Princess Zelda

Ah, Zelda. She would be the crown jewel of any ring of harem wives any man could ever amass.

Her doe-like eyes, her shapely legs, that pert bosom, everything about her was angelic.

And many stories were told of how the Princess and the Hero were bound together, reincarnating and teaming-up to combat evil each time it arose, their souls united with love from their first lives. If that is true, then Zelda should be, indeed was, already his!

She was down in the base camp presently, reviewing troop movements in the meeting tent. He could go to her now. But how would he approach her? Should he appeal to the old fables as proof of the providence of their union, or attempt to entreat her in less presumptuous ways?