She goes nude

She sighed. When among the Zoras, do as Zoras do. The bikini, simply put, was a half measure, and not something that she could afford. Besides, she had always had a secret fantasy about public nudity, and this would be a politically advantageous opportunity to embrace it. Of course, she'd be dead before admitting that.

Naturally, she didn't ride out of Castle Town stark naked in front of her entire kingdom. The only ones (hopefully) who would see her naked would be Zoras, and they weren't actively against clothes; they just didn't see the use in them. Which made sense. Even if she never went swimming, the damp, humid environment they dwelt in would make anything she wore grow mold within a week.

She rode out, completely dressed, and was greeted by a Zora in the river, who escorted her and her horse to the entrance of the Zora Domain. Once there, she was led to her rooms, unable to appreciate the architecture of the subterranean, luminescent, aquatic realm where she would be staying, because her mind was occupied by what she was going to do next.

Once alone, she took off her dress to change into … well, to change into nothing, and then she left to face the Zora people without a stitch.

No, that wasn't completely honest. She stripped naked, and then spent several minutes psyching herself up.

"You can do this," she said, standing in front of a full length mirror. Her room was actually quite nice, perhaps not what she was used to as a child, but far above what she had dealt with in exile. Veins of luminescent stones lined the walls, and her "bed" was pretty much a bathtub lined with soft seaweed and infused with an enchanted ruby to keep the water perpetually warm. She had trouble appreciating all this, though, because she was trying to convince herself to go out in public nude.

"They're not going to even notice or care," she continued. Really, the hardest part was going to be not being insulted by their indifference. She was, without vanity, beautiful. With her long blonde hair, dark blue eyes, flawless skin, and slender figure, she was, by Hylian standards, perfect, a fact which would be wasted on her Zora hosts.

"And no one else is going to know." She hoped. The Zora's kept to themselves, and while they didn't forbid entry, the Gorons, living in a volcanic mountain, had more visitors than they did. Link had visited both peoples, but the Hero of Time was a rarity.

"And most of all, your people need this." She was, in the tradition sense of the word, weak. During her seven years of exile, there was little she could do besides run, hide, and wait for Link to wake up. She never had the strength to fight her enemies during a time of war, but the war was over, and this time was hers.

She took a deep breath, stilled her nerves, and walked naked out the door.