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Zelda braced herself and covered her eyes, though she knew not why.
The cut was less dramatic than she had expected. Only a soft slice and it was done.
The long golden locks of her hair fell onto Link’s lap and the ground.
She knew she wanted to do this, to symbolically leave behind her prayer-devoted, stiflingly royal life. But it was still hard.
At least Link did it for her.
And at least the Master Sword was the blade that chopped off her long hair.
Zelda didn’t mean to, but she let out one dry sob. Her hair had always been long. Now it was cropped and short.
Link turned her around and hugged her. She leaned into his strong arms. Link suddenly pulled away. He looked at her hair for a moment before pulling out the messy ponytail he always sported. His hair fell on his shoulders. His face was suddenly goofy.
“Look… we match now!”
Zelda, in the midst of her conflicted feelings, grinned with him.
Oh, Link.
How she loved this man.