of the forest.
A single pair of slippers was carefully set outside the tent entrance.
Inside, the floor was piled with pillows of all shapes and sizes. So many that it was difficult to walk without stepping on one. A large down comforter was laid out to one side of the tent, on top of the pillows.
Zelda stood in the middle of the tent, the hood of her cloak pulled back. "Finally alone..." she murmurs, stepping closer to him. Her hair was piled on top of her head now, woven with jasmine. She leans up and kisses him tenderly.