Never Without You │ BOTW modern AU fanfic

Ramses

Link's POV

"So it's gonna be pretty fancy, huh?" I say to Zelda while I check the minifridge for snacks but all I can find is more champagne. Does this limousine not have any food?

"Penn's family is quite successful," she answers while checking her hair in the reflection of the car window. "I assume only individuals of high social standing have been invited to their masquerade ball."

"And you're sure it's cool I'm tagging along?" I ask. "I don't wanna be the odd one out or get the boot or something."

"The invitation specifies 'plus one,' and since Father couldn't make it, I'm delighted to bring you with me."

"Wasn't your dad the one pushing you to go in the first place?"

"It was both Father and Penn who pushed the idea."

"You think anyone would notice if we dipped?" I half-joke. "It's not too late to turn around."

"We're almost there," she proves me wrong. "And yes, Father would notice. He requested a photo of me at the ball."

"It's just..." I check the mini fridge one last time. "You know how I feel about parties."

She gives me a reassuring smile, her hand resting casually on my thigh. "I know, and I apologize for dragging you into this. I just didn't want to go solo. Plus, you'll practically be incognito. Nobody will recognize the famous Link Miyamoto underneath this mask."

I sigh. "Fine." Her smile does soothe me a bit. She looks stunning tonight. From her make up to her hair. The dress, my suit, plus the limo... feels like we're about to hit the red carpet. "Ever been to their place?" I ask.

"No. But I assume their house is comparable in size to mine," she says right as the car comes to a stop. I scoot closer to the window to see what's going on outside. There are a bunch of other cars in front of us, each worth more than my college tuition. They're all heading toward a massive golden gate, and for a second I question if I made it to heaven. Maybe Karusa ended me that one day we fought at the cliffs and everything up until now has just been purgatory. But nope, just the entrance to Penn's property I guess.

Our driver talks to the person at the gate who checks if our names are on the guest list. A few seconds later, we're back on the move, slowly driving up the hill.

I press my cheek against the window to get a better look at the house. Zelda was wrong. This mansion is not similar in size to hers. It's way bigger!

It's ridiculous how big this house is and how many fancy cars and people are trying to get to it. Giant pillars, grand entrance, and a fountain in the size of my house in Japan. I can hear music and laughter, and before I can process everything that's happening, the chauffeur opens the door, and the music and laughter get louder. I didn't even notice that the car stopped, I've been so focused on the house.

"Thank you, Limeback," Zelda says as we crawl out of the limo. I still can't take my eyes off the house. Everything is decorated with Halloween stuff too, like a professional haunted house. Just fancier. I wouldn't even question it if Dracula and Frankenstein's monster showed up as honored guests.

The limo drives off and Zelda grabs my arm, taking the lead. We head up the polished marmour steps. It takes a good minute to pass through the entrance, that's how big it is, and the living room is like something out of a movie. At least I think this is the living room. It's hard to tell. Looks more like a ball room with its designer furniture, three giant gold chandeliers, and–oh shoot, is that a buffet?! Jackpot!

I drag her towards the food as if it was the first island in sight after years at sea. The food looks amazing, I don't even know where to start.

While I stuff my mouth with the best salami I've ever had, Zelda looks at the people who are dancing and chatting. Or maybe she's looking at the jazz band. Or the colorful dresses. Or the giant painting of some lady. Or the life-sized ice sculpture. Hard to tell what she's looking at with her mask on.