An Arranged Marriage ( Sidon x F Reader )

Sea of Angels

No one had ever looked more heavenly. The sun haloed behind him, and he was tall, looming over you with the utmost care and attention. His voice was as sweet as it was smooth. “There you are," he said.

Would he really save you?

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Hylians, Gerudo, Rito, and the Zora made up the diverse population of the Hyrule Plane. There may have been the royal family ruling above all, but each piece of territory had its own ruling class, with lords and ladies and colorful cultures that matched its climate zones.

You were one such part of subcategory of Princess Zelda's family. Hylian. Enriched with splendor and engrained to keep peace in any way possible. Your inner, political circle was well known for marrying off your many siblings for that very reason, as it was the only reason so many of you were sired, and you were awaiting your moral obligation to do just the same as your eldest siblings had.

Ah, your riches. People would look upon your life like it was heaven.

But you saw heaven in the sea. The millions of unreachable stars promising that you may join them, dancing on the surface, and during the day, liquid sunlight was on the surface like a portal, beckoning you, just out of reach-

all you had to do was jump.

One morning, you finally did.

You plunged into the cold ocean from a cliff so high up, you swore you could have soared straight down to the afterworld.

But you didn't. You fell. And fell. Even through the surface you were told would be like cement- life ending. The dark, frigid abyss before threatened to swallow you up into endless eternity. Trapped. Suffocating.

You thought you would be there forever. Washed away from the earth, deeper and deeper-

But in the dark and silence, arms suddenly wrapped around you in an embrace. Strong arms. You were brought against a body of solid, capable muscle, and it was pulling you up- back up into your life. You were unable to react. You could barely remember much else than feeling flown up through the cosmos, and then, from behind your eyelids there was an explosion of light. Next thing you remembered was lying on a shore, sight hazy and watery but there was a man bent over you, and suddenly, without warning, you spasmed, and you were turned to the side to expell
water from your lungs. You coughed into a frenzy, but you were awake. Alive! It was hard to tell decipher whether you were relieved or grieved by it.

"There you are," the voice of your savior came sweetly. “That's it, that's it," the man said as he held your shoulder steady as you squeezed out the last bit of salty water, "Get it all out. Things will be okay,"

You sat up, still wheezing. Sight returning. Who was your Prince Charming?

It was... A Zora. A towering, red Zora. He grinned at you with the teeth of a shark and his eyes were a bright color of a predator, and yet, all you felt was safety. "What a crash. I saw you fall... I'm glad you're okay!"

Fall? No, it was-...

"Your Royal Highness," you heard urged by another Zora, a green-teal one still half submerged in the sea. "The Pirates-... They're getting away!" True to his word, there was a ship closer to the horizon than it was to the shore.

The Zora's eyes- your Zora's eyes- widened and he pushed up from off the shore. "My apologies! I must get going. Best of luck to you, friend! Get plenty of rest- no more breathing water!"

And with that, he rushed to the sea and dove cleanly under the surface with so little as a splash. You didn't get to say thank you. You didn't even know who he was. You were far from the Zora domain and there were many smaller kingdoms littered about of their kind. Really though, did you want anyone to know you and your breaking point?

You wished you knew his name, though...

But time went on.

You dreamt of him whenever you questioned your own life, for it was now a gift instead of an obligation. You were royalty yourself, albeit, a very different kind to the Zora that saved you; your kingdom was only in small relation to Hyrule and your family were often sent away as a means of maintaining diplomatic integrity.

Because of what happened, you grew fond of all Zora. Your family would tease you that you had a fancy for the 'fishfolk' when you had your nose in a book about them. You laughed it off. They rumored to you about a noble Prince that you should have the hots for and you rolled your eyes. "Hylians and Zora are not meant for each other, anyway," you would sharply tell them, but wisps of your memories always flickered at the edge of your sight. What if, you thought-

What if they could be meant for one another?

However, one day, tensions between the two kinds escalated after an unprovoked attack on a Hylian. The name of the attacker was never revealed, nor was their intention if they were ever even caught, but action had to be taken before anything else happened: the two species needed to come together in peace and prosperity in a public way. In a resounding way!

The discussions excited you; maybe now terms like "fish lover" or whatever Zora to Hylian slur that existed would be swept away with the changing tides. You expected to become an ambassador. All of your siblings snickered and whispered. It was alright; you would be of use and compliant. When your father brought you before him, you already had a book of possible speeches written in anticipation for your journey, but the news you received had you frozen to the spot:

You were to be married to a 'Prince Sidon'. Your relationship would be an ornamental one to prove to the public that even such a strange pairing could work out for the better. So that's why your nosy little siblings were having such a merry time with the turn of events... They must have known before you did.

"You will be a peace offering," your father told you.

-“Of course,"

You always knew the time would come, just, not in this manner. Not so sudden. Arguing was futile, especially being the "scholar of the sea" and before you knew it, you were shipped off to a foreign land and presented before royalty.

King Dorephan accepted you and directed you to the room of the Prince, warning that he was a bit skittish about the whole thing. Of course you understood; your cold feet were barely padding on, and it took another verbal prompting from the king to get your gears running. The advisor- some slippery, hissing green Zora- brought you to Prince Sidon's door. You could hear just beyond, his muttering and pacing back and forth as you shivered in worry. He would have also been enlightened on the imitation marriage where nothing was forced to happen- you know, other than eternal bondage- and yet, you could hear his thundering steps of disapproval despite the 'comforting' news.

It was now or never.

With a deep breath, you opened the door and quickly knelt in a bow. "Your royal highness..." your voice trembled.

The voice that came nearly drowned out your own words before you could get them out, rushed and empathetic. "I am so sorry for these horrible circumstances! I do not support something so unholy and loveless. I have no idea why my father decided on such a thing! Poor friend, I promise, ((Y/N)), I will do my best to be respectful of you and your boundaries,"

What?

You glanced up, your spirit soaring. What a sweetheart to care about you when he could have expressed his seething anger about his own predicament. You went to look up at him. Eyes lifting much higher than you expected him to be- for he was so tall- your breath caught in your throat when you finally saw him.

The Zora! The red Zora that had pulled you from your pain so long ago. Now, in a state of stability, you could better see him- every inch of him that you had missed and had to fill in in your daydreams. His figure was well built with muscles carving subtle details. Little details of his heritage decorated him: silver jewerly, pearl-like gems, and (what you guessed to be) a military whistle about his throat. He wore thin shorts of a waterproof, white material that all but disappeared against the white of his skin, but left a considerably noticable shape at his groin-

Your gaze jumped back up to his face. There was a glimmer in his eyes that spoke of nothing but sympathy and pity, but they started to widen and glow with growing recognition.

“P-prince... Sidon? Prince Sidon!" You couldn't contain it any longer, “It's... It's you! You're the one that...?"