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Soft shoes padded up to the large, sun-faded giclée print hanging on the wall. Something about the man in front of her gave her comfort. Looking out, alone in a fog-obscured landscape; resolute. Zelda smiled. It was an all-too-familiar feeling. A feeling that had settled deep within her long enough to become the very comfortable reality she lived in. She took a deep breath in, looked about the library, and immediately rolled her eyes.

Purah, her coworker, was chatting it up with yet another young something-or-other. She was working him hard by the looks of it. Her hands were already all over him, and he didn’t seem to mind at all.

She huffed and shook her head, walking over to the circulation desk in the children’s section. She’d sooner be devoured by a giant, man-eating lizard than watch one more second of the disgusting flirting that Purah seemed to never get enough of. She glanced back up at the print, her eyes drifting to the words engraved in marble above it.

All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

~ J.R.R. Tolkien

She smiled again, pushing her thick, green glasses up to settle on the bridge of her nose. If only everyone had the good sense of Tolkien. A perfect life could be summed up in the acquisition of excellent books, the company of a loving feline, and absolutely nothing even remotely close to whatever it was that Purah found herself doing half the time. Quiet . Quiet was so underrated. If only libraries never allowed people in them. That would be perfect. Absolutely perf—

“Waxing philosophical again, are we?” Purah’s sing-song voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Isn’t that better than fondling the general populace?” Zelda snorted back, her eyes never leaving the computer screen.

“Well excuuuuuuuuse me, Miss Priss!” Purah shoved herself into Zelda’s space, throwing down a stack of children’s books in front of her with a thwack!

Zelda shot her a glare over her glasses.

“C’mon, Zelda. You haven’t rsvp'd to my party! Are you coming, or not?” Purah leaned a hip against her desk, crossing her arms. The fruity smell of her perfume made Zelda’s eyes sting.

“I haven’t decided yet.”

Purah rolled her eyes. “I know you’re not doing anything. You never do anything. You’re so boring.”

“If I’m so boring, why are you inviting me to a party? Aren’t those supposed to be… not boring?” 

“I’m trying to help you!” Purah made an indignant noise in the back of her throat.

“Who says I need help?” Zelda continued to type into her computer, not glancing over at the overly-scented, pouting ball of whininess standing next to her.

“ I say you need help. I mean, c’mon, Zelda. You look like you’ve stepped out of some novel about an old maid or something. Please let me help you. The makeover offer still stands, you know!” Purah leaned on her elbows, her face crowding Zelda’s shoulders.

“Thanks but no thanks. I’m perfectly satisfied with who I am, thank you.” Zelda’s nose wrinkled.

“Haven’t you ever wanted to know what it’s like to…. I don’t know …flirt? Get butterflies? Be noticed? Go on dates?” Purah stood up, crossing her arms.

That made Zelda spin around in her chair to give Purah a proper scowl. “If I did, I wouldn’t tell you .”

Purah huffed out an offended laugh, finally backing off.

“No. Of course you wouldn’t. Well . The offer still stands. For the party and the makeover—whenever you come to your senses, Miss Spinster-in-Training!” Purah walked off with a harumph and headed toward the front desk.

Spinster-in-Training? That sounded lovely! Get butterflies . She laughed out loud to herself. 

As if.

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“You’re doing what? ” Purah’s eyebrows nearly hit the ceiling.

Zelda rolled her eyes. “I’m singing to the children today. What’s so weird about that?”

“It’s just—you’re just…” Purah gestured randomly with her arms. “I…” She hummed quizzically at Zelda’s flat look she was giving her. “I’m just…surprised. That’s all. I…” She thought carefully, bobbing her chin. “...didn’t know you could sing.”

“Well. It’s not something I’ve done before, I grant you, but…I do love the song.” Zelda smiled.

Purah picked up the book sitting on the edge of the table by the large, colorfully upholstered reading chair. “Is this the book?”

“Yes.”

Purah smiled. “It is a good song. I wish you the best of luck.” She set it back down. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll really draw a crowd for storytime!”

Zelda snorted. “Sure, yeah.”

For as much as Zelda disliked the company of adults, reading to children was her favorite part of the week. Storytime was three times a week, and she'd been pushing her boss to make it daily. There was something about the wonder in their eyes as they were transported to a land of fantastical creatures, or discovered a new fact about a far away place. 

The thrill of the never-before-discovered was definitely akin to a drug. Who needed illegally-obtained pharmaceuticals when you could just make children happy? She laughed to herself again, walking to the back office for her storytime hat.

“ Zelda . Why do you wear that thing. In public .” Purah’s voice carried over the bookshelves as she walked out of the office.

“Because it’s the most delicious hat I could find for the occasion. Why? Does it offend your delicate sensibilities? ” Zelda slipped into a terribly fake British accent, smirking as she walked toward the storytime chair. She turned several heads.

Purah huffed. “ Hardly . It’s just that everyone thinks you’re ridiculous.”

“I don’t wear this for everyone. I only wear it for the children.” Her British accent thickened as she thrust her chin in the air, drawing several laughs as parents walked in and made their way to the common area. She walked elegantly to the storytime chair, picked up the book and sat down. There were already several children seated on the rug, their smiles widening as they saw their favorite librarian preparing to read them a new story.

“Mizz B! Mizz B! It’s your storytime hat!” Cried one little boy.

“It’s my favorite hat in the whole wide world.” Declared another as he leaned over to talk to a friend.

“It’s so pretty!” Cried another little girl, who was walking up with her mother.

“It’s ostentatious .” The sound of Malon’s voice caught Zelda’s attention. As bright red pigtails and shining green eyes came into view, Zelda grinned. Her favorite student.

“Oh, a new word!” Zelda didn’t hide her delight as the young girl plopped down right at her feet. “And where did you learn your word this time?”

“I read it in a story,” Malon announced proudly. “Daddy told me it would…” she hesitated as she practiced the phrase in her head before uttering it aloud. “...’ increase my intellectual prowess .’”

Zelda burst out laughing, the sound filling the entire area. “Did he! Well. Your daddy is right. Did he come with you today?” She glanced up, looking around.

“Yes but he’s somewhere else right now. What book are we reading today?”

Zelda smiled, looking around at all the children sitting around her, eagerly awaiting the answer. “Well, children,” She emphasized her terrible accent enough that several of the children giggled. “I thought today we would try something new!”

“Ooooh! New!” A little girl with jet black hair clapped her hands together in a quick burst.

Zelda slowly pulled out the book. Her heart fluttered nervously in her chest. There were at least twenty children seated, but it was the parents standing around and sitting with their children that made her nervous. She glanced up at the marble wall that housed her favorite painting and the wise words of Tolkien above it.

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

She breathed in deeply and focused on the eyes of the children before her. “This is actually a singing book. It is compiled and illustrated by Tom Hopgood, but the words are by Arthur Freed. The tune is by Nacio Herb Brown. Just like an author is the writer of the words in a book, a lyricist is the writer of the words in a song. So this book is the product of many creative talents, both old and new.”

“Are you gonna sing, Mizz B?” A little boy chirped.

“Well, I believe I have to, don’t I?” Zelda winked at him with a grin and opened the book to the first page. She took a deep breath, and began to sing.

I’m singin’ in the rain, just singin’ in the rain,

What a glorious feeling, I’m happy again!

I’m laughing at clouds, so dark up above,

The sun’s in my heart, and I’m ready for love.

As she began to sing and slowly turn the pages, she watched as the children’s eyes grew wide and their mouths dropped open. Her heart beat faster. Did they like it?

Let the stormy clouds chase everyone from the place,

Come on with the rain, I’ve a smile on my face,

I’ll walk down the lane with a happy refrain,

And singin’, just singin’ in the rain.

She continued through a second verse as she flipped the pages, and her eyes flicked to the adults. More people had gathered. Some without children. And her eyes froze on Purah, who was standing at the desk with a look of disbelief on her face. 

Oh no. Was that bad? Was she that bad?!

She quickly finished the book and gently closed it, smiling softly. “Can someone tell me what the song might be trying to tell us?”

Several hands shot up.

“Cottla?” She motioned to the girl sitting to her right.

“That it’s raining outside!” She burst out with a smile.

“Yes, it is raining. Anything else? Genli? What do you think?”

The older girl smiled. “I think it’s about being happy.”

“It is! Very good!” Zelda had tried to ignore Malon in favor of allowing other children to participate, but the red-haired girl was now standing, waving her arms up and down and nearly jumping into her lap.

“Malon?” Zelda giggled, gently pressing on her shoulders to sit down. “What do you think the song is saying?”

“I think it’s talking about how the person used to be sad, but something changed in their heart, and now they’re happy. Expecting good things to happen, like falling in love or something. So even though the rain is falling, which can be sad, they’re happy in their heart. Not gonna let the rain change their mind to be sad.” Her green eyes twinkled with the pride of a correct answer.

“Yes, Malon. What a thoughtful answer. I think you’re absolutely right!” Zelda opened her mouth to continue, but was interrupted loudly again by the red-haired girl.

“Oh! And also? You have the prettiest voice I’ve ever heard.”

Zelda's "Storytime Hat" 😉🥰

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“I’m just saying, I never knew you could sing like that.” Purah looked over at Zelda as they were shelving books early one morning.

“Well, at least I didn’t embarrass myself.” Zelda laughed.

“I saw at least three guys making puppy dog eyes at you while you sang. You had everyone captivated, Zelda. How have you not used your voice anywhere?” Purah turned to face her.

“I don’t know. Never got asked, I guess. I wasn’t exactly popular or seen or heard in high school. Or ever, really.” Zelda shelved several books and walked back over to the cart. “I’ve never minded being overlooked. Not a big people-person anyway.”

Purah gave her a pointed look. “Really? You could’ve fooled me with the way you worked with the kids the other day. That red-haired girl. She’s a hoot, isn’t she!”

“She is. She can’t be more than six or seven. She’s definitely gifted. She’s here nearly every day.” Zelda sorted through books on the cart.

“Well, she was right at least. You’ve got the prettiest voice I’ve ever heard.” Purah smiled. “You should read more singing books. I could listen to your voice all day.”

“Thanks, Purah.” Zelda smiled, her cheeks pinking at the compliment.

“Just saying—I wouldn’t be surprised if one of those guys asked you ouuut!” Purah’s smirk and twinkling brown eyes made the quick shift to teasing as she elongated the last word.

“Oh, please. Is that all you ever think about?” Zelda rolled her eyes and shelved the rest of her books. “There’s more to life than drooling over men.”

“Who said anything about drooling?” Purah’s mouth dropped open in mock offense. “I was referring only to saliva-free pining. Also, if you don’t have a guy noticing you after that little concert you gave the other day, I’ll eat my shirt!” She harrumphed and stomped by her in a show of indignation. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m headed to the front desk to do some last minute prep before the library opens.”

Releasing a long, withering sigh, Zelda made her way through the bookshelves and walked to her favorite spot to gaze at her favorite painting on the wall. The Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog , it was called. And wasn’t that just a reflection of life in general? She stepped a bit closer to observe the details in the scraggly rock the gentleman in the painting was standing on. 

A flash of yellow caught her eye. Misplaced enough to garner notice, but only if one was paying very close attention. She stepped closer.

A small corner protruded from the back of the painting.

Curious .

She looked around to see if anyone was watching. Purah was poring over a list at the front desk, and the other workers didn’t get there until thirty minutes into the morning shift. She reached for the protrusion and found it was easily dislodged. It was an envelope no bigger than a thank-you note, and looked handmade. She glanced over at Purah again, stuffing the small treasure under her left arm and hurriedly made her way over to her desk.

She checked the time. Ten minutes until the doors opened.

She carefully pulled out the secret envelope and turned it around. In clean and simple longhand the envelope read, “To the Singing Librarian”.

Her heart nearly leapt out of her chest. The singing librarian? This letter was for her? Surely not. There must be some other staff member at the library who sang. It couldn’t possibly be for her .

She turned it over and over in her hands and glanced back up at the clock. Eight minutes.

She licked her lips. Well, it was a hidden letter. If it was hidden, it couldn’t possibly be missed. And she did sing just two days ago. With a lot of people watching.

Oh stars . It could be for her .

With trembling fingers, she turned the envelope around to the back and popped open the flap that was neatly tucked behind itself and pulled out a small, plain piece of stationery folded in thirds. She unfolded it and began to read.

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Dear Miss B,

I’m delighted you have found this letter. I wasn’t sure that you would see it, but you seem to really love this painting with how often you study it, so I thought it the perfect spot to hide this confession. I wanted to make sure this was for your eyes only and that only you would find it.

I fear I have had a béguin for you for some time now, but haven’t been able to work up the courage to tell you. I’m frightfully terrible with the spoken word, so I thought perhaps I would put out a fleece to you in writing. I enjoy writing.

Would you be interested in being a penfriend? I offer no pressure to respond, only an opportunity. Obligation-free. If you aren’t interested, just ignore this letter, but if you would like to write back, tuck your letter in the drawer of the old desk in the periodicals section. Nobody ever goes near it—I think they think it’s a display.

My first question is, what is your favorite book? Mine is “The Sword in the Stone” by T.H. White.

Sincerely,

Silent Knight

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Zelda’s breathing stuttered as she read through the letter, her mouth going dry. Her stomach was doing something very strange. Something uncomfortable. Something she’d never ever felt before.

It was butterflies.

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A thoroughly crinkled letter sat on a kitchen table. It had been read a hundred times over, crumpled up, flattened out, folded, unfolded, stained with coffee, and was currently staring its recipient in her face, daring her— begging her —to respond.

Zelda paced back and forth in front of the table. She should call Purah. She'd know what to do. She knew her way around nonsense like this, yes!

But wait. Hadn't she basically bet her that someone would ask her out?! Oh Purah’s smug, stupid face when she'd find out she was right! She'd never let Zelda hear the end of it.

She should definitely not tell Purah.

No. She could do this herself. The response—if she chose to respond, that is—needed to be in her own hand. Her own voice. Even if she sounded completely asinine. Oh stars . What if she sounded completely asinine?!

She plopped down into a chair and slapped her arms on the table with a groan. Pushing her glasses up her freckled nose, Zelda squinted at the mysterious letter for what seemed like the hundredth time. Her favorite book? What kind of a question was that? How could she possibly explain herself to a man in one book? 

Wait. Was it even a man?! She pored over the letter for any hints. Purah had said the thing about the puppy dog eyes and she just assumed it must be one of the men she was talking about. She threw her head in her hands and groaned again. This was already too complicated and she hadn't even lifted her pen! She sat up and took inventory.

Her: A woman in her late thirties who’d never even been noticed by anyone that made her feel important enough to matter. A woman in love with the thoughtfully written word, not insincere platitudes. A woman who coveted imagination over intimacy; certainty over speculation; obscurity over visibility.

Silent Knight :  …they liked T.H. White. They couldn’t be an idiot if they liked T.H. White, could they? “The Once and Future King” was some of the best fantasy she’d ever read. But they also liked her singing, and that put their taste in the dubious category at best.

Oh, she hated people. She hated everything that made her talk to people, try to figure out people—and now a people was trying to talk to her . This was too much!

And yet…

She’d taken a job that forced her to be in front of others. Little people, but still. Maybe she could do something brave. For once in her life. Allow herself to be noticed. Pursued . Even if romance wasn't in her permanent future, perhaps this fantasy could finally allow her to experience one thing she’d quietly longed for but only ever read about? Her heart raced at the thought. The thrill of the never-before-discovered was definitely akin to a drug.

She picked up her pen.

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Dear Silent Knight,

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She stopped. She crossed out the word “Dear”.

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Dear Silent Knight,

I would be lying if I said I wasn't surprised to find your letter. And to know my favorite spot in the library? I didn’t realize someone was paying that close attention to me. I’m not used to it, I have to admit. I’m not that proficient with people in person, either. I much prefer the written word. So this form of communication is more than acceptable to me.

My favorite book? That is a hard question when one has read thousands of books in one’s lifetime. But if you’re making me choose, I would have to say “Anne of Green Gables” by Lucy Maud Montgomery.  I love the main character. I think we’d be best friends in real life. She reminds me of one of the children that comes to the library often. If only more children were like her and Anne. Life would be so much more interesting.

Now I have a question for you. Are you a lady knight or a sir knight? You never mentioned it in your first letter.

I appreciate your forthcoming tone in your letter regarding your feelings for me. I must admit, romance has never been on my list of life experiences, so all I have to offer you is a quote from the incredible Warsan Shire:

“My alone feels so good, I’ll only have you if you’re sweeter than my solitude.”

Sincerely,

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She paused. How should she sign her name? They already knew who she was, so they most likely knew her name. She tapped the pen on her chin, thinking.

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Sincerely,

The Singing Librarian

P.S. I’m not sure what you’re thinking, but the desk in the periodicals section is a display! 

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She chewed on her bottom lip, scanning the draft. She breathed through her nose, then walked to her room to grab some stationery to pen the final draft. She’d get to the library extra early tomorrow to sneak it into the display desk drawer. 

That is, if she didn’t lose her nerve first! 

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“What’s up with you?” Purah nudged her in the arm the next morning while they set up a display for Valentine’s Day. 

“Nothing,” Zelda’ insides immediately roiled. “Why?”

“You’re acting weird.”

“I always act weird. How is today any different?” Zelda rolled her eyes and laughed.

“I dunno. You seem…anxious.” Purah narrowed her eyes. “Did someone ask you out?”

“No!” Zelda shot back a little too loudly.

Purah gave her a dubious look, staring at her, half-amused. “Okay.”

“Miss B!!” An all-too-familiar voice bubbled through the lobby as a flash of red came bounding through the main entry doors and little arms squeezed her tight around her middle.

Zelda laughed. “Good morning, Malon! You’re here earlier than usual! What brings you by today?”

“I dunno. Daddy wanted to get here first thing this morning. He let me come in first, he’s still sitting in the car.” She peeked around Zelda’s waist. “Whatcha doin?”

“We’re setting up the Valentine’s Day display!” Purah cheerfully answered.

“Ew,” Malon wrinkled her nose and stuck out her tongue. “I hate lovey dovey books.”

“I can see why you like her,” Purah leaned over into Zelda’s space, her voice low and teasing in her ear.

“Hush!” Zelda hissed at her friend. “So, Malon, what kind of book are you looking for today?” She redirected her attention to the young girl.

“I want to read some mysteries this week.” Malon answered with her small chin in the air, green eyes flashing. “And I’ve read all the A-to-Z Mysteries books. I need something more challenging.”

Zelda hummed as she thought. “Well. Any of the Hardy Boys or Nancy Drew mysteries are really great, and there are a lot of them! And you can never go wrong with Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.” She grinned as she saw the girl’s eyes light up with excitement and left Purah to finish the display as she took Malon by the hand back toward the youth section.

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Zelda’s eyes were wide as she carefully pulled out the drawer of the old desk. She’d offered to cover a coworker’s shift that evening and was able to close up the library.

There, at the bottom of the drawer, was another letter in the same yellow stationery. She quickly snatched it up and shut the drawer. With a sharp intake of breath, she skittered over to her desk and nearly ripped it open in her haste.

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Dear Miss B,

Ah, a classic! L.M. Montgomery. I love her notion of ‘kindred spirits’. I would consider myself very lucky to find in someone a kindred spirit like Anne found in Diana. 

I wanted to tell you that I think you have beautiful hair. Every time I see your curls cascading down your shoulders, all wrong in the world seems to disappear. I wonder if it is as soft as it looks? I’ve often wished I had curly hair, but alas, it is rather unremarkable.

I have to say, you made my heart skip a beat when I saw you replied to my letter. Thank you. You have given me something to look forward to. So I suppose I must ask you a new question. What is it that you love about reading? You must have such a love affair with reading to be such a wonderful librarian.

Sincerely,

Sir Silent Knight

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Sir! There it was! He was a sir! Her cheeks flamed. And he liked her hair? She idly twirled a strand around her finger as she swallowed, trying to imagine what it would feel like to have someone touch her hair. She nearly choked. Best not think about that.

She reached for a pen, glancing at the time. It was late! Better pen this quickly and tuck it safely in the desk away from prying eyes!

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Sir Silent Knight,

If you like Anne, then there may be hope for you yet, sir knight. A kindred spirit may yet be within your grasp, but we shall see, hm?

Thank you. I haven’t thought much about my hair, actually. I suppose it is soft, but I’ve never let anyone touch it, so I wouldn’t know. I’m glad my curls help your day improve. They’re not going anywhere, so I suppose you are free to enjoy them.

I’m enjoying your letters, too. I was excited to find yours. I love to read because I can visualize any story in my head like a movie. Reading is a gateway to happiness for me. I’m never so happy as I am when I have my nose in a book. The thing that comes closest would be writing. So you are tickling my senses on both fronts. And for that, I thank you!

“A mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.” -George R. R. Martin

What might be your favorite thing to plan for a date? Should we ever go on one, that is. I’ll share my thoughts if you share yours.

Take care,

The Singing Librarian

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She blushed, hoping she didn’t sound too forward with her new question. Smiling, she folded the paper, tucked it in the envelope and addressed it to “Sir Silent Knight” . She scampered over to the old desk, slid open the drawer, and gently placed it inside.

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Dear Miss B,

It has been a long time since I've been on a date. I suppose I've always thought about what my date would want instead of what I would. Hm. Well, if I got to be selfish and choose something only I knew I would like, it would involve fresh air, a picnic blanket, and very fancy cheese. Then a trip to any kind of museum. 

What about you? 

You had a strand of hair tickling your nose today. I wish I could have tucked it behind your ear.

Affectionately,

S.S.K.

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Sir Silent Knight,

I’m surprised that it’s been a long time for you. That sounds like a lovely date to me! You have sophisticated tastes. I love museums, but you’ve probably figured that out by now, seeing as you noticed how much I love the painting in the front of the library. You are very attentive and sweet.

I have never been on a date before, so I don’t know if this is the correct answer or not. If a gentleman should happen to take me out, it would need to involve a candlelit dinner (so romantic!) and definitely flowers.

I wish I knew something about what you looked like. But I’m a bit of a sleuth, so I wouldn’t want to put our semi-anonymous identities in jeopardy. You always say sweet things about the way I look. It would be fun to do the same for you.

Sincerely,

Zelda

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Dear Zelda,

The way my heart kicks up when I see you've written back to me is a feeling that I never want to end. Hearing from you is the highlight of each and every day. 

Dinner by candlelight? Darling, you speak my language. Your green eyes dance in the sunlight. To think how those eyes would look gazing into mine over a flickering candle does strange things to my heart.

I would buy you roses upon roses if it meant I could see you smile. Do you have a favorite flower?

My physical appearance shall stay a mystery for now, but I can say that green is my very favorite color.

Affectionately,

S.S.K.

P.S. Did you put a flower clip in your hair just for me? It was beautiful. 

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Sweet Silent Knight,

Your words are a honey balm to my soul. You have made me feel seen in a way that I've never felt before. When I go to work, I have butterflies because I know you might be watching me. I wish I could watch you back.

You must be a writer. I cannot fathom any other profession for you.

The way these green eyes would gaze at you over candlelight would be a gaze full of affection indeed.

One little hint? Perhaps the color of your eyes or how your grin would set me off-balance if it were to be directed my way?

With admiration,

Zelda

P.S. The flower was for you. My favorite is the Silent Princess.

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Zelda couldn't help her brain trying to review through the list of the men that had regularly visited the library. Offhand, she could think of five. Were there more??

She quickly slid her letter into the drawer and closed it.

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Zelda turned a scrutinizing eye toward the periodicals section. She was determined to figure this out. It couldn’t be that hard. How many single-looking men came to the library multiple times a week?

After a week of watching closely, she found out it was quite a few. The downtown library must have had more traffic than she’d thought. But she’d never had a reason to pay attention before.

“Hey! Earth to Zelda!” Purah’s shrill voice jolted her out of her thoughts.

“Yeah? What?” Zelda sat up a bit straighter in her office chair.

“I swear, girl, I’ve never seen you so distracted. What are you thinking about?” Purah walked over, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“Nothing important.”

“Nothing important my eye . Who are you watching?” Purah looked around the library. “You’ve been doing recon for an hour now. You can’t fool me.”

“Purah, how else can I tell you to mind your own business! I’m just bored and I’m people-watching. That’s all. I swear.” Zelda let out a frustrated groan as she stood up. “Now leave me alone!”

“Fine. Don’t tell me.” Purah huffed. “But I’ll figure it out sooner or later!”

Zelda rolled her eyes and waved her off, heading for the periodicals section.

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My Dear Zelda,

Oh you are a tease. But I suppose I walked right into that. Thinking of you gazing at me with affection gives me courage. Do you really feel that way? Could such good fortune come my way? I would scarcely believe it.

Declaring one’s affections is not without risk. I do understand that, and I also understand that I have you at a bit of a disadvantage. I know you enjoy the mystery but I believe it is time to take a risk and give you something back. I’ll tell you a few things.

You are right. I am a writer. It is a profession that does not pay much, but the rewards are such that it is hard to walk away from. It also allows me a flexible schedule, so I can come to the library often. I do also adore reading, but you knew that about me already. So I will offer you something that could potentially give me away, I suppose.

I have blue eyes.

Affectionately yours,

S.S.K.

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Dear Silent Knight,

It is not lost on me the risk you take by divulging the color of your eyes. Are they blue like the color of the vast sea? Blue like the sky on a summer’s day? Or perhaps blue like a clouded sky before a storm?

I very much want to imagine what it would be like to gaze into those blue eyes of yours, Sir Knight. I am fairly sure I would get lost in them. I believe the eyes are a window into a person’s very soul. I’m sure if I peered through yours I would find the kindest soul alive.

I propose we play a little game. Two truths and a lie. You offer up two statements that are true, and one statement that is a lie. It is the other’s job to determine which is which. I shall go first.

•  I have never worn makeup.

• I have never held a man’s hand.

• I am deathly afraid of spiders.

Your turn.

Fondly,

Zelda

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Dearest Zelda,

Your eyes are green like the emeralds that shimmer in the sunlight. Precious, like the stone. Mine are like sapphires at sunset. But you would have to look at them closely to tell me I’m wrong.

A game! I shall play.

• I am afraid of chickens.

• I find chocolate to be absolutely disgusting.

• I have a daughter.

What happens now?

With deepening affection,

S.S.K.

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Zelda froze as she read the last statement on the list. A daughter? What a strange thing to put on a list if it was a lie. It was so… specific . She immediately thought of all the little girls that came to the library on a regular basis. Cottla, Malon, Tetra, Hunnie, Beth, Shamae, Pearle, Molli…but she’d never really paid attention to the adults that came with them. Perhaps she needed to.

She clutched the letter close to her heart and grabbed her purse to close up the library. The evening shift was so much easier to sneak around without danger of being noticed. She’d already picked up three extra shifts that week. She mulled over talking to her boss about taking the evening shifts permanently.

But that would be silly, changing her entire work schedule for a secret epistolic romance with a mystery man. Because that’s what this was, wasn’t it? 

Zelda paled as she reached for the door to open it.

Was she in a relationship?

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“Can it, Zelda. I know there's something up with you. You zone out when you’re sitting at your desk. You’ve been picking up a ton of late shifts. And Impa just told me you’ve requested to be moved to the late shift! What’s going on?” Purah accosted Zelda as soon as she walked in the door later that week.

“Purah…” Zelda’s tone was dangerous.

“Don’t you Purah me!” Her coworker spat, grabbing her shoulder and whirling her around. “I thought we were friends!”

“We are friends, Purah.”

“Then why are you being so secretive? Are you okay?” Her face registered genuine concern. “Why aren’t you talking to me?”

Zelda sighed. How was she going to get out of this? She paused, trying to think of something believable. She did not want Purah to find out about her new… relationship . It wasn’t any of her business, anyway!

“I’m…I’ve just started taking post-graduate classes. They’re in the mornings, so I wanted to make sure I was able to attend them live. Working in the evenings just made more sense.” Zelda swallowed, praying that Purah would believe it.

“Oh! Wow! That’s so great, Zelda! Congratulations. Really. I’m sorry if I came on a bit strong.” Purah smiled as she squeezed her shoulder.

“Yeah, no worries. It’s okay.” Zelda’s smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Alright! Well. I guess these books won’t shelve themselves…talk at ya later!” Purah zipped off to finish her task, leaving Zelda with a bitter taste in her mouth.

She starts her first relationship, and now she’s a liar because of it. What was happening to her!?

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Dear Silent Knight,

I lied to someone today. And I feel terrible about it. She’s a coworker friend, but she’s been noticing some changes in my behavior, and it’s because of our correspondence. I don’t want her to know about us yet, because she’s an incredible tease, and I know she would sniff you out the moment I brought her in on it. I’m not ready for that yet, and I don’t think you are, either.

But I lied to her. And I’m not a liar. What should I do? And to completely NOT answer your question, I really don’t know where to go from here. I don’t know what happens next. What are we, exactly? Is this a relationship? It certainly feels like one.

I don’t want to stop. Your letters are what keep me going throughout the day. I live for your sweet words and…you’re special. I don’t think I’ve thanked you yet for this. So, thank you.

Affectionately,

Zelda

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The guilt had been eating at Zelda the entire weekend. She didn’t typically work on weekends, so she couldn’t even have the comfort of Silent Knight’s words to help her through the conflicting feelings she was feeling. So she grabbed her favorite flavor of ice cream from the store, logged into her favorite streaming service, and found her comfort movie.

Pride and Prejudice . Not the Keira Knightley one. The Colin Firth one. The best one. Just as she began to settle in with a contented smile, her phone rang.

Zelda rolled her eyes and sighed. Of course . 

“Hello, Zelda Bosphoramus speaking.”

“Hey, Zelda Bosphoramus Speaking , are you coming to my party tonight?!” The sing-song tone of Purah’s voice chirped through the receiver.

“No.” Zelda took a giant bite of ice cream, letting it settle on her tongue before swallowing it.

“C’mon, Zelda! It’ll be fun. There’s someone that wants to meet you.”

“Oh, then definitely no.”

“No, I’m serious! He watched you that one time at the library when you sang and he wants to meet you. He’s super nice. Please ?” Purah drawled out the last word.

Zelda froze. Someone who wanted to meet her? Someone who’d seen her sing? She swallowed down the quickly growing lump in her throat. What if it was Silent Knight?!

“Fine.” Zelda groaned, trying to sound as disinterested as possible. “What time is the party?” There was no need to encourage her overly zealous matchmaking friend. Or give her any hints about what she’d been doing the last few weeks.

“Six-thirty. Oh, Zelda I’m so excited ! I’ll see you then!” Purah hung up the phone before Zelda could respond.

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“Hey, Zelda, I want you to meet my friend, Manny!” Purah cheerfully tugged her through the large crowd of people in her living room. Zelda had tried to blend in, avoiding conversation the best she could until Purah finally spotted her. After unceremoniously yanking her into the large kitchen, Purah turned her to face the man she was sure must be her Silent Knight and the entire reason she had even agreed to attend this stupid party.

Until she looked into his chocolate brown eyes.

“Hello,” Manny shyly offered his hand.

“Hi.” Zelda forced a smile, her disappointment nearly consuming her. She did not take his hand. She wanted to cry.

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Monday afternoon she nearly sprinted to the periodicals section and when she rounded a large bookshelf, her stomach lurched. A child was inspecting the display desk, fingering the knobs, sticking their hands into the nooks and pulling out the many drawers on the opposite side her drawer was on. 

“Excuse me!” Zelda tried to interrupt kindly, but the little boy had already grasped the drawer and was yanking it open when her hand gently stopped him.

“Oh, mercy! Colin! What are you doing, that's a no-no for touching!” The boy's mother scooped him up. “I'm so sorry!” 

“That's alright,” Zelda forced a smile, her heart pounding in her chest as she splayed her hand over the top of the drawer, shielding the two visitors from the drawer’s contents as best she could.

“Pretty flower, mama!” The little boy leaned as far as he could out of his mother's arms, reaching with tiny fingers toward the drawer. “Pretty flower!”

The mother mumbled another apology and whisked the boy away, leaving Zelda alone and breathless in front of the desk. She slowly looked down into the drawer and pulled it open the rest of the way. Her eyes went wide at the sight.

There, placed delicately on top of a larger envelope than ever before, was a single Silent Princess flower ensconced in a small water vial at the base of its stem.

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Dearest Zelda,

I am so sorry you had to lie to your friend. I know you did it to protect me, and I understand and feel that kindness more than you know.

It is because of me that you feel you must keep this a secret. I want you to know that I am not embarrassed to be with you; rather, I am frightened that the reverse may be true.

The truth is, I do know where I want us to go from here. I want to meet you. I want you to see my face, to hear my voice. I want to look into your eyes and know the feeling of you looking back at me, knowing who I am and how I feel about you. I have admired you and your beautiful spirit for long enough to know that our hands would fit perfectly together if our fingers intertwined, and your lips would feel soft as silk against mine.

The way I dream of you, Zelda. I don’t want to stop, either. You are the sunshine in my day. Your written words are the sweetest escape. I hope this flower makes up for you having to delay the full truth to your friend. Settle it in a vase and think of me.

With deep affection,

S.S.K. 

P.S. I couldn’t imagine you being afraid of spiders. I bet you love them. And I bet that love is second only to frogs.

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Dear Silent Knight,

I nearly cried when I saw your flower. What a beautiful gift, thank you. It’s alright. I’m not blaming you at all, I just am a very private person and don’t feel like being teased, I guess.

I want to meet you too. Maybe not right now, but soon! You’ve dreamed about me? I hope they’re good dreams! I never thought I would be so important to someone that they’d dream about me. You’re making me blush, sir knight. I’ve never been kissed. I don’t even know the first thing about it. I probably would be terrible at it, so apologies in advance.

I have imagined looking into your blue eyes, and it makes my heart leap into my throat to think what it would be like. I might get lost, but it would be the sweetest disorientation I could imagine. If it’s you, I would be content to be lost forever.

Your list of truths and a lie seems to be a defining factor for you, so I will wait until you are ready to reveal your truth for yourself.

Affectionately yours,

Zelda

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Dearest Zelda,

I am so glad you loved the flower. Its beauty is astounding but it is certainly not your equal. I wish I could watch you read my words and see the pinking of your cheeks as you abashedly read how pretty I think you are. 

Are you blushing now, I wonder?

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She was, and her hands flew to her cheeks as she read on.

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I have fallen so hard for you, my Zelda. May I call you that? Yes, I dream of you. When I close my eyes, all I want to think about is you. I'm trying to gather the courage to tell you with my spoken words how important you have become to me. I watch you teach and your heart for children shines. You may think your job is boring but you are making a difference and giving children hope. 

You've certainly made a difference for us.

Yours truly,

A smitten Silent Knight

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Us. Us . That one word said it all. He did have a daughter! Suddenly, the pool narrowed down significantly. Blue eyes. A daughter. Her heart was hammering in her chest as she looked down at today’s reading time book. She was sure Silent Knight and his daughter would be there.

She took out her nervous energy on evening out the spines of the books near the storytime chair, attempting to look busy as parents slowly arrived with their children and took their places on the rug. Some children sat alone with their parents standing off to the side, while other children sat in their parent’s laps. 

“Lots of dads today,” Purah’s teasing voice met her ear. “Manny's here, too.” 

“I'm not interested in Manny, Purah. Or anyone for that matter.” Zelda straightened up and breathed in deeply, slowly letting out a breath to center herself.

“Then why are you sweating?” Purah whispered loudly.

Zelda shot her a look before walking out from behind the bookshelf. She was about to settle into her chair when she spotted Malon coming in, crying. She sniffled and wiped her eyes, plopping herself right in the front, her nose scrunched and face splotchy.

“Hey, Malon,” Zelda knelt down in front of her. “Are you okay?” Her voice was a whisper, trying not to draw attention to the already upset little girl. “Where's your dad?”

Before she could say a word, a pair of masculine arms reached around Malon into Zelda’s line of sight and scooped the little girl up. Instinctively, Zelda shifted backward, allowing the person to sit down and plop themselves onto the floor, pulling a weepy Malon into a loving, sturdy lap.

“I’m right here.” The soft, gentle voice that reached her ears prompted her to look up to have a face to match. Right before she stood up, her gaze met equally soft blue eyes, the color of the sea at dusk. She barely stopped the gasp that threatened to escape.

Fighting the wobble in her throat, she sat back up on the storybook chair and smiled at Malon and her father. The little girl was nestled softly in his lap, his loving arms wrapped securely around her middle. He gave his daughter a kiss on her temple and murmured something into her ear.

“Well, Malon,” She loudly whispered as she smiled, not attempting to introduce herself to the new guest or spend too much time looking at his face. “I think our story today might cheer you up a little!” She pulled out her book and set it in her lap. She lifted her head to look at her audience.

She spotted Manny with his two children, and there were two other fathers sitting on the carpet, both with blue eyes and daughters. Since when had all these dads started bringing their kids, anyway?!

“Good afternoon, everyone!” Zelda’s cheery voice filled the room. “I suppose it’s time to put on my storytime hat, yes?”

A rousing cheer rang out from the children, eager to get started. She reached around the back of the chair and pulled out her peacock-feathered hat, and the group clapped and giggled. She glanced quickly at each of the three men. The two toward the back of the rug were laughing with their girls, and Malon’s father had a twinkle in his eye and an amused smile on his lips, his straw-colored hair wisping around his eyes. Malon’s frown had vanished, replaced by a watery grin.

Zelda opened the book, and began to read the tale of a young, red-headed freckled boy who had a very hard time sleeping. He would run outside to gaze at the night sky, studying the stars and their colors. The boy grew up, often staying up late and trying to paint the sky. He was different. Not many people understood him. His name was Vincent van Gogh.

As the book progressed, the entire group went silent, eyes wide with wonder as Zelda read the story of a young van Gogh. Beautiful, bold colors splashed over the pages as it told the story of his most famous painting, “The Starry Night”. Zelda had a difficult time keeping her eyes from wandering to the little red-haired girl and her dad, making sure they were okay.

Malon’s melancholy quickly disappeared as she ensconced herself in her father’s cozy embrace, her watery eyes turning twinkly as she lost herself in the story and the beautiful illustrations. As the story came to a close, she nearly rocketed out of her dad’s lap, but he held her firmly in place and spoke soothingly at her to raise her hand. Her arm shot up, waving wildly.

“Yes, Malon? Did you enjoy our story today?” Zelda laughed as the girl nodded her head furiously. “Did you have something you’d like to share about our story?”

“He’s like me,” Her smile was brilliant. “He has red hair and green eyes! I also can’t sleep at night. I should try looking at the stars like Vincent van Gogh. It might help. I also like to paint!” Malon’s eyes were so bright as she spoke, full of excitement at the connection. Her father’s face paled at the admission, eyes wide and the pain behind them was unmistakable. She forced back a hard swallow, tearing her eyes from his stricken face as he looked down at his daughter.

“Oh, yes,” Zelda was quick to take back the lead. “I have trouble sleeping sometimes, too! What about anyone else?” She raised her hand, and several other children and even some adults followed suit. “I love the idea that gazing through the window up at the night sky and laying outside stargazing helped Vincent relax and be happy. I would love to go stargazing!”

Zelda entertained lots of discussion on stargazing, colors, and painting things in nature. Several children shared personal experiences, and Zelda listened to all of them with a smile and excited responses.

Malon did not utter another word after her first response, instead choosing to snuggle up in her father’s arms and fiddle with the drawstrings of his linen shirt. 

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Dear Silent Knight with Eyes of Blue,

I know I saw you today. So you do have a daughter. I still have not figured out exactly who you are, because there are a handful of patrons that match your description. Who are you, I wonder? I looked into three pairs of blue eyes today, my heart fluttering at the thought that you were there, watching me, silent as ever.

I find myself melancholy over the thought of us meeting and our correspondence ending. I’m not in any hurry, if you were wondering.

If your eyes were among the three I met today, I count myself most fortunate. You are also a loving father, which is a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. I’ve thought about it at length since you revealed your two truths and a lie. And it does not frighten me.

I do think about how I may not live up to your expectations. You have experienced love, I assume, and this is all new for me. I hope that is okay.

Pondering,

Zelda

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Fair Maiden with Eyes of Green,

I am fully prepared to be found out soon. I welcome it, although I am also in no hurry as this romance has been the most exciting of my life. I have no intention of ending our correspondence anytime soon, so do not fret, dear Zelda.

My eyes did meet yours yesterday. Every time you looked at me, my heart leapt in my chest and I could barely breathe. I do not appear often, as I fear that would become used to your eyes on mine and your sweet scent in my nose, I would never be able to leave your side.

You have bewitched me, Zelda, body and soul.

I do not deserve you. Experience with love is not the same as security. I would rather feel secure in love than require someone to have the same level of experience as I do. My last relationship did not have the foundation of mutual commitment. I have a wonderful daughter and I am forever thankful for her. My deepest desire is to find someone that is as committed to loving me as I am to loving her.

I am on a journey of new beginnings. You are on a journey of new experiences. I think that can work, if you think so.

Bewitched,

Sir Silent Knight

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Dear Silent Knight,

Whatever has happened to you to think that you do not deserve someone like me? I may not be well-versed in the ways of affection, but I do like to think that love is not held captive by the pretense of worthiness. Even still, you have shown yourself to be more than worthy of mine. Don’t be so silly.

I count myself honored to be a part of your new beginning. And your daughter’s. The three father/daughter pairs I saw today are all such lovely little girls and I love them with my whole heart! You are such a wonderful father to spend so much time with her and encouraging her to read. What I would give to have more experiences like those with my father growing up.

Can you tell me a little about what you do when you’re not in my library? I’d like to know more about you. I fear you may already know all there is to know about me.

Most affectionately,

Zelda

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Dearest Zelda,

Your words make my breath stutter. It is a good thing I’m writing this, or I would be stumbling all over myself to respond. Your confidence in my good nature has me off-balance in the best of ways.

I suppose my doubt in my own worth stems from experiences far earlier than my first marriage, but I’ve never been extremely confident in general. I can write boldly (as you have yourself experienced), but it is a weak façade. My wife left me and my daughter suddenly. She left a terrible note–one that I am not ready to discuss now, but perhaps sometime in the future when the time is right. I never showed it to our daughter and never will. It is a very sad and hurtful story. My self-deprecation is very hard to overcome. You are the first person to make me feel like I could be happy in love again. And watching you with children fills me with even more hope.

I saw how you comforted and paid special attention to the little red-haired girl. You are a natural. Any man would be happy if you were the mother to his children. I am confident of that.

I find myself opening up to you so easily. Perhaps it is the method of communication, but I think it’s because of you. Please know that I would love to hear your story, too. Allow me to reciprocate the genuine kindness you have shown me.

Oh, your question! When I am not in our library, I work downtown as a writer. My office is very close to the library, actually. You may have read some of my work, but I will not reveal my place of work just yet. Just imagine me winking now. Ha!

With deep affection,

Silent Knight

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Dear Silent Knight,

My heart is broken hearing of the hurtful things that have been done to you and your daughter. Nobody deserves that, and it makes me want the best for you all the more now that I know part of your story. Your daughter is far too sweet to be treated that way. She deserves a mother who dotes on her and showers her with love every day, just as you do for her. Your strength in the face of adversity is incredibly inspiring.

There is not much to tell or reciprocate when it comes to information, I’m afraid. I’ve been single all my life, and I’ve never had a person ever show romantic interest. I am—and always have been—the ugly duckling. I’ve contented myself in things other than the fickleness of someone’s affections, and have been incredibly content.

Until now, I’ve never understood this longing. But now, I find myself yearning for something I can’t even name. Craving sensations against my lips that I can’t begin to imagine. What does it feel like to be held? To be kissed? To have your hand envelop mine? These things, these emotions, they matter to me now—things I never cared about before. But only if you’re the one to teach me.

It will be busy at the library this week, so if my responses are fewer, that is why. I don’t want you to think it’s because my feelings for you have changed.

Most affectionately,

Zelda

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Dr. Seuss Week was one of the busiest weeks for the library. The children’s department had events every day, and Zelda and Purah organized almost all of them. There was very little time for anything else beyond work, and Zelda hoped in her heart that it would not dishearten Silent Knight to not have a letter for such a long while. Besides, there were so many people in the library there was no way that she could attempt to sneak to the desk and hide anything inside it. Too many little exploring hands. It was much too risky.

“Hey, Zelda, we’ve got a parent who needs some assistance, and I have got to get this Seuss display up. Can you take care of them for me?” Purah rarely stressed, but the tone in her voice prompted Zelda to immediately respond.

“Of course!” She popped her head over her computer screen. “I’ll just—” Her heart stopped in her throat as she saw Cottla and her father approach her desk, smiles on both their faces. She plastered on the most confident grin she could muster.

“Cottla! My darling! How are you today?” Zelda walked out from behind the desk and knelt down so she was eye-level with the little girl.

“I’m good, Miss B!” She threw her arms around Zelda’s neck, and Zelda gave her an affectionate squeeze in return.

Zelda stood up, meeting her father’s eyes. She swallowed nervously and tilted her head. “And what brings you in today?”

“Hello,” Cottla’s dad grinned, thrusting out a hand toward her, which Zelda shook. “My name is Dorian, and it’s so nice to meet you in person! I haven’t ever had the chance to introduce myself. I’m Cottla’s dad.”

Zelda giggled. “Yes, I figured as much. What can I do for you, Dorian?” She looked down at the little girl and added, “and Cottla?”

“We're looking for a book that my teacher told me to read!” Cottla burst out excitedly. “We’re doing a Dr. Seuss week at school an’ I’m supposed to pick out a book to talk about to my class.”

“I see!” Zelda clasped her hands together, looking from Cottla back up to her dad. He had bright blue eyes that twinkled when he smiled. And he was smiling big. Her heart skipped. “It’s a good thing we just ordered quite a few Seuss books just in time for this week!” She led them over to a display, and Cottla began excitedly thumbing through all of the new arrivals, looking for the one she wanted.

“I’ve been meaning to thank you, Miss B,” Dorian leaned toward her, the wide smile still on his face. “Cottla has absolutely adored storytime, and you always do such a wonderful job with it. That day you sang was incredible!”

Zelda blushed furiously. Blinking, she lost her voice for a moment. “Th-thank you, Dorian. That’s very kind of you to say. I really do enjoy it very much! I do hope you are able to enjoy the library also?” She looked up at him and gave him a shy smile.

“ Hello .” A woman walked up, her expression deadly. “What’s going on here?”

“Peatrice, this is Miss B,” Dorian quickly explained, the color draining from his face. “She is the children’s librarian and was helping us find a Dr. Seuss book for school.”

"I wasn’t aware that flirting with my husband was part of the job," The woman snarled, grabbed her daughter’s hand, and yanked her away from the Dr. Seuss display. “How dare you.”

Zelda’s face went pale with shock. She opened her mouth to apologize, but no words came out. Her mind blanked, and a wave of nausea churned in her stomach. 

“Peatrice, be reasonable. She doesn’t know anything about me, and she’s never met you before.” Dorian’s brow furrowed, his cheeks reddening.

"And you! " Peatrice seethed, her furious glare fixed on her husband. "We will discuss this later. I have never been so humiliated in my life!" Her voice edged on a shriek as she grabbed her daughter’s hand and stormed toward the exit. Cottla protested the entire way, insisting she still needed to check out a book for school.

Zelda’s body trembled, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. She quickly ducked behind a bookshelf, desperate to hide as tears burned her eyes. She didn’t even know how to flirt! All she’d been was friendly, hadn’t she? She gasped for air, fighting to stay composed. Breathe. She had to remember to breathe.

"Miss B?" The sound of the voice was familiar—warm and gentle, like a feather drifting toward her from behind. "Miss B, are you okay?"

It was too late. Her tears, fueled by anger, were already streaming down her cheeks as she turned to face the kindest blue eyes she’d encountered since the moment he’d scooped his daughter up during storytime.

“I’m–I’m sorry, I—” Zelda shook with a traumatized sob as she gripped the bookshelf with one hand and fisted her hand in the fabric of her shirt at her chest with the other.

"I saw… what happened. I’m—I’m so sorry it went like that." Malon’s father took a cautious step forward, his hands hovering near her, but not quite touching, as he assessed the depth of Zelda’s breakdown.

"I didn’t—I’ve never... I don’t know how to flirt. I wasn’t flirting with him, I swear!" Zelda gasped, still struggling to calm herself in front of this stranger.

"I know, I know," he replied, his voice trembling slightly with nerves. "She... she had no right. You were just helping him. And Cottla."

Zelda nodded, furiously wiping at her eyes, trying to mask her intense embarrassment. "I—I’m so sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to fall apart like this. I just—I think I just need—" she choked on a shaky breath, slowly starting to regain composure. "I think I just need a moment, if you don’t mind."

"Of course, of course," he responded, his gaze roaming her face, worry overtaking his handsome features. "I can step aside. Malon and I can wait. Are you sure you're okay?" His hands hovered near her arms, ready to pull her into a hug if needed.

"I am. I just need a minute. Thank you for being so kind. Wh—what did you say your name was? I don’t think I’ve ever asked. I know you’re Malon’s f—father." Zelda’s breathing had steadied, the tears had slowed and only the faintest quiver remained in her voice.

"Link. My name’s Link. Link Woodhouse. It’s a pleasure to meet you, though I wish it were under better circumstances." His cheeks flushed as he swallowed, seemingly caught off guard by his own words.

"Well, Mr. Woodhouse, thank you for your kindness. I promise I’ll only be a moment." Zelda smiled through a sniffle, wiping a tear from her cheek.

Link nodded and quietly slipped around the bookshelf.

Zelda exhaled shakily, closing her eyes for a moment. She just needed to get through the week, and then she could lose herself in the sweet, comforting words of her Silent Knight. She straightened her skirt, shook off the tension in her shoulders, and pushed aside the shame, ready to face the rest of the day.

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After a few deep breaths, Zelda centered herself, wiped her eyes, and walked back around the bookshelf. She saw Malon and Link waiting patiently. As soon as Malon spotted Zelda, she bounded up to her and threw her arms around her waist.

“Miss B! I’m so glad you’re here!” The girl’s pigtails bounced happily and she hugged her like she hadn’t seen her in years.

"Malon!" Zelda dropped to one knee without hesitation. "My day just got instantly better—I got a hug from you!" She laughed, grateful for the distraction from the tense encounter just moments ago. Her eyes flickered around the area—Cottla and her parents were nowhere in sight. When she glanced up, her gaze met Link’s. He stood there, smiling, hands tucked casually into the pockets of his jeans.

"Miss B, are you okay? You've been crying." Malon frowned, concern shining in her eyes as she gently pressed a small finger against Zelda’s tear-streaked cheek.

Zelda’s hand flew to Malon’s, holding it against her face. "Oh, sweet girl, I’m okay. Don’t worry. I feel much better now that you’re here." She offered a genuine smile. "Now, tell me—what brings my favorite red-haired smarty-pants to see me today?"

She glanced up again briefly, catching Link’s gaze again. His smile had stretched into a wide, toothy grin, his eyes twinkling with warmth. Her heart gave an unexpected flutter, and she quickly forced her attention back to the little girl in front of her.

"I have a reading contest at school, and I'm out of books. I've already read everything in my school library. I'm trying to beat my last goal." Malon crossed her arms, frustration written all over her face.

Zelda straightened, her jaw dropping in disbelief. She turned to Link. "She’s read every book in her school library?!"

Link’s ears tinged pink now that her full attention was on him. He gave a small nod. "She has, yeah." Seeing Zelda’s continued astonishment, he hesitated before adding, his voice slightly unsteady, "She’s always been ahead in reading—started devouring books when she was just three. I’m a single dad, and, well… I just can’t afford to keep our shelves stocked fast enough."

"I see. So we have a little savant in our midst?" Zelda mused, glancing down at Malon, who wrinkled her nose at the unfamiliar word.

"Savant? What's that mean?"

Zelda smirked knowingly. "Did I just use a word you don’t know? Imagine that! Now, tell me—what do you do when you hear a word you don’t understand?"

"I ask Daddy, and he tells me." Malon lifted her chin proudly, puffing out her chest.

"Oh, does he?" Zelda grinned at Link before teasing, "And what if he’s not around to tell you?"

Malon shrugged. Link raised an eyebrow at his daughter.

"Sounds like you need a dictionary," Zelda decided, leading them toward the children's reference section. "When I was your age, I loved reading the dictionary." She scanned the shelves before plucking a thick volume free. "I’d recommend Webster’s Collegiate Dictionary instead of the Intermediate. It’s much more comprehensive."

Malon’s nose scrunched up again. "Reading the dictionary? That sounds so boring!"

Zelda leaned in, lowering her voice just enough that Link could still hear. “Not if you want to be the smartest person in school. How do you think I outsmarted the general populace? I acquired new terminology to eviscerate the competition!” She stood up, crossed her arms, and gave Malon a smug smile.

Malon's jaw dropped. “Woah. I have no idea what you just said.”

“Would you like to?”

Malon nodded her head vigorously.

Zelda thunked the large volume against the girl’s chest.

“Then read the dictionary.”

The sudden burst of Link’s deep belly laugh startled Zelda so much that she jumped. Their eyes locked, and a sharp jolt shot down her spine. He quickly clamped a hand over his mouth, his eyes wide with amusement as he offered a muffled apology—though the delight still sparkled in them.

Zelda gave him a shy grin. His hand dropped away, and she caught the subtle bob of his throat beneath his green ribbed turtleneck. After a brief hesitation, he stepped closer, leaning in toward her ear. His gaze flickered—just for a heartbeat—to her cheeks, then her lips, before he whispered softly, just low enough that Malon wouldn’t hear.

“That was pure gold.”

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** ** ** **

Dearest Zelda,

I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone with a heart as big as yours. You amaze me. You truly see people—not just on the surface, but for who they are, no matter their age. Do you realize what a rare and precious gift that is? I honestly can’t fathom how no one has confessed their feelings for you before now. You are the most incredible woman—no, the most incredible person—I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing. And in my line of work, I’ve met more people than I can count. Your heart is pure gold, and your mind shines just as brightly.

I have a new question for you. What is your most cherished possession? Something that holds a meaning far beyond its material worth. I would love to know.

I can hardly believe it’s been nearly a month since I first tucked my letter behind that painting in the library. I still remember how nervous I was—my heart pounding, the sweat forming on my brow, my hands trembling as I took the chance. How grateful I am that I did.

Zelda, I’m afraid there’s no denying it anymore—I am completely, hopelessly head over heels for you. With each passing day, my heart longs for you more. I find myself searching for any excuse to visit the downtown library, just for the chance to see your beautiful face, to hear your voice, to meet that gaze that never fails to make my heart skip a beat. Every single time.

Yours truly,

Silent Knight

** ** ** **

** ** ** **

Oh, Silent Knight,

You have made me cry. As I sit here, my stationery grows damp from the tears slipping down my face. I don’t know what to say except—thank you. No one in my life, until you, has ever made me feel the way I do when I read your letters. Stars above, this week has felt impossibly long without them. As difficult as it was to pause, I know it was the right choice. The thought of someone intercepting them is mortifying. Thank you for understanding. And for your kindness—your endless, boundless kindness.

My most cherished possession rests against my heart. A silver necklace, given to me by my father just a week before he passed away. I was only eight years old. A single charm dangles from the chain—a silent princess flower. He found it in a little jewelry shop during one of his work trips and said he couldn’t resist buying it for his little girl. The day he gave it to me remains one of my dearest memories. Some days, I miss him so much it feels like I might break under the weight of it. He was the only man who ever made me feel like a princess. Until now.

In my heart has begun a longing so fierce it scares me. I want to meet you yet I don’t want these letters to end. I have come to cherish that silly display desk more than I ever thought possible—it always holds the most precious words I could ever hope to read. Words from you.

To borrow and ever so slightly alter the words of the incomparable Jane Austen:

“I think you are in very great danger of making me as much in love with you as ever.”

Yours always,

Zelda 

** ** ** **

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“What was up with that woman who stormed out of the library with her kid the other day?” Purah plopped down into the storytime chair while Zelda catalogued books nearby. It was before the library opened, and they finally had some time to chat after their incredibly busy week.

“Cottla’s mom?” Zelda looked sideways at Purah, lifting an eyebrow.

“Yeah. She looked ready to explode. What happened?” Purah absentmindedly toyed with her nails, one leg bouncing as she sat cross-legged.

Zelda let out a heavy sigh, rolling her eyes. The last thing she wanted was to explain how a woman had gotten upset with her for simply talking to her husband. 

“She…got touchy about me talking to Dorian.”

Purah froze.

“Excuse me?! Talking with Dorian?! ” She sat forward, her jaw dropping into an open-mouthed smirk.

“Oh, please, Purah. I was helping Cottla find a Seuss book for an assignment at school. He came up and introduced himself and thanked me for my work with the kids and that he enjoyed my singing a few weeks back. Then his wife showed up out of nowhere!” Zelda huffed.

“Loaded for bear, apparently,” Purah’s mouth still hung open.

Zelda cleared her throat. “That’s one way of putting it, yes.” 

“What happened then?”

“Well, she stormed off, Dorian shot me an apologetic look, and I ran and hid behind one of the bookshelves so nobody would see me cry.” Zelda laughed disdainfully and shrugged her shoulders.

“Oh, good goddess. I’m sorry, Zelda.” Purah’s smirk vanished and she dropped her foot to the floor.

“It’s okay. One of the other parents came to check on me and it all turned out okay.” Zelda smiled. “I was a bit rattled though. As if I know how to flirt!” She laughed and shook her head.

“Right,” Purah stood up, laughing. “Still, you were just helping the kid. Since when is talking to someone automatically flirting?” She rolled her eyes. “Some people.”

Zelda hummed in agreement. “Hey, I need to grab something from the periodicals for a sec and I’ll be back. One of my parents requested something for their kid and they’re coming in today for storytime.

“Okay! I have to go upstairs and check on Robbie. He just started the other day and needs a rundown on the cataloguing system.” Purah smiled. “Hey. Don’t let crazy people get you down. You are the purest, most wholesome, boring, and non-flirtatious person I know. Don’t sweat it.”

Zelda snorted. “Thanks, I think.”

** ** ** **

Zelda gasped as she pulled open the desk drawer. Resting atop the usual envelope was a small, green jewelry box. Her heart leapt into her throat.

Surely not.

She darted a quick glance around before scooping up the drawer’s contents and hurrying back to her desk. Her mouth had gone dry. With unsteady fingers, she pried open the box’s lid.

Nestled within a plush cushion was a pair of silver silent princess earrings. Zelda’s hand flew to her mouth as her eyes welled with tears. The tiny flowers were breathtaking—delicate, intricate, perfect.

Her hands still trembling, she opened the envelope.

** ** ** **

Dearest Zelda,

For our one-month Penfriendaversary, I wanted to give you something special—a token of just how much you mean to me. You have been a radiant light in my life, and you deserve nothing less than the world.

I hope these earrings complement the beloved necklace from your father and serve as a small reflection of the admiration I hold for you. When you wear them, may they remind you that a part of me is always with you. And should I be lucky enough to see them adorn you, sparkling beside your brilliant green eyes, I know I’ll be the happiest man alive.

Here’s to many more letters, my enchanting singing librarian.

Utterly yours,

Silent Knight

** ** ** **

** ** ** **

Dearest Silent Knight,

How do you keep making me cry? I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve shed happy tears, and two of those times are because of your endless kindness.

The earrings are absolutely exquisite. I want to wear them every single day, just to make sure you know I’m wearing them. I think my collection of cherished possessions just grew by the most beautiful pair of earrings I’ve ever worn, and will ever wear. How can I possibly thank you? If I were standing right in front of you, I believe I would kiss you—soft and slow—so you could feel just how much I’ve come to care for you.

Someday soon, I hope. I can’t wait for the day your lips meet mine.

Yours always,

Zelda

** ** ** **

“Oh, gosh, Little Pea is one of Genli’s favorites!” Amali, a mom who often volunteered at the library for events, gushed that afternoon as Zelda walked to the closet to grab her storytime hat.

“It’s so cute, isn’t it? The kids always seem to get such a giggle out of it. I thought it might be fun to kick off spring with a fun story about peas.” Zelda laughed as she grabbed the hat and set it on her head.

“Oh, Zelda, did you get new earrings? They’re lovely!” Amali reached a finger out to touch Zelda’s earlobe.

“Thank you, Amali. They were a gift from a friend. They match my necklace!” Zelda pulled out her father’s necklace from underneath her cardigan.

“Oh, my. Those are just the perfect match. A beautiful gift indeed.” Amali smiled. “Well, I’d better go find Genli, she’s around here somewhere. She loves wandering around and looking at books!

“Nothing wrong with that! I won’t start for another ten minutes, so you have plenty of time to fetch her!” Zelda smiled. “Oh, shoot! I left my candy in my car! Looks like you’ve got even more time!” Zelda called over her shoulder as she made for the front door.

As Zelda hurried toward the exit, she collided head-on with Link and Malon as they entered the library. She let out a startled gasp, nearly knocking Link off balance. With a shriek, she instinctively grabbed his arms to steady herself before leaping back, utterly mortified.

“Mr. Woodhouse! Oh my stars, I’m so incredibly sorry,” she gasped, breathless. “I wasn’t watching where I was going!”

Link’s face flushed. “Oh, I—uh—it’s… I’m—” He stumbled over his words, clearly flustered, his gaze darting anywhere but at her.

Malon’s giggle broke the awkward tension, drawing both adults’ attention.

“You okay, Miss B?” Malon asked, taking Zelda’s hand and glancing between the very embarrassed librarian and her equally embarrassed father.

“I’m alright, Malon, thank you. I just need to—” Zelda started, but when her gaze met Link’s impossibly blue eyes, her words faltered. He was staring at her, wide-eyed, looking completely thunderstruck.

“Is something wrong?” Zelda’s hands flew to her face, heat rising in her cheeks.

“N-no, no. It’s not—I just…” Link stammered again before exhaling sharply and pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry. You just startled me, that’s all. Please, don’t worry about it.” He took a quick breath and forced a reassuring smile.

“Okay. I’m really sorry, though,” Zelda said, fidgeting with her keys. “I just need to run to my car for something—I’ll be right back!” She gave them a quick smile and cleared her throat.

“You’re wearing new earrings!” Malon chirped, her eyes lighting up. “They’re really pretty! Where did you get them?”

Zelda glanced down at her, completely missing the way the color drained from Link’s face. “Oh! Aren’t they lovely? They were a gift from a very close friend of mine. Thank you!”

“You’re welcome!” Malon beamed, tugging her father’s hand to lead him toward the children’s section while Zelda quickly slipped outside.

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Zelda had become an expert at sneaking around. She had memorized the staff’s shift schedules, knew the tasks that had to be done before the library opened, and was well aware of the quiet window of time when the periodicals section was empty. Over the past month, it had become her routine to arrive first, grab her letter, and make her way to her desk just before Purah arrived, about ten minutes later.

She had no idea when Silent Knight found time to slip his letters into the drawer, but he likely had his own routine as well.

This time, when she opened the drawer, she noticed something different—more writing on the front of the envelope. Tilting her head in curiosity, she lifted the letter and read the words before quickly closing the drawer.

Please do not read this unless you want to know exactly who I am.

Zelda’s stomach lurched. She swallowed nervously and started walking to her desk, her mind racing. Exactly who he was? She had her suspicions, and her heart raced at the thought of one particular dad she’d been hoping it might be, but—was this the final revelation? Was it all about to end? She wasn’t ready for that. She wasn’t ready for it to be over—

“What’s that? And why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?” Purah’s cheery voice pulled Zelda from her thoughts, sending a fresh wave of anxiety rushing through her.

Oh no. When had Purah arrived? She was never here this early!

“What are you doing here? You’re early,” Zelda stammered, trying to steer the conversation away from the envelope.

“Oh, no, no. We’re not talking about me. What’s that? ” Purah stepped closer and pointed at the envelope in Zelda’s hand. Zelda quickly tried to hide it behind her back.

“None of your business,” she snapped, her heart nearly beating out of her chest. She had to think fast—she couldn’t let Purah win this one, or everything would be completely ruined!

Purah raised an eyebrow, smirking as she leaned back and crossed her arms in mock confidence.

“You’re here with Robbie, aren’t you?” Zelda blurted out in a desperate attempt to throw Purah off track.

Purah’s face went pale. “What?”

“You’re never early. Are you hooking up with him before hours?” Zelda went straight for the jugular.

“Shut up, Zelda!” Purah hissed, grabbing her arm and pulling her in close. “If you tell anyone, I swear—”

“Leave me alone, and I won’t say a word,” Zelda whispered, her voice low in Purah’s ear.

“ Fine . But we’re talking later. How dare you play dirty!” Purah’s voice was high-pitched, and she stalked off toward the steps leading to the library loft, leaving Zelda with a huge sense of relief and a bit of breathlessness.

Zelda sank into her chair, rubbing her face as she placed the envelope on the desk. She stared at it, her thoughts spinning. Was she ready for this? He’d taken a leap of faith—could she take that leap with him?

She could.

** ** ** **

Dearest Zelda,

It was just over a week ago that I made the decision to finally tell you who I am. The days have been unbearable, spending time with you at the library, talking to you, and hiding my true identity. I can't wait any longer. I need you to know me when your eyes meet mine. My heart can’t bear the distance between us any longer.

I want to hold you in my arms, whisper my words into your ear, run my fingers through your hair, and pull you closer for a kiss. I long to see your face up close, to be fully present with you.

Please understand, while this may change our relationship, it’s a change I welcome with open arms. I still want to write to you, but I also want to hold you.

And before I forget—Malon, my daughter, loves you more than words can say. You are the reason she has such a love for life. The library is her sanctuary, and storytime is her favorite part of the day. She speaks of no one but you. I can’t blame her, because, truth be told, I can think of no one else but you.

So, when you see us next, you’ll know us. My heart races at the thought.

With all my affection,

Link Woodhouse

** ** ** **

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Zelda stared at the ceiling as she tried to fall asleep. She’d read Link’s letter at least a hundred times. Purah opted to avoid her for the rest of the day and Robbie couldn’t quite meet her eyes when he brought down a couple of children’s books from upstairs that were left by absent-minded patrons.

I still want to write to you, but I also want to hold you.

That line ran over and over and over in her mind. Hold her? What did that mean, exactly? A hug? Snuggling on the couch? Something else? Her cheeks pinked at the thought. Now that she couldn’t stop thinking about it, she wasn’t sure she was ready.

She groaned loudly and sat back up in bed. This wouldn’t do. And she didn’t even have his number. She knelt down beside her bed, reaching her arm underneath the frame and pulled out a small wooden box with a golden clasp. Padding out to her living room, she sat down cross-legged on her couch, set down the box in front of her, and tilted the lid open.

Inside was every single letter from Link Woodhouse. She slowly took out the stack and began to read.

I fear I have had a béguin for you for some time now, but haven’t been able to work up the courage to tell you.

I wanted to tell you that I think you have beautiful hair. Every time I see your curls cascading down your shoulders, all wrong in the world seems to disappear.

You had a strand of hair tickling your nose today. I wish I could have tucked it behind your ear.

The way I dream of you, Zelda. 

My self-deprecation is very hard to overcome. You are the first person to make me feel like I could be happy in love again.

So, when you see us next, you’ll know us. My heart races at the thought.

A solitary tear trickled down Zelda’s cheek. So much had happened since that first letter. So much had changed. She had changed. She squeezed her eyes shut. 

Tomorrow was storytime. Time to lace up her big girl boots and meet her Silent Knight.

Everything was about to change.

** ** ** **

Zelda got to the library extra early that morning. She knew exactly which book she was going to read and hoped it would give her—and perhaps even Silent Knight—a bit more courage to brave their first face-to-face meeting.

It was so strange, because it wasn’t the first time they’d seen one another, or even spoken! What an unusual thing. Zelda chuckled to herself and walked toward the bookshelf to find her book.

“Zelda?” A familiar voice spoke softly behind her, more humble than usual.

“Yes, Purah?” Zelda responded, her nose close to several spines looking for her book.

“I…I just wanted to apologize to you for yesterday. I know that whatever is going on with you is none of my business, and I’m sorry I pried.”

That made Zelda stand up and turn around, an incredulous look on her face. “That’s a surprise.”

Purah frowned and wrinkled her nose. “Hey.” She crossed her arms and bumped her hips to the left.

“I’m sorry. I just—wasn’t expecting that from you. Thank you. Forgiven.” Zelda waved her off. “Ah! There it is!” She slipped the book off the shelf and into her hand.

“You…you would tell me, though, if there was something going on with you? I know I can be annoying sometimes but…but I do care what happens to you.” Purah swallowed.

Zelda smiled. “Yes, Purah. I would. I mean, I will.” At her raised eyebrow, Zelda quickly continued. “Okay. There is…something going on, but I’m still trying to figure it out myself, okay? I promise I’ll tell you once I figure it out.”

“I knew it! I knew it was something! Gosh, Zelda, you’ve been acting so strange lately. I was wondering if maybe you and Manny finally—”

“ Purah .”

“ Sorry , sorry. I’ll back off. Better get your stupid hat on, I see people coming in.” Purah breathed in deeply, looked at Zelda for a moment, and then walked off toward the main circulation desk.

Once she had donned her storytime hat, she sat down, greeting all the parents and children as they arrived. Her heart twisted more and more the closer it got to starting time. 

Then he walked through the doors.

He was wearing a soft, green linen tunic and slim, dark khaki chinos. His chestnut brown hair was pulled back into a half-ponytail with several strands wisping around his face and ears. He held his daughter’s hand, a pleasant smile on his face as he watched her chatter away at him.

Zelda thought she might faint. He was devastatingly handsome. He couldn’t possibly be more so. 

But then he looked up, and their gazes locked. The earnest look he gave her froze her to the spot, her heart pounding in her ears and her mouth running dry. Her lips parted and she gripped the book in her hands with a fierceness she would never allow from the children she was about to teach. 

And he was coming closer. The world shrunk down to just his face as he walked up to the very front—just inches away from her knees—and sat down on the floor with Malon plunking herself right in the middle of his lap.

“Mr. Woodhouse,” Zelda breathed. “How nice of you to come today.”

His smile was wide enough to dimple his cheeks. As if he could get any more handsome .

“A pleasure to be here, Miss B.”

Malon snorted. “We’re here every time, Miss B. You’re so silly!”

Zelda let out a nervous laugh. “I suppose you are! And I certainly am.” She tore her gaze away from Link and addressed the group. “Well, everyone, welcome to our last storytime of the week! I have a very special book for us today. Something that all of us can relate to, I think. Our story today is by Pat Zietlow Miller with illustrations by Eliza Wheeler.” Zelda swallowed back a lump in her throat, her gaze drifting to the deep blue eyes she’d come to appreciate.

“It’s called, When You are Brave .” She watched something flicker across Link’s expression and then he settled into a contented smile.

She began to read the book, walking through the young girl’s fears of moving away and her feelings of Too small, Too quiet, Too tired, Not enough . She read through the idea of finding a spark of courage in your heart and letting it grow until it flows all the way to your toes.

Think about what you’re good at.

Something you love.

Or someone who loves you.

No one else will see it. But you’ll know you glow.

And you’ll know you’re ready.

Zelda finished the book and closed it, settling it back down into her lap. She forced herself to meet the eyes of the group.

“Has anyone ever felt like this little girl? Scared and overwhelmed by something new?” Zelda asked.

Several hands shot up.

“Yes! Me too! And have you had to be brave?”

Heads nodded in agreement.

“I think it’s really important that when we face something scary—or something new—we find that spark inside of us and let it grow. It helps us be braver and reminds us that we can handle tough things! How many of you think you might try to be brave this week?” Zelda asked, smiling and raising her own hand. Many of the kids excitedly wiggled their hands in the air, shouting, “Me! Me! I will!”

She nodded, pleased by their excitement. Then her eyes drifted to the front of the room, where Link sat with Malon in his lap, his hand raised high, a twinkle in his eyes and a gentle smile on his lips. Zelda's heart fluttered as she became lost in his warm, sincere gaze.

She broke the moment with a sharp inhale and a wide smile for the children. “Thank you so much for coming today, everyone! Don’t forget to be BRAVE!”

As soon as everyone was dismissed, Zelda stood up. Link quickly set Malon down and she ran off to her favorite section of the library. He stood up, facing her, and he was close. Very close.

“Mr. Woodhouse,” Zelda murmured, blinking. Her heart was racing. She was close enough to hear his breathing quicken.

“ Zelda .” His eyes were burning with unspoken words. He leaned in closer, and Zelda felt a shiver start from the base of her spine up to the top of her head. Her breath hitched, and for the first time, she was at a complete loss for words.

“I–I have to go,” Link’s voice was quiet. “I have a work thing, but I had to come see you. I—” He took her hands in his.

“I read your letter.” Zelda blurted before he could continue. “All. All your letters. It’s–it’s so nice to finally meet you. And know you.” Without thinking, she threw her arms around his neck and squeezed tightly.

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“ Get! Out! Of! Town! ” Purah shoved Zelda backward as she hollered each word at her, her eyes blazing with disbelief.

“Ow! Hey! Purah, knock it off!” Zelda tried to fend off her friendly assault with her arms, swatting at her uselessly.

“You’ve been holding out on me, Zelda!” Purah dropped her arms only to fold them immediately, a look of pure astonishment paired with indignation on her face.

“What do you mean?” This was it. After the display at the library between her and Link, there was no more hiding. Time to face the music.

“All this time it’s been Link Woodhouse?! ” Purah spluttered.

“All this time?”

“Why do you keep repeating me instead of giving me answers, woman?!” Purah threw her hands up in frustration. “You’ve been an absolute nutcase for the last month and a half and I’ve been right all along and you never had the decency to even tell me what was going on?! Have you been keeping this all to yourself?!”

“It’s not like that—”

Purah gave her the flattest, most irritated look she’d ever seen.

“So you think I’m stupid, then.”

“No!”

“That man is in love with you, Zelda. I can’t believe I haven’t seen it before. Are you two hooking up?” Purah loudly whispered, pushing her up against the nearest wall out of sight. 

“ God , no! We’re just good friends, Purah. It’s not what you think! Honest!”

“All right.” Purah rolled her eyes and pushed a manicured fingernail into Zelda’s collarbone. “For the sake of argument, let’s just say that I didn’t see that man make absolute love-eyes to you after storytime and nearly french-kiss you in front of a group of innocent children. How , Zelda, have you become good friends? I’m not blind. And I know you. You never go out. You only talk shop.”

Zelda sighed.

“Spill the tea, Sassafras! ” Purah’s look was fierce.

“Okay, fine . We’re more than friends.”

“Tell me something I don't know. How did this happen? He rarely speaks to anyone but his daughter, and you only talk to adults when you’re forced to.” Purah pushed further.

Zelda’s eyes dropped to the floor. “Well, we…we’ve been writing letters to each other.”

“Letters?” Purah looked confused.

“Yes. Letters.”

“Like…emails?”

“No. Handwritten letters. So one day I found an envelope behind the Wanderer in a Sea of Fog painting and—”

“Wait, that’s the name of that painting of the dude on the rock?” Purah’s nose scrunched up and she cocked her head to one side, stretching her neck to try to see the print hanging on the far wall.

“ Really , Purah?” Zelda rolled her eyes.

“Right, right, sorry. So he wrote you a letter and hid it? ” Purah’s brow furrowed as she tried to understand.

“Yes. It was a secret letter from a person calling themselves ‘Silent Knight’, and confessing that he had a crush on me.” Zelda swallowed.

Purah’s mouth dropped open in shock. “Oh, my God . And you wrote back .”

“I wrote back.”

“How long has this been going on?” The beginnings of a smile played on Purah’s lips, despite her shock.

Zelda thought for a moment. “Almost a month and a half.”

“A month and a—!” Purah slapped her leg. “Zelda! You’ve been having a secret romance behind my back for a month and a half?? ”

“I’m not required to tell you anything!” Zelda snorted. 

“That man almost kissed you today, Zelda!” Purah cried. “I thought we were friends!”

“We are! I just…I just didn’t want you to think I was stupid!” Zelda blushed.

“Oh my God , Zelda. Why would I think you were stupid? I’m so excited for you! Have you kissed him?” Purah sidled up close and giggled.

Zelda’s blush turned crimson. “No! He only just told me who he was! What you saw today was us ‘seeing’ each other for the first time with me knowing who he was.”

“Oh my GOD , Zelda, that is so romantic!” Purah gushed.

“He has written about how he’d like to kiss me, though,” Zelda giggled.

“I bet he’s dreamed about kissing you every night. He’s quite the looker.” Purah raised an eyebrow. “Nicely done, vixen!”

“Stop!” Zelda covered her face with her hands. “You are too much!”

“I’m just teasing, Zelda. This is so wonderful! You know, every girl needs a ride-or-die that makes sure they don’t get taken advantage of. You need one, and I’m making sure he’s not going to break your heart or he’ll be sorry he ever hid that letter behind the fog dude painting!” Purah wrapped an arm around Zelda’s shoulder.

“ Please don’t make me sorry I told you,” Zelda groaned.

“I promise, I’ll be good. Oh, Zelda! I think you’ve reeled in a good one! So when do I get to read all these letters??”

“ Purah! ”

“What?!”

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“Well, as someone who has had a decent amount of experience dating men, I think this is precious and romantic.” Purah plopped herself next to Zelda on her living room couch.

“You’re the expert,” Zelda chuckled, taking a sip of her evening herbal tea.

“So, these letters…” Purah made herself comfortable, leaning back against the backrest and stretching out her arms. “...what have you two talked about?”

“What does anyone talk about when they first meet another person?” Zelda shrugged.

Purah rolled her eyes. “Quit being so vague, Zelda! Has he written sweet nothings into your eyes ? Has he written sonnets about your virtue?  Inquiring minds want to know!” 

“Why on earth would he write a sonnet about my virginity?” Zelda curled her lip up in complete disgust.

“Ew. Well when you put it that way.” 

“What did you think virtue meant, Purah?” Zelda rolled her eyes.

“Come on Zelda! ” Purah punctuated her protest with a dramatically long whine.

“ Fiiiine . We’ve written about our likes and dislikes, our favorite books, and our ideal date. He’s a writer downtown, and he’s a single dad. He compliments me on how I look and he likes my curly hair. Nothing earth-shattering, I promise you.” Zelda fiddled with her fingers as she stared at her hands.

“Has he told you about his ex?”

“Not much. Just that she was not very kind.”

“Has he—?” Purah raised a knowing eyebrow, gesturing vaguely with her hand.

“Has he what?” Zelda crinkled her nose at her friend's expression.

“ You know!” Purah hissed teasingly, nudging her arm.

“I most certainly don’t. And why are you whispering?” Zelda looked at her friend like she’d lost her mind.

Purah rolled her eyes and threw her head back in embarrassed frustration. Then, she leaned right into Zelda’s space and whispered into her ear.

“Written spicy things! About— well, you know! ”

After a moment of complete confusion, realization hit. Zelda gasped and smacked Purah away. “ Purah! ”

“What? I’m obligated to check.”

“He’s been a perfect gentleman, thank you very much,” came the indignant snort.

“Good. He’d better be.” Purah tilted her head as though coming to a realization herself. “You said he likes your curls?”

“Yes.”

A cheshire grin spread across her friend’s features. “I have an idea. Something that can let you finally take me up on that makeover!”

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Dearest Zelda,

I apologize for being so distant this past week. Work has been overwhelming with several tight deadlines, and I’ve been buried in them.

I miss you. We’ll be back soon—I promise we’ll make it to storytime on Wednesday. By then, most of my big projects will be finished, and I can finally relax. Malon has been pestering me nonstop about it. I know she misses you too.

I’m not sure I’ve ever mentioned this, but I never told Malon about our letters. I’ve tried to shield her from certain things, not because I think you would hurt her, but because she tends to give her heart so fully and quickly. After all, her heart has been broken before. I hope that makes sense.

She absolutely adores you. She’s said to me more than once, “Daddy, what about Miss B? She’s such a nice lady. I bet she’d be so nice to you, because she’s so nice to me.” Honestly, I nearly cried right then.

I don’t want to rush things, but if you’re open to it, I would love to take you out sometime soon.

Affectionately yours,

Link

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“Purah, I feel ridiculous .”

“Says the person who wears this ridiculous hat nearly every day and doesn’t have a problem with it…” Purah rolled her eyes and snorted. “You look incredible, Zelda!” Purah cooed, pulling Zelda’s shining, freshly-made curls over her shoulder.

“I don’t wear makeup. I feel like a clown!” Zelda muttered, affixing her storytime hat to the top of her head.

“You're reading a story about the Queen’s hat. You look the part. I’ve wanted to give you a makeover for so long! To anyone else, you're bringing this story to life! Quite beautifully, I might add. Plus, the rest of you finally matches this fancy hat. It's perfect.” Purah grinned proudly at her handiwork.

“I look foolish!”

“You look resplendent! You sparkle! You're going to take his breath away. I can't wait!” Purah squealed and gave Zelda two excited claps before turning her around. “Now hide behind the bookshelves. I want to introduce you!”

“Purah—”

“ Ep-ep-ep-ep !” Purah quickly tutted and motioned for her to stop talking. She pushed her over toward the first bookshelf. “They’re already coming in the front door. Trust me. It’s going to be amazing.”

Slowly, the parents and children began to arrive and take their seats for storytime. Zelda could hear them chattering excitedly, eagerly anticipating the new story for the day. She heard some of the children guessing what they thought the topic might be.

“I bet it’s going to be a story about dinosaurs!” She heard Cottla squeal. Zelda’s heart leapt in her throat, hoping to heaven her mother wasn’t around today.

“I like dinosaurs, but we haven’t read about bugs in a while,” a little boy added. “I hope it’s about bugs.”

The students chattered a bit longer until the voice she was listening for finally piped up.

“I don’t mind what subject the story is about, as long as Miss B is the one reading it!” Zelda smiled as she imagined Malon’s chin high and proud. Her stomach fluttered and her heart raced.

Link was here.

“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, friends and acquaintances! It is my absolute honor to introduce to you the Queen of our Library , reading a delightful story about the Queen and her Hat, Miss Zelda Bosphoramus! ” Purah’s booming announcer voice echoed across the library, followed by wild applause and cheering from the children and parents.

** ** ** **

My Dearest Zelda Bosphoramus, Queen of the Hyrule Central Library,

I feel compelled to write you today, hoping to offer a heartfelt apology. I fear I may have hurt you deeply, and I am truly sorry for my actions. I hope you'll allow me the chance to explain, and that you might find it within yourself to forgive such a misguided man and penfriend.

I came to the library today with every intention of asking you to dinner, a lovely candlelit evening. I’ve been gathering the courage for days, rehearsing what I would say over and over, too embarrassed to admit how often I’ve practiced the words. I wanted it to be perfect.

But when you stepped out from behind the bookshelf, I can’t even begin to explain what I felt. The elegance, the allure—everything about you was so breathtaking, I couldn’t find my words. I know you’ve never worn makeup, and I thought that might have concerned you, but you were radiant, far more than I ever imagined. It wasn’t about makeup or any external thing; it was the essence of you that completely captivated me. How could I ever feel worthy of a goddess? In that moment, I panicked, and instead of facing it, I ran.

I understand if you no longer wish to continue our correspondence. What I did today was immature, and I regret causing you any hurt. If you choose to give me a second chance, I promise I will be a better man for you going forward.

I’m truly sorry. This whole process has been difficult for me, trusting someone again. But for what it’s worth, I find you just as stunning when you’re being yourself—no makeup, no pretense—just Zelda, as I do when you are the Queen of the Hyrule Central Library.

With heartfelt regret,

Link Woodhouse

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Zelda’s shoulders trembled as she clutched the letter to her heart and leaned up against the wall next to the display desk in the periodicals section, tears streaming down her face.

If she wrote back to him, she wouldn’t even know where to start.

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“Zelda?” Purah’s voice was gentle as a hand settled on her shoulder. “Can we talk before the library closes? Please?”

Zelda turned, slipping the letter into her pocket with a quick, practiced motion. Tearstreaks cut through her makeup as she met her friend’s gaze. “This was a mistake. A stupid, stupid idea. I can’t believe I let you talk me into it.” Her voice wavered, but she forced herself to keep going. “I don’t want to talk.”

She brushed past Purah, already set on walking away—from the job, the fake relationship, the ridiculous belief that a little makeup and extra effort could make her feel desirable.

She’d ruined everything.

“Zelda, wait.” Purah’s voice was urgent, almost pleading. “There’s something you need to see.”

Zelda hesitated. “Alright.”

“Come with me.” Purah sighed, her brow furrowed as she led Zelda toward the far end of the periodicals section near the library’s entrance. She stopped in front of the newspaper rack.

“Okay, before I show you this, I just need to say—what Link did this morning? Yeah, it was pretty lame. Don’t get me wrong.”

“Lame?” Zelda echoed, arms crossed.

Purah exhaled, choosing her words carefully. “There has to be a reason why someone would choose to communicate through letters instead of face-to-face. Did you really think he was going to be ‘Mr. Suavemente’ in person?” She shook her head. “You have to give him some grace, Zelda. Some people have a lot of baggage to work through before they feel safe. Especially after everything he’s been through. And with a kid, no less.”

Purah was more serious than Zelda had ever seen her, and it was unsettling.

“I don’t expect him to be perfect,” Zelda murmured. “But why else would he leave right after storytime without even talking to me—unless I did something wrong?” Her voice wavered.

“That’s not why he left, Zelda.”

“I didn’t even look like myself. I wore makeup, did my hair like I was trying to be some kind of supermodel. He probably hated it.”

“No, he didn’t.”

“He hates me. I know it.”

Purah shot her a deadpan look. “I bet the letter he gave you says otherwise.”

Zelda stiffened. “What letter?” she tried, though she knew it was pointless.

“The one you stuffed in your pocket the second I walked in.” Purah folded her arms. “I know you’ve been using the desk to trade letters with him.” She sighed, rubbing her face. “I promise I haven’t peeked,” she added quickly.

Zelda frowned, then dropped her gaze. “I’m not exactly subtle, am I?” A bitter laugh escaped her. “I’m such a mess, Purah. I’m so bad at this.”

Without hesitation, Purah pulled her into a hug. “You’re not, Zelda. I swear you’re not.” She squeezed her tighter. “And I think Link is just as in love with you as he ever was.”

“How can you even know that, Purah?” Zelda’s voice cracked as she buried her face in Purah’s shoulder.

“Because I found something today that I think you need to see.” Purah gently took her hand and guided her toward the shelves. “I was reading the newspaper this morning.”

Zelda let out a wet laugh between sniffles. “You read the newspaper?”

“Hey, I’m not a total idiot, okay?” Purah huffed. “I mean, I read the front page at least. And when I did, I saw this.”

She pressed the latest issue of the Lucky Clover Gazette into Zelda’s hands. Zelda shot her a skeptical look before scanning the headlines, confusion knitting her brows.

“Purah, I don’t—”

“Look at the skybox.”

Zelda’s eyes moved to the top of the paper with the teaser headlines. There, at the top of the paper, read:

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Literary Hubs and Local Hearts: 

Why Libraries Matter for Children

By Link Woodhouse

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Zelda’s jaw dropped.

“This was published today?” She was having a difficult time focusing. Why was it hard to breathe? Why was Link’s name on the front page of the paper?!

“Zelda, he’s a writer for the Lucky Clover Gazette. He wrote an op-ed about our library! Give it here.”  Purah snatched the paper out of Zelda’s hands and opened it to the editorial section. “ Listen .” She cleared her throat and began to read.

“For children, a library is more than just a building filled with books—it is a gateway to imagination, learning, and opportunity. In an era of screens and distractions, libraries remain vital literary hubs that spark curiosity, foster literacy, and provide a safe haven for young minds to grow. If we truly care about the future of our children, we must recognize and defend the essential role that libraries play in their development.

I see this impact firsthand with my own daughter, Malon. At seven years old, she has already developed a deep love for books, and I credit much of that to our local library. Three times a week, she rushes through its doors, eager for storytime. As she settles onto the colorful reading rug, a hush falls over the children—but only for a moment. Their faces light up as the librarian sweeps into the room, wearing her signature peacock-feathered hat, its shimmering blue-green plumes bobbing with each step. The hat is as much a part of storytime as the books themselves, a beloved tradition that signals the start of another adventure. The children adore it, giggling as Miss B perches on her chair and begins, her expressive voice bringing each tale to life. By the end of the session, they are clamoring to check out books, eager to continue the magic at home.”

Purah looked up from the paper just in time to see Zelda’s face turn a deep shade of crimson, her eyes as wide as dinner plates.

“He—he wrote about me?” Zelda stammered.

“He wrote about you,” Purah confirmed with a grin. “An entire editorial—about you, the library, and the impact it has on the community. It’s a beautiful piece, Zelda.”

“Give me that.” Zelda snatched the paper from Purah’s hands, scanning the editorial with frantic eyes. Then, suddenly, she gasped.

“There are photos, Purah!” she squeaked. “There are photos of… of me and the kids!”

“Yup,” Purah giggled. “In your—what did he call it?— ‘signature peacock-feathered hat’!”

Zelda clutched the paper, her fingers trembling slightly. “So… he really does like—everything. He’s not… ashamed or embarrassed.” She swallowed hard against the lump rising in her throat.

Purah’s expression softened. “Zelda, he wrote an entire article about you . About your program, how much it matters, and what it means to him and his daughter. And he shared it with the world. How much more of a declaration do you need?” She threw her arms out, laughing.

Zelda opened her mouth, but the words slipped out before she could stop them. “He wants a second chance.”

Purah blinked. “What?”

“In his letter.” Zelda licked her lips, her voice barely above a whisper. “He apologized. And he asked if he could have another chance.”

Purah’s smile was knowing, gentle. “I think he deserves one, don’t you?”

Zelda stared at the article for a moment, her gaze softening. Then she looked up at Purah, resolve shining in her eyes.

“Yes. Yes, I believe he does.” She exhaled and folded the newspaper. “I can close up the library, Purah. You should go home.” A slow smile spread across her lips. “I have a letter to write.”

Without warning, she threw her arms around Purah’s neck, squeezing her tight. “Thank you. You’re such a wonderful friend—I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Purah chuckled, hugging her back. “Well, lucky for you, you’ll never have to find out.”

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Literary Hubs and Local Hearts: Why Libraries Matter for Children

By Link Woodhouse

For children, a library is more than just a building filled with books—it is a gateway to imagination, learning, and opportunity. In an era of screens and distractions, libraries remain vital literary hubs that spark curiosity, foster literacy, and provide a safe haven for young minds to grow. If we truly care about the future of our children, we must recognize and defend the essential role that libraries play in their development.

I see this impact firsthand with my own daughter, Malon. At seven years old, she has already developed a deep love for books, and I credit much of that to our local library. Three times a week, she rushes through its doors, eager for storytime. As she settles onto the colorful reading rug, a hush falls over the children—but only for a moment. Their faces light up as the librarian sweeps into the room, wearing her signature peacock-feathered hat, its shimmering blue-green plumes bobbing with each step. The hat is as much a part of storytime as the books themselves, a beloved tradition that signals the start of another adventure. The children adore it, giggling as she perches on her chair and begins, her expressive voice bringing each tale to life. By the end of the session, they are clamoring to check out books, eager to continue the magic at home.

The staff goes to great lengths to make learning fun and engaging. From scavenger hunts that guide children through the shelves to hands-on craft projects that bring stories to life, the library isn’t just a quiet place to read—it’s a space where curiosity thrives. Malon has built fairy houses inspired by books about woodland creatures, programmed tiny robots in a STEM workshop, and even participated in a summer reading challenge where she "traveled" around the world through books. The library has become more than just a place we visit; it has become a second home, filled with people who nurture her curiosity and celebrate her discoveries.

One of the most profound ways libraries impact children is by cultivating a love of reading. From the moment a toddler toddles into a storytime session, they are introduced to the magic of books—words that leap off the page, stories that expand their world, and characters that teach them about empathy and courage. Early exposure to books has been linked to stronger literacy skills, better academic performance, and a lifelong habit of reading. And yet, for many families, especially those in underserved communities, books can be a luxury. Libraries bridge that gap, offering free access to countless worlds and ideas that children might not otherwise encounter.

Beyond books, libraries serve as powerful educational resources. In many communities, they provide after-school programs, homework help, STEM workshops, and summer reading challenges that prevent learning loss during school breaks. These programs don’t just support children academically; they also instill confidence and a sense of achievement. In an increasingly competitive world, libraries equip children with the skills they need to thrive, no matter their socioeconomic background.

But libraries do more than build literacy and knowledge—they build safe spaces. In many neighborhoods, they serve as sanctuaries for children who may not have a quiet place to read or study at home. With the rise of digital media, libraries also help bridge the digital divide by providing access to computers, Wi-Fi, and research tools that many students rely on for their schoolwork. A library is often the only place where a child can complete an assignment, learn to use technology, or explore a passion without financial barriers.

Perhaps most importantly, libraries help children see themselves in stories. Representation matters, and libraries ensure that young readers encounter books with diverse characters, cultures, and perspectives. Whether it’s a book about a child who shares their background or a story that introduces them to someone completely different, libraries create opportunities for understanding and inclusivity. In a time when book bans and censorship threaten to limit the stories children can access, libraries stand as defenders of intellectual freedom, ensuring that no child’s experience is erased or deemed unworthy.

Despite their undeniable value, libraries often face funding cuts, closures, and challenges in keeping up with evolving needs. But when we invest in libraries, we invest in children—their education, their confidence, their creativity, and their futures. Every child, no matter where they live or what resources their family has, deserves the opportunity to discover a love of learning.

A library card may seem like a simple thing, but to a child, it is a key—one that unlocks endless possibilities. I see it every time Malon clutches hers, flipping through the pages of her latest borrowed book, her face alight with curiosity. I see it when she proudly sounds out new words, when she dreams up her own stories, and when she asks me, with wide eyes, if we can go back—just one more time this week.

And each time we return, Miss B, the librarian with the peacock-feathered hat, is there to greet her with a warm smile and a new book recommendation, always knowing just what will spark her imagination. She celebrates Malon's small victories—her first chapter book, her first completed summer reading challenge—and makes her feel like she belongs in this world of stories. It is through her kindness, patience, and passion that my daughter has found a love of reading that will last a lifetime.

One day, Malon will outgrow the colorful reading rug and the whimsical magic of Miss B’s hat. But the love of learning, the confidence to explore, and the belief that stories can change the world—those will stay with her. And that is why libraries matter. Because within their walls, children like Malon aren’t just discovering books; they’re discovering themselves.

As a society, we must protect and champion our libraries, ensuring that every child has access to the stories, knowledge, and safe spaces they provide. Because the future is quietly being shaped in those stacks—one book, one reader, one dream at a time. And for Malon, for Miss B, and for every child who finds their place within a library’s walls, that future is worth defending.

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Dear Link,

I must confess your hasty departure left me feeling confused and very self-conscious. I've never dressed up like that before for anything. It was in the name of bringing the book to life, but if I'm being completely honest, it was actually just for you. I'm so sorry that it caused you stress. I promise I will never do that again. I felt uncomfortable anyway. I didn't feel like “me”. 

I finally told Purah the truth. I’m sure you know who she is—she’s been such a good friend, and she defended you when I thought all hope was lost. She also found out your little secret. So, you’re a reporter for the Lucky Clover Gazette? I should’ve guessed! Their office is just around the corner from the library! She showed me your op-ed about the library, and I have to say, it moved me to tears. Was that meant to be a surprise? I didn’t even know you were writing it! There was even a picture of me in my hat, and I was so touched.

Please, write back soon. I’m really struggling to understand everything right now. But I do want you to know that I’m willing to give you a second chance. I understand that your past with your ex-wife has left you feeling hesitant and anxious about your future relationships, and I promise that, if you decide to come to the library and see me again, you won’t have to worry about me judging you.

I have a phrase I’ve picked up from a coaching workshop that I attended some time ago. It’s called “Presuming Positive Intent.” It’s the idea that most people mean well and are trying to do things right, even if there are barriers in communication. I want to “presume positive intent” with you.

The only baggage I have (I think) is simply a lack of experience. I’m not always sure how you feel about me, and sometimes my mind jumps to the worst-case scenario. Please, save me from the lies my mind is telling me right now.

I’m anxiously awaiting your reply,

Zelda

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Dear Zelda,

I think what you’ve asked is entirely fair, and I can understand how confusing this must have been for you. Trust me, I’ve spent a lot of time beating myself up about it since storytime. I know the voices that run through the mind all too well. My own mind is a symphony of panic on a regular day—it’s a miracle I can function at all. But don’t worry, I’m working on getting support for it. I’m committed to improving for Malon, if not for myself. And now, I find myself motivated to do better for another reason.

I’m far from perfect, and I can’t promise I won’t make foolish mistakes again. But I can promise you I will work hard to be the person you deserve. I feel incredibly inadequate at times, but I love the idea of “presuming positive intent” you shared with me. It eases my mind more than you realize. However, I also know that the road to hell is paved with good intentions, so I promise to follow through with actions too.

Do you like chocolate? I know it’s a trivial gesture given everything we’re going through, but I thought a small treat might remind you of how much I care for you. It’s a raspberry creme center—my favorite. I picked it up from the corner shop yesterday with the intention of giving it to you. Of course, you should probably keep it hidden since food isn’t allowed in the library. It can be our little secret.

To counter the lies in your mind:

• You are devastatingly beautiful. Your eyes were the first thing that caught my attention, followed by your smile, which is just as captivating. I still wonder what it would feel like to have your hair tickle my fingers. No amount of makeup could ever make you more or less beautiful than you already are. But just so you know, the makeup you wore only accentuated your features, which was exactly what struck me in the first place. Nothing wrong with that, I promise.

• Your spirit is infectious, and your love for people (even if you don’t always enjoy interacting with them) shines through. You are kind, and it’s clear how much you care for my daughter—and for all the children you encounter.
• There’s nothing about you that would ever scare me away, Zelda. Please don’t worry about that. In fact, I think the opposite is much more likely to be true.

My, these letters are getting longer. My hand is sore, but I want to speak to you in person. I’m bringing Malon to storytime on Wednesday, and I would love to speak with you afterward, if you could steal away for a break?

Humbly,

Link

P.S. Yes, the op-ed was supposed to be a surprise. I guess I ruined that too, didn’t I?

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The relief that settled in Zelda’s chest was so heavy she nearly tripped on the way back to her desk. She took a bite of the sweet treat, and couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped her lips. Was he really buying her sweets now? The gesture, small as it was, meant the world to her. Her heart fluttered at the thought that he’d gone out of his way for her. With his reassuring words and now this sweet surprise still lingering in her mind and on her tongue, the thought of waiting two more days to see him suddenly felt like an eternity.

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It began as just another ordinary day at the library. Zelda arrived early, sighed as Purah dashed up the stairs in playful pursuit of Robbie, and settled into her usual routine—reshelving books and arranging the newest titles for display.

But today, an undercurrent of anticipation hummed deep in her chest—a subtle but undeniable sign of impending change. Link Woodhouse had reassured her that his feelings hadn’t wavered, that despite the awkwardness of their last meeting, he truly wanted to sit down and talk with her. Talk! What would that even be like?! Writing gave her the space to process, to plan, to be… eloquent . The thought of having to respond to him in real time—without the safety net of carefully chosen words—sent a wave of anxiety tightening around her chest.

She walked through her entire morning in a daze, entirely preoccupied with whatever was going to happen after storytime. Even picking out the book to read was an afterthought, and it wasn’t until she’d settled the book in her lap at the conclusion of storytime that she felt the pang of reality hit her like a dagger to the chest.

“Zelda?” His voice, warm and honey-smooth, drew her gaze as he stepped beside the storytime chair. “Is… is there somewhere we could talk in private?” He was giving her that earnest look again—the one that sent a tingle straight to her ears.

“Of course, yes,” she replied, fighting to keep her voice steady. “Will Malon be alright, or should I find something to keep her occupied?”

“Oh, she’s fine. She actually likes browsing on her own most of the time. She’s well-behaved, so no need to worry.” Link’s smile was a little shy, his throat bobbing with a nervous swallow.

“Great! There’s a small office just off the main entrance where we can talk. Follow me.”

Zelda rose quickly, striding purposefully across the library, though her heart pounded so hard she feared he might hear it. As she walked, she curled her fingers slightly to keep them from trembling and focused on steadying her breaths. This was already proving to be more nerve-wracking than she had anticipated.

As she softly shut the office door behind them, Zelda moved beside the desk while Link instinctively took a step back, pressing himself against the wall as if trying to create more space in the confined room. His posture was rigid, hands clasped so tightly in front of him that his knuckles turned white. His gaze briefly flickered to hers before skittering away, landing somewhere near the stack of books on the shelf behind her. The air between them was thick with unsaid words, a far cry from the effortless flow of declarations they had shared in their letters.

She cleared her throat, a twinkle in her eyes. “You know, I thought you’d be taller.”

Link blinked, his gaze finally snapping to hers. “I—what?”

Zelda smirked, hoping a little levity might ease the tension. “I suppose I imagined you towering over me like some kind of gallant knight.” She gestured vaguely. “You’re still plenty gallant, just… less towering.”

Link let out a breathy chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “I guess I should apologize for not being seven feet tall.”

“No, no, please don’t apologize,” She giggled. “I rather like that we’re the same height.”

Another long, awkward pause. His eyes squeezed shut, then he blurted, “ Sorry .”

Zelda’s brow furrowed. “For what?”

His fingers tightened. “For being… bad at this,” he admitted, finally opening his eyes and meeting her gaze for a fleeting second before looking away again. “Writing is… easier.”

She softened, tilting her head. “I know. Believe me, I know.”

Link let out another nervous laugh, his hands finding the back of his neck once more. “I had everything planned out in my head, but now it’s just… gone.”

Zelda pressed her lips together, fighting the urge to laugh—not at him, of course, but at how utterly endearing this was. The same man who had filled pages with eloquent, heartfelt words was now struggling to string together a single sentence in front of her.

“Would it help,” she ventured, “if we pretended this was just another letter?”

Link hesitated, thinking, then nodded slowly.

“Alright then.” Zelda straightened her posture, a playful glint in her eyes. “My dear Silent Knight,” she began, voice soft yet teasing as she took a step closer. “It has felt like ages since your last letter. And now, at last, here you are—standing before me.”

Link exhaled a quiet breath and smiled, some of the tension easing from his shoulders. “My Dear Queen of the Hyrule Central Library,” he murmured, finally meeting her gaze—truly meeting it. “I am wholly unworthy of you. Even after my… less-than-graceful performance at our last meeting, you still show me kindness.” His hand lifted, fingertips tentatively brushing her cheek with the lightest of touches. “You are, by all accounts, a most magnanimous sovereign.”

The hesitation, the nerves—gone. In their place, the warmth of his blue eyes and a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Zelda giggled, leaning into his touch. “Someone has been helping his daughter with her vocabulary studies, I see,” she teased again, her voice barely above a whisper.

He drew in closer, close enough that their noses nearly touched. Zelda watched as his eyes fluttered shut.

“You’re not the only one who read the dictionary as a child, My Queen,” he whispered, his breath warm against her skin. His hands cradled her face, thumbs brushing her cheeks in a delicate, trembling caress.

“Link—” Zelda breathed, but her sigh was interrupted by a ruckus at the main entrance of the building, just outside the office.

The two of them instantly pulled apart. Zelda’s heart began to race as she turned around and threw open the door, stepping into the lobby. She immediately regretted it.

A man stood not ten feet away, his eyes bloodshot and unfocused, stumbling slightly as he moved. His clothes were ragged, and the smell of alcohol practically clung to him. He was yelling, his words slurred and erratic.

“Why’z nobody helpin’ me?” he shouted, his voice rising in a mix of frustration and confusion. He staggered in the middle of the lobby, scanning the room as if searching for someone to pay attention to him.

Zelda froze for a moment, unsure of how to react. She could see Purah behind the front desk, visibly shaken and wide-eyed, trying to stay out of the man's line of sight.

“I neeedzum money!” The man bellowed suddenly, his voice wild. His eyes flickered toward Zelda. “An’ nobody helps!” He stumbled forward, his arm jerking out at an odd angle as he took another step, knocking over a chair in his path.

Zelda’s chest tightened. She had seen people in desperate situations before, but this was different. The man was unhinged. She looked quickly around the room, hoping someone else had already called the police. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest as she tried to assess the situation.

Then, in an instant, the man pulled something out of his coat. 

A handgun.

Purah screamed and ducked behind the front desk. Zelda’s blood ran cold as she watched the man’s wild eyes lock onto her.

“You!” the man screamed, pointing the gun at her. “C’mere!” His movements were jerky, uncoordinated, and Zelda instinctively took a step back, her heart hammering in her throat.

When she didn’t move fast enough, he grew furious. With a speed that startled her, he lunged forward, grabbing her wrist with a tight grip that sent pain shooting through her arm.

“Zelda!” Link shouted from behind her, his face pale with fear as he started to move toward them. But the man swung the gun toward him, his finger twitching near the trigger.

“Don’tchu come clossserr!” the man’s slurred speech was snarled, his breath rancid. “Or she dies!”

Link froze, his face a mixture of anger and terror, but his hands shot up in a gesture of surrender. “ Okay . Okay, just—please, don’t hurt her,” he said, his voice trembling but steady. He took a slow step back, his eyes never leaving Zelda.

“Now, purty girl,” the man drawled, his eyes gleaming with a mad kind of desperation. “Take me to your locked safe!” He tugged on Zelda’s arm harder, and she winced, fighting the rising panic in her chest.

Her mind raced. The library didn’t have a safe. It wasn’t a bank. There was no money to give him. She had to think of something fast.

“Th-this is a library, sir,” she said, her voice shaky but trying to stay calm. “Not a bank. We don’t have a safe! Please, just… just let me go. We can help you, but not like this.”

The man’s eyes narrowed, his grip on her wrist tightening as he pulled her closer. “Liar!” He spat. “You all got a safe!” He took a few unsteady steps forward, making Zelda stumble with him.

Her pulse raced, but she tried to steady her breath. She knew that if she didn’t keep him talking, things could escalate. “Sir, please,” she said softly. “There’s no money here, but we can call someone who can help you. Let me go, and we can figure this out.”

But the man didn’t seem to be listening. He was becoming more frantic by the second, eyes darting around the room, not fully processing her words.

Zelda’s breath hitched in her throat as she saw a flicker of movement from the door. Several officers stormed through the entrance, weapons drawn. Without hesitation, they surged forward.

“Drop the gun! Now!” One of the officers shouted, moving toward the man with authority.

The gunman’s eyes widened in panic, but he didn’t release Zelda. His grip was still tight, his breath ragged. “No! Don’t come near me!” He yelled, waving the gun wildly. He pushed Zelda in front of him, using her as a human shield.

Link’s eyes flared with panic. “No!” he shouted, but he stayed back, knowing any movement could make the situation worse.

The officers didn't hesitate. They closed the distance quickly, one tackling the man from the side, knocking the gun from his hand. Another officer rushed in to grab Zelda, pulling her behind the nearest bookshelf to safety.

The man screamed in frustration as the officers took him to the ground, pinning him there with practiced precision. Zelda’s knees shook beneath her as she was led away from the chaos, her heart still pounding in her chest.

She looked toward Link, who was breathing heavily, his face pale and anxious. “Malon?” he whispered urgently, his eyes wide as he searched the room.

“I—I don’t know,” Zelda said, her voice trembling. “She wasn’t near the lobby, but—”

Before she could finish, a small series of coughs interrupted her and Malon’s small voice called from the back of the periodicals section. “Daddy?”

Zelda let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding, her legs almost giving out with relief. Link quickly rushed over to his daughter, pulling her into his arms and hugging her tightly.

As the police took the man away, Zelda stood silently, watching them. She and Purah exchanged a glance of relief from across the lobby. She could still feel the man’s touch on her arm, the weight of the moment settling in. But for now, at least, everyone was safe.

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Zelda's alarm screeched incessantly somewhere in the haze of her distant consciousness. She tried forcing it back to the far reaches of her mind, but it was a losing battle.

She flipped over in her bed and groaned loudly, flailing her arms uselessly in the direction of the offending noise. She chided herself, irritated that she'd forgotten to turn it off the night before. It was her day off, after all. 

“Shut up, you stupid alarm!” She finally rolled over and smacked it quiet.

She felt… awful . It had been terribly difficult to fall asleep after the harrowing events of yesterday afternoon, and once she did, she had nightmare after nightmare. Everything had happened so fast. By the time the commotion had ended and the police had grilled her and Purah with what felt like hundreds of questions, Link and Malon had left the library and they’d parted yet again without exchanging phone numbers.

Oh, what she would give to talk to him now.

She glanced at her bedside clock. Nine o’clock. Purah would already be at the library by now. She rubbed her eyes and slowly sat up, reaching for her phone. She dialed Purah’s cell and waited.

“Koshia’s Ride-or-Die Service, Purah Koshia speaking!” Came the sing-songy voice through the receiver.

Despite her lingering irritation, Zelda couldn’t help but laugh. “Hey, Purah, it’s me.”

“Yeah. I know. Why aren’t you asleep?!”

“It’s nine o’clock?” Zelda’s tone was laced with irritation.

“So?! It’s your day off! You’re supposed to be lazy!”

“I need you to do me a favor.” 

“Favors cost extra.”

Zelda rolled her eyes. “Extra as in keeping secrets about library makeouts with fellow employees?”

A groan on the other end of the line. “ Fine . What favor.”

“I need you to give Link my phone number today when he and Malon come in for storytime.”

“Oh. Crap. That’s today? Do I have to wear your stupid hat?!” Purah sounded extremely put out.

“No! Just pick a story, read it, and then give him my phone number! We forgot to exchange info in all the craziness that happened yesterday.”

“I saw you two making for the tiny office right before. Did you get your kiss, finally??” Purah teased.

“ Purah! ” Zelda hissed through the phone as she felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment.

“Well, that’s a no. Gosh dang, Zelda, you two burn slower than a wet log in a rainstorm!”

“Just! …give him my number… please? ”

“Yeah, okay. Since if it were entirely up to the two of you, you’d never remember anyway.”

“Shut up , Purah. Gods! And thanks.” Zelda hung up the phone and fell back on her bed with a groan.

That afternoon, Zelda’s phone buzzed as a text came through.

** ** ** **

P:  Hey, Zelda, I just wanted to let you know that Link and Malon weren’t at storytime today. Sorry!

Z:  Strange. They almost never miss. Maybe they needed a break from yesterday, too.

P:  Yeah, I’m sure that’s probably it. They’ll be here Wednesday, surely.

Z:  Yeah. Thanks anyway, though.

P:  You could always visit him at work… 😏

Z:  Yeah, bc that wouldn’t be weird at all 🙄

P:  Right. Because exchanging secret letters at work for two months is completely normal 🤨

Z:  😑😑😑

** ** ** **

That evening, Zelda drove to the library right before closing, knowing that Purah had already gone home for the day. She wasn’t sure who was closing, but as she whisked in the front door, she waved at one of her other coworkers and headed straight for the periodicals section. She could definitely see Link opting out of storytime if he knew Zelda had the day off, though she wasn’t sure how he would know unless he’d actually shown up and then left. And Malon would have most likely thrown a fit about it first.

She opened the desk drawer.

It was empty.

A pang of disappointment hit her, even though she was somewhat expecting it. Then she got mad at herself for driving herself to the library for nothing. She glanced at the clock. Fifteen minutes until closing. That was enough time to write a letter. She jogged over to her desk and pulled out a pen and paper.

** ** ** **

Link,

I hope you and Malon are doing alright after the terrible altercation at the library yesterday. I decided to take the day off to shake off the events of the day, but haven’t slept well. I was silently kicking myself for forgetting to exchange our numbers so we could communicate beyond the library, but alas, here we are.

Just so you have it, my cell phone number is 900.555.3332. You are welcome to call or text me anytime.

I miss you,

Zelda

** ** ** **

She neatly folded it and wrote “Silent Knight” on the outside without an envelope. She rushed back to the desk drawer, placed the letter inside, and slid it closed. She told herself she could wait until she opened the drawer again later tomorrow when she ended her shift at the library.

Chapter Text

The day dragged on unbearably. Though Link and Malon never appeared in the library, she had often received a return letter before the day’s end. Now that she knew where he worked, it made sense—he must have dropped them off during his break while Malon was at school.

Surely, there would be one waiting for her.

She forced herself to wait until the library emptied for the night. Anxiety tightened in her chest as she approached the display desk and slowly pulled open the drawer.

Her own letter from that morning stared back at her, untouched.

A cold unease settled over her. Two days without a reply—this wasn’t like him.

** ** ** **

“Hey.” Purah approached Zelda’s desk, her brow furrowed. “You look upset. What’s going on? I feel totally out of the loop.”

“That happens to me too when I take time off,” Zelda replied, her voice heavy. “Did you have a good time with your family?”

Purah snorted softly. “Meh. It’s my family—good times only happen by accident.” Amused at her own joke, she expected at least a smirk from Zelda, but when none came, she leaned in. “Okay, something’s definitely wrong. Talk to me.” She grabbed a chair and sat down.

Zelda sighed and glanced at the clock. The library wouldn’t open for another twenty minutes. She had time. Meeting Purah’s concerned gaze, she hesitated for only a moment before speaking.

“I think I’ve been ghosted.”

“What? By Link?? ” Purah’s shock was immediate.

Zelda nodded. “Yes.”

“That doesn’t sound like him. When did you last see him?” Purah sat up straighter, her concern deepening.

“The day the gunman came into the library.” Zelda’s voice wavered as tears welled in her eyes.

“Shoot. That was a week ago. They’ve missed storytime all week?” Purah leaned back, incredulous.

“Yes.” A tear slipped down Zelda’s cheek. “Do you think…do you think—?”

“ No. ” Purah’s voice was firm. “If that man doesn’t propose to you soon I’ll eat my shirt!”

“You need to stop betting your shirt, Purah,” Zelda’s chuckle was pained. “Pretty soon you’re going to come to work without one.”

“I can name a few men that wouldn’t mind.”

“Ugh, Purah, shut up already. You’re not helping.” Zelda groaned.

“You started it!”

“Actually you —nevermind.” Zelda stood up.

“Why don’t you go down to the Gazette and see him?” Purah stepped back, her hands on her hips.

“I don’t want to be creepy, Purah!”

“For crying out loud, Zelda, he comes to see you nearly every day!”

“That’s different, Purah! The library is a public place!” Zelda cried out in frustration.

“So’s the newspaper, dummy! Go. I’ll cover for you. Go find him!” Purah gave her a little shove. “If he’s gone missing, it’s not because of you. Trust me.”

** ** ** **

It took another full day of staring at her untouched letter before she finally gave in. Snatching it from the drawer on her lunch break, she all but bolted out of the library and down the street toward the Lucky Clover Gazette.

Now, standing at the entrance of the quaint, vintage-style building, she took a steadying breath and stepped inside.

The interior was just as inviting as the exterior. As Zelda entered the lobby, the rich scent of aged paper and freshly brewed coffee filled the air. The wooden floors let out a soft creak beneath her steps, and deep emerald-green walls were adorned with framed front pages—snapshots of history frozen in time. Overhead, a brass chandelier bathed the room in a warm, golden glow, its light catching the elegant hand-painted sign above the oak reception desk.

“Good morning, Miss,” the receptionist greeted her with a warm, welcoming smile. “Welcome to the Gazette. How can I assist you today?”

Zelda approached the desk, willing her hands to stop trembling. “Hi, I—I’m looking for someone who works here.”

The young receptionist offered a kind smile. “Of course. Who are you looking for?”

“Link Woodhouse. I wasn’t sure if he was in today. If he is, could I set up a meeting or see him in his office?” Even saying the words made her want to disappear.

A flicker of concern crossed the woman’s face before she drew in a measured breath. “Link? Oh, I’m so sorry—he’s not in today.”

“Oh.” Disappointment sank heavy in Zelda’s stomach. “Do you… know when he’ll be back? I’m his…” She hesitated. What was she to him? “...friend. I work at the library. He and his daughter are regulars, and I just haven’t seen him in over a week, and I was—”

The understanding in the receptionist’s eyes made Zelda’s voice falter. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to waste your time. I can just wait until he’s back.” Embarrassment burned in her cheeks, and she turned to leave, humiliated.

“Wait!” The urgency in the woman’s voice stopped her in her tracks. When Zelda turned back, she was met with a look of pure compassion—the same warmth Link had given her behind the bookshelves the day Cottla’s mother berated her.

“Yes?” Zelda swallowed hard, fighting back the sting of tears.

“You’re the girl from Link’s op-ed, aren’t you?” the woman asked gently.

Zelda’s breath caught. “I—” Her voice cracked. “Yes. I am.”

The woman’s smile was sad but sincere. “He hasn’t been in all week. His daughter’s in the hospital.”

Zelda’s stomach dropped. “What?”

“She’s the sweetest thing. Always comes to work with him—could talk the hind leg off a donkey, that one. She fell ill last week, and it got serious fast. He mentioned he’d be in tomorrow. Would you like me to pass along a message?”

“Actually… could you tell me where his office is? I’d like to leave him a note if I could.” Zelda’s chest tightened. “Oh, sweet Malon. I hope she’s okay.”

“Of course. Right this way.” The receptionist stepped out from behind the desk and led Zelda to a modest office. With a reassuring nod, she stepped out, closing the door behind her.

Alone, Zelda took in the space, her heart fluttering despite the heavy news. So this was where he spent his days when he wasn’t at the library . She wished she had time to take it all in, but her break was nearly over. Shaking herself from her thoughts, she reached for a pen and a nearby pad of paper.

** ** ** **

Thursday, May 1

Dear Link,

I stopped by today because I hadn’t seen you or Malon in a while, and I was starting to worry. I wasn’t sure if I had said or done something to make you rethink our relationship, and I’m sorry if coming to your workplace was overstepping. I just needed to know if you were all right.

The kind receptionist recognized me from your op-ed and told me Malon is in the hospital. I truly hope she’s okay—and that you’re okay, too. If you have a moment, would you come by and give me an update? I don’t know which hospital she’s in, or I would have come myself. And somehow, we managed to forget to exchange phone numbers again.

I miss you so much. Please know I’m thinking of you both and praying for her recovery.

With all my heart,

Zelda

** ** ** **

Chapter Text

“Late shift again tonight?” Purah asked, adjusting the strap of her purse as she prepared to leave. “We never got to talk after you got back yesterday—things got crazy. How did it go at the Lucky Clover ?”

Zelda frowned. “He wasn’t there. Malon’s in the hospital.”

Purah gasped. “What? Oh my God. Why?”

“I don’t know!” Zelda’s voice was tight with worry. “The receptionist was really kind, but she just said Malon’s been sick for a while. That must be why he hasn’t been by the library! I’m so worried about them, but I have no real information. We never even exchanged phone numbers!”

“Oh, Zelda…” Purah murmured sympathetically.

“The receptionist let me into his office so I could leave him a note,” Zelda continued, voice glum. “Apparently, he was supposed to stop by for a bit today, but that’s all I’ve got. I have no idea when I’ll hear from him.”

“You could call around the hospitals, see if you can find anything,” Purah suggested.

“I could, but there are at least three hospitals he could’ve taken her to. I don’t want to be a bother. Maybe I should just wait.”

Purah groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Zelda. You are not a bother. Sitting here and stressing won’t help—you need to do something. Call the hospitals after your shift. At least try.”

Zelda sighed. “Alright. I’ll try.”

“Good. And keep me updated. I’ve got a date with Robbie tonight.” Purah squeezed Zelda’s arm before heading toward the door. “Call me if you need anything.”

Zelda rolled her eyes. “Like I’d call you in the middle of your date.”

“I don’t care! If anything happens, call me!” Purah shouted over her shoulder as she walked out.

** ** ** **

There was something almost magical about the library at night. The soft glow of city lights filtered through the tall windows, casting gentle patterns across the floor. The quiet trickle of the lobby’s water feature filled the space with a soothing hum, the only sound in the stillness. After a long day of patrons bustling through the aisles, the solitude of closing time felt like a comforting embrace—a rare, peaceful moment to simply exist in the hush of an empty library.

The ache of longing for Link’s presence was unbearable. How had she ever lived happily without his kind words, his gentle gaze, and the promise of his lips? The uncertainty gnawed at her, an unrelenting agony.

With a heavy heart, she packed up her things, grabbing her keys to lock up. As she made her way to lock the emergency exit in the periodicals section, the sound of the front door opening made her freeze. She cursed herself for not checking that door first. A surge of unease crept up her spine, her mind conjuring images of a weapon-wielding intruder ending her sad and boring existence. All she wanted was to go home—

“Zelda?”

The warmth and urgency in the familiar voice made her gasp, the sound echoing through the empty library.

“Zelda, are you here? Please be here.”

Her heart leapt into her throat. Without thinking, she broke into a run toward the entrance, her pulse pounding at the thought of seeing those familiar, earnest blue eyes and that dimpled smile once more.

“Link!” she cried, tears brimming as she spotted him standing there—alone. As he turned toward her, the worry on his face melted into pure relief.

Zelda flung herself into his arms, knocking him back with a forceful embrace. He let out a grunt but recovered instantly, wrapping his strong arms around her and holding her as tightly as he could. A relieved sob escaped him as he spun her in a slow circle, clinging to her like he never wanted to let go.

“Zelda, oh Zelda, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry— ” His words choked as he let out another sob. “It’s been such an awful, awful week,” His shoulders trembled as she pulled him in tighter, letting him collapse against her. “Malon, she—”

“I know, I know, shhh, it’s okay. It’s going to be okay.” Zelda soothed him, instinctively rocking him back and forth as he cried. “Is she still in the hospital? What happened?”

Link finally pulled away, his hands sliding down her arms before gently clasping hers. Blinking back fresh tears, he released one hand just long enough to wipe his face.

“She had a cough last week. It started the morning after the library incident. I thought it was nothing, just a cold. But overnight, it got worse. I went to check on her in the morning, and she was struggling to breathe. By the time I called 911 and the ambulance got there, I had almost—” His voice caught, his breath shuddering. “I’d almost lost her.”

“Oh, Link,” Zelda pulled him in for another, more gentle hug. “I am so sorry. How is she doing now?”

“She’s okay. They want to keep her another day or two, depending on how fast her lungs recover. She has pneumonia. It just deteriorated so fast. I feel like a h-horrible father.” His voice cracked.

“Oh goodness, Link, I’m sure you never left her side! I was so worried! We hadn’t seen you two in a week, and I went over to the Gazette to ask after you.” Zelda squeezed him tightly. “You are the most incredible father. You forget how often I've seen you; How long I've known you.” She pulled away, holding his shoulders securely and looking pointedly into his watery blue eyes.

He exhaled shakily. “Then I must be a terrible friend… disappearing on you like that.”

“No. You’re a wonderful friend. And you had a very good reason.”

“You don’t understand, Zelda. I don’t do this—I don’t just shut out the people I love.” The words were out before he could stop them, and both their eyes widened.

“You—you…” Zelda stuttered as she took a step back, her cheeks pinking. “You love me? ”

A medley of emotions surged and faded across Link’s face, as if he were weighing a thousand unspoken words, before softening into something achingly tender.

“ Yes ,” his voice was gentle as he swallowed slowly, “More than—”

Before he could finish, Zelda threw herself forward into his arms, capturing his lips with hers.

He inhaled sharply through his nose but surrendered instantly. A soft sigh escaped into the quiet, and then Link found his courage. His hands, warm and sure, wrapped around her arms, pulling her closer. He softened against her, then suddenly let out a breathy chuckle.

“What?” Zelda pulled back, breathless, her cheeks blooming a deeper pink. Her green eyes sparkled with curiosity.

His grin was crooked, teasing. “You don’t have to keep your lips puckered. Just relax.” Amusement danced in his blue eyes.

“Oh.” Zelda’s face burned hot. “I told you I’d be bad at this. I’m sorry.” She squeezed her eyes shut, embarrassed.

“ No, ” Link murmured, his voice softer than she’d ever heard it. “Not bad. Cute. Can we try again?” He brushed the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip, and her face immediately relaxed at the tenderness of his touch. She nodded, eyes wide. 

“ Yes ,” he whispered, his gaze on her lips. “ Just… like… that .”

This time, he leaned in slowly, his lips brushing against hers with a gentle, unhurried pressure. They were soft and warm, a little slippery, sending a delicious shiver down her spine. His fingers cradled her neck, his touch both firm and reverent, and for a moment, the world stood still.

In the way he kissed her, she felt everything—his strength, his love, his quiet devotion. Her knees wobbled, her body melting into his, until he finally pulled away. His eyes remained closed, brow faintly furrowed as if savoring the moment, his breath slow and measured.

“Was that the way you wanted to kiss me in your letters?” Zelda hummed, nudging her nose against his. Their breaths mingled, the space between them vanishing.

Link’s lips quirked into a small, shy smile. “So much better,” he murmured. “You caught me by surprise.” When he finally opened his eyes, the stormy blue she had come to know so well had softened, shimmering like sunlight on water. “I love you, Zelda. More than words can say.”

“You would know, Silent Knight ,” she teased, her voice hushed. “Your words have already said so much.” Closing her eyes, she nuzzled against his nose. “I love you, too.”

His soft chuckle vibrated against her skin. “So have yours, Zelda, Queen of the Hyrule Central Library, ” and he leaned in to kiss her again.

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** ** ** **

Z:  Hey, you there?

P:  👀 👀

Z:  Lol. So…guess who showed up right as I was locking up?

P:  MANNY

Z:  OMG PURAH WHAT

P:  😂😂😂 Sorry, couldn’t resist

Z:  You’re a menace.

P:  And you’ve discovered a new favorite activity 😏😏😏

Z: OMG PURAH.

P:  LOL you say that a lot

Z:  You’re impossible!

P: Not as impossibly delicious as Link’s lips, I bet

Z: …OMG PURAH.

P:  I’m sorry, did I steal your thunder, dear

Z:  I hate you.

P:  OH MY GOD I’M SO RIGHT AREN’T I OH MY GOD DID HE KISS YOU OH MY GOD

Z:  Manny, or Link?

P:  HAH! Touche!

Z:  Well, he came in and we hugged and he looked so relieved to see me and he told me that Malon got pneumonia and is still in the hospital.

P:  Oh man, that sucks.

Z:  He cried 😭 I held him while he cried 😭

P:   😭😭😭 Oh bless it

Z:  He told me he loved me.

P: ‼️‼️‼️

P:  I TOLD YOU! DID I NOT CALL THIS OR WHAT! I TOLD YOUUUUUUUUUU

Z: Yeah, yeah, yeah. 

P:  NOW do you believe me? At least I don’t have to come to the library topless LMAO

Z:  Pfff. 

P:  I’m so happy for you, Zelda. So is he a good kisser?

P:  Hello? Where’d you go?

P: Hellooooooooo…earth to ZELDA…YOU ARE LEAVING OUT DETAILS WHERE ARE YOU

Z:  Hehe sorry. He called me.

P:  ‼️‼️‼️

P:  OH MY GOD THEY FINALLY EXCHANGED PHONE NUMBERS LOOK AT THEM GO

Z:  I’ll talk to you tomorrow! It’s storytime and Link’s going to try to do a zoom meeting with Malon so she can watch. He’s the best dad ever.

P:  AWWWWWWW that is the sweetest thing EVER. You know, you should totally go over to the hospital and give her her very own storytime.

Z:  OH That’s such a great idea!

P: Yay! So you never answered me.

Z: About what

P: Is he a good kisser!

Z: Oh! I…don’t really have a frame of reference? I liked it a lot, though. Does that mean he’s good?

P: Yeah. Hehe. It does. So…just lips then?

Z:  What else would I kiss him with?!

P: Tell me you didn’t just say that. Are you kidding me right now??

Z:  No?

P:  Alright. So. We need to talk.

Z:  Is this a ride-or-die thing again

P:  Uh. YEAH. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Muah!

Z: Night

** ** ** **

The next morning, as Zelda stepped into the library for her shift, a wave of nerves fluttered unexpectedly in her stomach. Her gaze landed on the mosaic tile of the Hyrulean Crest in the center of the lobby, and her heart gave a little flip. That was where she had stood just last night, sharing the moment of her first kiss with him. She licked her lips at the memory—the warmth of his mouth on hers, the tenderness of it, a touch so soft it lingered even now.

A first kiss in an empty library at night—undeniably the most romantic thing she’d ever done. Though, given her limited experience, that wasn’t saying much.

Suppressing the nervous excitement still buzzing inside her, Zelda made her way to her desk. Storytime was just hours away, and she could hardly contain the anticipation of his first glance when he entered the library and scanned the room for her. That moment, especially after sharing something so meaningful, had her heart racing.

Who had she become? Before this letter-filled romance, she hadn’t cared at all about a man’s attention. In fact, she’d avoided it entirely. How had he crept into her heart and turned everything upside down? She bit her lip, grinning at the thought of his lips—

“Well, look at you, all rosy and cheerful this morning, hmm?” Purah’s teasing was becoming an endearing part of Zelda’s day.

“Yes, as a matter of fact, we are,” Zelda’s green eyes twinkled with delight. “How was your date with Robbie?”

“It was really good, actually. He’s a very thoughtful kind of guy, and he spoiled me. It was actually our first time out on an official date.”

“Oh? And what did this ‘spoiling’ involve?” Zelda asked, grabbing the circulation cart and pushing it toward the children’s section to begin her morning shelving task, with Purah following behind, still grinning.

“We went to Moza’s! It’s a relatively new place, they have some really unique dishes there. Pretty swanky. Then we went to the Stable Trotters concert! I could listen to them play forever.” Purah gushed.

“Did you…get your own kiss last night, too?” Zelda raised an eyebrow teasingly, her lips curving into a playful smirk.

Purah slowly crossed her arms, snorted, and raised an eyebrow of her own. “Well, well. Look who’s gotten cheeky all of a sudden!”

Zelda hummed in response, her grin widening. “Yeah? Guess someone’s been a bad influence on me.” She started shelving books, her soft laughter mixing with her movements.

“Zelda?” Link’s honey-smooth tenor interrupted their conversation, and Zelda jumped, spinning around to find herself face-to-face with stormy blue eyes that no longer held any trace of pain, only love and hope.

“Link! Hi!” Zelda stuttered, blushing furiously. “You’re here early!”

“Yeah, I—” He glanced past her, likely at Purah’s smug grin. “I was wondering if we could talk before the day gets busy? My shift starts in thirty minutes, so I thought I’d hop over.”

“Oh! Of course!” Zelda’s stomach fluttered with nervous excitement.

Behind her, Purah let out a triumphant hum. “Well! I was just on my way to…get the circulation desk ready. I’ll let you two…” she paused for effect. “ Talk . Ta-ta for now!” As she passed Zelda, she shot her a wink before heading toward the main lobby.

The two watched her go and then slowly turned back to face the other. His gaze was soft as he searched her eyes.

“Hey,” Zelda murmured, her fingers finding his soft tunic to fiddle with the hem.

“Hi,” He gave her a shy, lopsided smile. She wanted to melt into a puddle on the floor. His hands found her hair, playing with the curled ends as he wrapped it around and around his finger.

“Want to talk in my office?” Zelda smiled.

“You have an office?” Link gave her a quizzical look and glanced around the room.

Zelda giggled. “Well, it’s more like a closet, really, but it’s big enough to talk.”

Link’s eyebrows raised. “Are you asking me to hide with you in a closet?” The corner of his lips quirked as he tried to suppress a smirk.

Zelda’s cheeks flamed. “It’s a big closet! We can go somewhere else—”

“ No .” He interrupted her, grasping her hand. “Lead the way.”

As they made their way to the storage room behind her desk, she felt his fingers gently intertwine with hers, squeezing her hand a bit tighter. She suppressed a shiver—holding his hand felt unexpectedly intimate, and she didn’t want to pull away.

“Well, welcome to my five-star office,” Zelda quipped, closing the door behind them. “It’s not much, but it’s… mmh! ”

Before she could finish, his lips were on hers, his hands finding her waist and pulling her close. She squeaked in surprise at his boldness, but then melted against him, returning his kiss. Her hands instinctively pressed against his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart as he kissed her more urgently, moving from her lips to trail fiery kisses along her jaw, and then down her neck.

The sensation shot sparks through her, and she couldn’t stop the high-pitched gasp that escaped her lips. She felt his groan vibrate through her hands as he kissed his way back to her mouth, pulling away just enough to touch their noses, his breath coming in quick pants.

“ Zelda ,” he murmured, his voice heavy, “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about last night. I’m so grateful I found you before— I’m so glad —” He paused to catch his breath, squeezing her waist. “—that you forgave me.”

Zelda pulled back slightly, grasping his arms attempting to hold his gaze. His eyes were closed, his brow furrowed in concern. “Link, you have nothing to apologize for. If I were upset about you taking care of Malon, I’d be a terrible friend.”

His blazing blue eyes opened and locked onto her fiery green ones. “Zelda, you’re more than a friend to me. You’ve been my rock these last few months. You’ve brought a new spark to Malon’s life with your library program, giving her something to look forward to every day. You’ve given me that same gift. I want you to be something so much more than just a friend.”

Zelda’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Then what do you want to call me?”

“I want you to be my love,” he said softly, cradling her face in his hands. “My sweetheart. My girl.” He kissed the tip of her nose and grinned. “What do you say?”

“I say you’ve finally found your courage, Sir Link,” Zelda teased, her eyes twinkling. “Where did my shy knight go?”

Link chuckled, his eyes lighting up with just a little bit of mischief. “I feel safe with you, Zelda.”

She smiled knowingly. “Well, I suppose I can’t tease you about that, can I?”

“You can tease me all you want,” he said, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Actually, there’s another reason I came over, aside from kissing you passionately in a closet.”

“Darn.”

He laughed again, the sound making Zelda’s heart soar. “Malon told me she misses you a lot and really wishes you could visit her. Do you think that might be possible?”

Zelda’s smile brightened. “Actually, I was about to say that I want to visit the hospital and give her her very own storytime. Would that be alright?”

“Yes!” He pulled her into a tight hug. “Oh, Zelda, she’d love that. You’re sure?”

“Of course I’m sure, silly. I’ll pick out a special book just for her. How about tomorrow morning? My shift doesn’t start until later.”

“That sounds perfect. I’m not going into the office until later anyway!” He checked his watch, winced, and then smiled. “I need to get back to the Gazette, but I’ll text you tonight with the details, okay?”

“Okay!” She gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow!”

Chapter Text

** ** ** **

SK: I heard this was the exclusive line to request an audience with the Queen?

Z: That depends… Who is requesting an audience? I only entertain those with pure intentions.

SK: I am but a humble knight, hoping for a moment of Her Majesty’s time.

Z: Even humble knights can have hidden agendas. How do I know your heart is true and not clouded by ulterior motives?

SK: Your caution is understandable. I’m sure the Queen has encountered many with selfish intentions. But I assure you, my request is not for myself—it is on behalf of my daughter. She is the one who seeks your audience.

Z: In that case, I believe we can arrange a meeting.

SK: 🥰

Z: I love you. It’s fun writing letters to you in real time.

SK: I have to admit, I’m enjoying it, too. And I love you. Malon is absolutely thrilled that you’re coming tomorrow—she’s missed you so much.

Z: I’ve missed her, too! The library just isn’t the same without her. ❤️

Z: Shouldn’t you be working? 😏

SK: I am working. I just happen to be an excellent multitasker.

SK: And…I miss you.

Z: Lol. You left 10 minutes ago.

SK: So? 😅

Z: You’re ridiculous.

SK: And you’re gorgeous. Have I mentioned that recently?

Z: 🫣

SK: Beautiful eyes, beautiful hair, beautiful lips~~

Z: Link!

SK: Hm?

Z: You’re making me blush, and if Purah notices, she’ll never let me live it down.

SK: Good. You should get used to being told how beautiful you are, because I plan on reminding you every single day.

Z: *hides*

SK: Don’t hide that gorgeous face.

Z: Link, I’m pretty sure you have actual work to do instead of texting me.

SK: I do. But this is way more fun.

Z: Right, because Silent Knight isn’t so silent anymore. Now he’s Chatty Knight! 😜

SK: Only with you. 💕💕

Z: Okay, now Purah is definitely going to notice. I swear, I must be as red as a beet! Gah! 🤦‍♀️

SK: Hey, Zelda?

Z: What now?

SK: You’re my wish come true. 😘

Z: 😭

Z: Oh shoot. Here comes Purah! Gotta go! 😅😨

SK: Oh! Almost forgot—make sure to check the desk before you leave today. 😏😘😁

** ** ** **

** ** ** **

My Dearest Zelda,

I wanted to make up for the week you went without letters from me, so I thought I’d write something special for you.

I still remember the first time Malon and I stepped into the library. My wife had just left us, and we were both lost and hurting. We had moved downtown to be closer to my job and Malon’s school, but we had never visited the downtown library before. It was the first place she wanted to go.

The moment we walked in, she made a beeline for the children’s section. As she explored, you appeared—wearing that delightful hat—and she was instantly drawn to you.

I watched as you read “Sticks” to the children, a story about how even when life changes and we feel lost, there’s always a place for us. I remember the way Malon’s big, blue eyes locked onto you, and in that moment, I knew—she was going to adore you forever.

So we kept coming back. Again and again. Slowly, she came out of her shell. The same little girl whose teacher once told me she barely spoke at school was suddenly bubbling with excitement, eager to participate, hanging on to every word you read.

Long before I found the courage to hide that letter behind “The Wanderer”, I had already fallen hard for the Queen of the Hyrule Central Library.

Just like the stick in that first story you read to us—finding a new purpose—Malon and I found our safe place in the library. More than that, we found our safe place with you. You have been our constant, our “home,” long before you even knew us.

Thank you, Zelda, not just for changing our lives, but for becoming a part of them. I love you.

With all my heart,

Silent Knight

** ** ** ** 

Chapter Text

One month later

P: So are you guys celebrating your one monthaversary? Like, you got earrings for your one month penfriendaversary, so I’m guessing irl dating instead of letter dating would be even more significant, right? 👀

Z: Yes, actually, we have plans! 🥰

P: I KNEW it!! Lol. It was his idea, wasn’t it.

Z: Yeah, lol

P: He’s such a sap

Z: You jealous?

P: No, Ma’am. I’m perfectly happy with my man, thank you very much! I dunno if I like this new “sassy Zelda” 🤔

Z: I am what you made me

P: I suppose you are

P: So

P: What’s he got planned??

Z: Just a nice cozy dinner with him and Malon at their house. Nothing big.

P: But he’s getting you a present, right?

Z: How should I know?

P: Well, it can’t be anything too crazy since children will be present. Have to keep it G-rated

Z: OMG Purah fr

P: But it’s going to be big. I can feel it.

Z: Right. You can feel it. 🙄

P: Don’t knock my abilities, girl. I have a sixth sense for this sort of thing.

Z: Oh please.

P: Did I not call the "him being in love with you"?! Helloooooooooo

Z: OK you did call that one, but fr you have no literal idea. I’m sure it’ll be like jewelry or something.

P: Oh, it’ll be jewelry all right.

Z: …

P: …

Z: What’s that supposed to mean

P: If you don’t know what that’s supposed to mean there is absolutely no hope for you

Z: 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

P: Careful, if you roll those any harder, your boyfriend might think you're winking at someone else!

Z: OMG PURAH STOP

P: 😂😂😂😂😂  you know you love me

P: I need to make you a tshirt that says “OMG PURAH” on the front. Save you the trouble

Z: Whatever lol

P: If he doesn’t propose to you I’ll eat my shirt

Z: Stop it with the shirt already

Z: ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh that’s what you meant

P: aaaaaaaand there it is.

** ** ** **

“So there was this huuuuge sea turtle! And they had this little bubble in the glass where you could climb in and pretend you were swimming with them!” Malon gushed excitedly over dinner, eager to tell Zelda all about her school field trip.

“I love the aquarium! I’m so glad you got to go.” Zelda beamed as she listened, resting her chin on her hand. “Did your whole class have fun?”

Link sat beside them, his eyes twinkling with pride as Malon continued, barely pausing for breath.

“Oh! And there was a shark tunnel! You walk right through it, and the sharks swim all around you! It was amazing—and kinda scary,” she admitted, eyes wide with excitement.

“I bet! Sounds like a magical trip,” Zelda said, twirling some pasta onto her fork. “Did you learn a lot?”

“Yeah! Tons!” Malon nodded enthusiastically.

“Think it inspired you? Maybe a future marine biologist in the making?” Zelda teased with a grin.

Malon scrunched up her nose, thinking for a moment before shaking her head. “Mmm… nope. I liked it, but I don’t think that’s for me.”

“Oh?” Link finally joined the conversation, his warm smile encouraging. “What do you think you do want to be when you grow up, sweetheart?”

Malon took a bite of her dinner before answering, as if the decision had already been made long ago. “A librarian. Just like Miss Zelda.”

Zelda nearly dropped her fork. “You… want to be like me ?” she asked, her voice catching slightly. She glanced at Link, who was already looking at her with a gaze so soft it made her heart squeeze.

“Yeah!” Malon said matter-of-factly. “I love books, just like you. And I want to know everything about them, like you do. Plus, you get to read stories, wear a silly hat, and take care of the whole library. That sounds like the best job ever.”

Zelda pressed a hand to her chest, swallowing the lump in her throat. “That’s… that’s really sweet, Malon. I’m honored.”

Zelda turned to Link with a smirk. “And you , sir, have outdone yourself again. This dinner is better than any restaurant.”

Link’s ears tinged pink at the praise. He rubbed the back of his neck, a small, pleased smile tugging at his lips. “Thanks. Cooking helps me relax.”

Zelda chuckled. “Then please, relax as often as you’d like—I’ll never complain about your cooking!”

“Yeah, me neither!” Malon piped up enthusiastically, nodding for emphasis.

Link grinned as he started stacking plates. “So… Malon and I have something special for you. We wanted to celebrate you being such an important part of our lives.” He turned to Malon with a conspiratorial smile. “Malon, want to help me clear the table so we can give her our presents?”

“Yeah!” Malon practically jumped out of her chair, grabbing her plate and cup before bouncing off to the kitchen.

Zelda blinked, caught off guard. “Presents… plural ?” She swallowed, a sudden wave of self-consciousness washing over her. She hadn’t gotten them anything—should she have?

Before she could dwell on it, Malon squealed and dashed into the living room, returning moments later with two envelopes clutched in her hands. The excitement on her face was practically glowing.

Link slid back into his seat, taking one of the envelopes in his hands. His expression was warm but slightly nervous.

“Since letters have played such a big role in our story,” he said carefully, “I thought our gifts tonight should reflect that. Malon and I have each written you a letter. Once you’ve read them… I’ll give you your actual present.”

Zelda’s heart clenched. “Oh my stars, you two—you’re going to make me cry, and I haven’t even opened them yet!” She fanned her face, trying in vain to hold back the emotion welling up inside her.

“Here!” Malon said proudly, thrusting her envelope into Zelda’s hands, practically bouncing with excitement.

** ** ** **

** ** ** **

Dear Miss Zelda,

Thank you for reading to me. I love books. But I love them even more when you read them to me. Your voice is pretty. I like it a lot.

I want to be just like you when I grow up. You are really nice, and you always look at me when I talk. You see me.

Thank you for coming to the hospital and reading to me. It made me feel better.

I wish you could live with us. You would be a really good mom. Can I borrow your fancy hat someday? I want to wear it and read you a story.

I love you.

Love,
Malon

** ** ** **

Zelda’s breath caught as tears welled in her eyes, a lump rising in her throat. She pressed a hand to her chest, trying—and failing—to hold back a quiet sob.

“Thank you, Malon,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I will treasure this forever.”

Malon simply beamed, clearly proud of herself.

Zelda blinked rapidly, trying to regain composure, but when she looked up, she was immediately caught in the steady, intense blue gaze she knew so well—the one that never failed to make her heart race.

“And here’s mine,” Link said softly, his voice a little rough. He wet his lips, as if gathering his own courage, before carefully handing her his letter.

** ** ** **

My Dearest Love,

It’s been months since we first began this beautiful journey together through the written word, and in that time, I have changed—both as a man and as a father. You have made me better. You have helped me see my relationship with my daughter in a new light, and you have filled our lives with healing, hope, laughter, and peace. Your love has woven itself into our world in ways I never imagined, and I’ve spent countless hours thinking about what that truly means for us.

I cannot imagine a more loving, kind, and compassionate woman to be Malon’s guiding light—her inspiration, her support, her advocate. I cannot think of anyone who holds our hearts with more care than you do. And I love you more than words could ever fully express.

Since our story began with the written word, I think it’s only fitting that I take this next step with it, too.

Zelda Bosphoramus, Queen of the Hyrule Central Library, will you do me the greatest honor of becoming my wife, my partner, and my very best friend? Will you do us the honor of being our forever home—a place where we are safe, loved, and whole?

Will you marry us?

With all my heart,

Link Woodhouse

** ** ** **

She sucked in a quiet gasp, her eyes widening as she read the final words on the page. Her jaw dropped, and a small, startled squeak escaped her lips as her hand flew to cover her mouth. Slowly, she looked up—only to find Link kneeling before her, Malon perched carefully on his knee. Together, they held out a small velvet box, the diamond ring inside catching the candlelight in a perfect sparkle.

“ Oh —!” Zelda gasped, her voice trembling. Tears spilled freely down her cheeks. “Oh, you two, oh —”

Before she could even think, she dropped to her knees, throwing her arms around them in a fierce embrace. Her heart felt as if it might burst as she cried out,

“Yes! Yes! A thousand times, yes! ”

Malon let out a delighted screech, wrapping her arms tightly around Zelda’s neck and covering her face in tiny, excited kisses.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, Miss Zelda!” she giggled, her voice bubbling over with pure joy.

Zelda barely had time to catch her breath before she felt the warm, gentle touch of Link’s hand against her cheek. He tilted her face toward him, his blue eyes brimming with love as he pressed his lips to hers in a kiss so tender it left her dizzy.

“I love you, Zelda,” he murmured, his forehead resting against hers. “You’ve made me the happiest man in Hyrule.”

Zelda barely had a chance to respond before Malon wrinkled her nose, sticking out her tongue in exaggerated disgust.

“Eww, Daddy! Not too kissy-kissy !”

Laughter filled the room as Link and Zelda pulled apart, still holding onto each other as they stood. With one last squeeze around Malon’s shoulders, Link gently let her go and turned back to Zelda, his hands steady as he lifted the ring from its box. Slowly, carefully, he slid it onto her finger, the gemstone catching the flickering candlelight like starlight trapped in glass.

Zelda gazed at it, mesmerized, before glancing up at Link with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

“May I take a picture and send it to Purah?” she asked innocently.

Link smirked. “Of course. Any reason you’re texting it to her instead of showing her in person?”

“Mhmm,” Zelda hummed, biting back a grin. “I need to remind her that she has to wear her shirt to work tomorrow.”

Link’s laugh rumbled through his chest as he shook his head knowingly. “She bet her shirt on me proposing, didn’t she?”

“Yes,” Zelda admitted with a sigh. “And while I hate that she was right again... I’ve never been happier that she was.”

She threw her arms around him once more, holding on as tightly as she could.

“I love you forever, my Silent Knight.”

Link smiled, pressing a kiss to her temple. “And I, you, my queen.”