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[destinedtorule]

[Ganondorf was sound asleep. Last night felt like a dream. A nice hazy dream. So now he's rolling over to get comfortable but has to stop because there's someone in his bed! Annnd that someone is...Zelda! Omai. Maybe this wasn't a dream.]

Good morning, Princess.

[ooc: Backdated to the morning after this]

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[scionofwisdom]

. . .

No.

[Please, please for the love of everything Nayru, please don't let last nights dream become reality. The fact Zelda can hear his voice is enough to make her want to scream.

This was not HAPPENING.]

[destinedtorule]

[He yawns and stretches.]

Did you sleep well?

[scionofwisdom]

[Zelda is absolutely horrified with herself, and with this situation. This had not happened. It couldn't have - it was impossible.

Glancing frantically around, she snatches the sheet loose in order to jerk away from him. She can't even formulate an answer for him.]

[destinedtorule]

Is there a problem?

[He arches an eyebrow.]