Quit it!

Nabooru breathed evenly. As a professional thief, and an excellent one at that, she was used to the adrenaline and shakes that came from being places she shouldn't and doing things she shouldn't. However, this was the first time she had ever gotten those jitters within her own home. If she were caught, Ganondorf would have her head, or worse. He had always favored Nabooru, encouraged by her refusal of his advances, plus that one time she, to her great regret, gave into her lust for him. But now Nabooru was committing treason, and he was unlikely to find that humorous. 

There really was no logical reason for her to help Princess Zelda, Ganondorf's newest bride, escape from the Gerudo Fortress. Nabooru tried telling herself that it was all out of spite for him, but couldn't ignore that something drew her to Zelda. Nabooru had never been a very sentimental person, but she always had a sense of familiarity whenever she looked at Zelda, and with that familiarity came sympathy for her plight. The Princess clearly wasn't happy with the way her father had sold her off, and Nabooru couldn't shake the feeling that she had a moral responsibility to help her.

Disguising Zelda as a Gerudo had been simple enough. The clothing of a guardswoman would make her inconspicuous among the others, especially with the veil covering most of her face. Dye turned her dark blonde hair red, though just a tad darker than was typical among the Gerudo. Disheveling her hair not only made her seem more common, but also hid her pointed ears. Zelda questioned that her ears would be truly hidden, and Nabooru assured they would, unless she called attention to them.

Now all they had to do was act natural. There was nothing unusual about Nabooru walking with someone in tow, especially if Nabooru had her "I'm about to snap so shut up and get out of my way" expression, which she currently did. Zelda was timid and it showed, but her closed and scared demeanor aided the illusion that Nabooru was about to give her a talking to. There was only one problem.

"Would you quit that damn fidgeting?" This was the third time Nabooru had to ask Zelda that.

"Sorry." Zelda took her hands away from her ears.

Nabooru sighed and continued, her heart beating harder now. Zelda making another quick adjustment of her hair did nothing to calm Nabooru's nerves.

Gods help us...

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Back when I did my first Zelda as a Gerudo bride picture, I had considered putting Nabooru in there, looking sympathetic (or at least disgusted with the situation). Didn't happen for some reason, so consider this compensation.
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