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This is a more composed, no nonsense look on Zelda where she is duty bound to ruling her kingdom. I had fun painting the patterns on the floor and the shadows on her bum
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Spring melts into summer with the ceaseless stepping of the town square flowing through the still paths of the Castle Town. My gaze is begging to tilt slightly as I sit upon my throne. Calmness was something I had thought we would never grow accustomed to... Yet time now stretches beyond the horizon. I find myself continuously transported to the glistening grasslands with the steam of rising dough and skewered cuts of farm grown produce coming from the blooming tents of the Harvest Festival and the twinkling ballrooms of warm-blooded socialites rattling their ornamented stitching and shifting the cracks in the walls of the castle.

My vivacious figure is a mark of my pride and the proven era of prosperity brought on through the unity of my kingdom. The wrinkles on the food vendors face grow further outward with my visits to devour their flaky pastries and engorged fruits. I find myself having to little to say to the figures of our royal fold given the light never leaves the halls of the moonlit ballrooms. The warm layer of my belly enveloping the hanging meat of my legs pressed the silhouette of my dress outward. It grants an authoritative sway to my stride that, among other things, captivates my suitors in a hypnotic state.

This indulgence of our rolling peace will never dull my vigilance for protecting the happiness of my people. As slothful and gluttonous as my life has become, darkness will be halted on my watch.

Description
This is a more composed, no nonsense look on Zelda where she is duty bound to ruling her kingdom. I had fun painting the patterns on the floor and the shadows on her bum
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Spring melts into summer with the ceaseless stepping of the town square flowing through the still paths of the Castle Town. My gaze is begging to tilt slightly as I sit upon my throne. Calmness was something I had thought we would never grow accustomed to... Yet time now stretches beyond the horizon. I find myself continuously transported to the glistening grasslands with the steam of rising dough and skewered cuts of farm grown produce coming from the blooming tents of the Harvest Festival and the twinkling ballrooms of warm-blooded socialites rattling their ornamented stitching and shifting the cracks in the walls of the castle.

My vivacious figure is a mark of my pride and the proven era of prosperity brought on through the unity of my kingdom. The wrinkles on the food vendors face grow further outward with my visits to devour their flaky pastries and engorged fruits. I find myself having to little to say to the figures of our royal fold given the light never leaves the halls of the moonlit ballrooms. The warm layer of my belly enveloping the hanging meat of my legs pressed the silhouette of my dress outward. It grants an authoritative sway to my stride that, among other things, captivates my suitors in a hypnotic state.

This indulgence of our rolling peace will never dull my vigilance for protecting the happiness of my people. As slothful and gluttonous as my life has become, darkness will be halted on my watch.