#risan andros - my love

[vigilantdesert]

eavesdrop 👁️

SomeBODY ONCE TOLD ME

"I'm going to kill him, kill the oerann, vavent-si!" Urbosa cried in anguish, falling face first onto the three beds that had been pushed together in vain attempts of comforting the visiting Gerudo dignitaries.

Stanna, who had borne witness to this display many times, albeit with a different target usually, gently ran a hand through the ends of her wife's hair, de-tangling both the knots and the stress from the day.

"No you won't, risan andros."

"I could."

"You could, but you won't. You're stronger than that."

"What if I don't want to be stronger than that anymore?" she mumbled, finally turning her face to Stanna's. The bard tsk'ed, moving her hands along with the movement.

"He'd still get the last laugh. You can't kill a Yiga master, they practically martyr themselves as it stands. Besides, if you did, you'd never get to watch him smack into a wall because he miscalculated something ever again. Would you deprive yourself of that?"

"You're not allowed to be right so often."

"You signed it into law last year that I'm always right, actually."

Finally, she was able to draw a smile from her terminally annoyed spouse.

"The council removed it from the docket, remember?"

"And you didn't push it through? What kind of tyrant are you?"

"The kind who married a nomad girl~"

She leaned up for a kiss with that same insufferable grin that lost Stanna her spear atop a Hateno mountain. What could she do but press a kiss to her forehead?