When Termina first meets Hyrule, she isn't entirely surprised by how much he looks like him. Hyrule's hair is shoulder length, a shade of blond so golden that it looks to be spun from the sun itself. His eyes are like the sky, and she is not surprised. He looks like her savior, like his savior, the little boy turned man who had saved them both.
The way he speaks irritates her. He talks in riddles and smiles like he's mocking her. That's what she gets for associating with someone with a monarchy, she supposes.
She glares at him, because he knows nothing of her and even less of her culture. The nerve of him, to already be placing himself on a pedestal above her. It's vile. They have lunch at a pleasant little bistro in Clock Town, and she can already tell that he's looking about him, comparing their similarities and their differences. He brushes golden hair out of his eyes and smiles at her, bright and so much like Link's that her breath catches in her throat.
"I can see why the moon fell for you," he purrs, his voice like silken velvet and she curses him for being so charming. She blushes despite herself and despises herself for it.